What's the difference,
between sunshine and rain...

Is it feelings of joy,
or is it feelings of pain...

Like the clouds in the sky,
or the coral in the sea....

Can I find that life,
with you and me....

Is it trials and tribulations,
or is the verdict already taken...

Can god show forgiveness,
or has satan only been faking...

I bring you pitiful news from home where
the large McDavitt family has  a strain of
lice that has become immune to all nit
killing  soaps  and  shampoos; joyous
information is, the clan moved from
the neighborhood.

You have a cute southern drawl
she said.

You are not brilliant but I like your ***
was the best  I could offer.

You from Mississippi?
No, southern Iowa.

Not much difference in men
all weighed and measured;

this, we both
understood.

You tied  shoelaces together
and tried to hang yourself
from McMillin’s
basketball
hoop.

The neighbors talked about
it for years over flapjacks
and grits.  

They couldn’t understand why
anyone would attempt
suicide. I knew
the reason;

you were homely
and dull, kind of
foul smelling

too.  You failed
at  death, me
at life.

Two  and one half flights up a home built
in 1899, and eight steps on a pull down
staircase,  enter an attic, upon the pine
floor are carved the words,
I hate mommy.

After  many years in the basement,
behind a green tattersall shirt,
next to a plum colored robe,
is my gray tweed sports jacket;
sadly hanging like an old man’s *******,

inside the left breast pocket rests
the funeral  program of a man
I have learned not to hate,
or to become a semblance,
and god ******, I have not;
I still have time remaining.

If I had just one thing left to do
before I would have to die
baby it would be only to love you
and if there was only one thing left to try
you know I never would of let you just walk by
if there was only one thing left to see
it would only have to be your beauty
and if I only had one thing to hear
it would be you whispering in my ear
if I had just only one fantasy
it would be you in my dreams forever
that I'm holding on so tenderly
it would be our dreams together
and if I only had one thing to give
it would be every breath you gave me to live
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Tears of sadness
I watched you fall
no hope no dreams
no moonlight gleams
you lost it all
but the pain

You hear no one call
no whisper of your name
in the shadows mist
of your hearts dying flame
that's left with a broken kiss

Fears of loneliness
inside the darkness
the light you once saw
you no longer see
beyond the sorrow of misery

Caged inside the agony
that you can't break free
of years of emptiness
that you wandered alone
forgetting all you've ever known
but the memories still remain
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