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 Nov 2016 We Are Stories
Robyn
In these dark mornings
I pray to feel your touch
Lure me back into bed
Warm hand on my back
Fingers in my hair
Lips on my arm
Praying harder than the day I die
That you were here to keep me from getting up
 Nov 2016 We Are Stories
ryan
Awake again, another day
Coffee as brown as her eyes meet me from
The mug she made me.
The heater keeps the cold away
But not as well as her breath
Or her skin against mine,
The shower head begins to spray
Steaming water that I ever wish were
Her fingers, streaming down my back.
Our frustrated feelings start to fray
As we play witness to others begin life together
As we've worked so hard to achieve.
But I will be the ceramic and not the clay,
Steadfast and unyielding until mine is mine
And hers is hers because by god --

Awake I will be in the suns first rays,
Wrapped in arms and light and soft brown hair
And eyes like coffee that will beg me back to bed.
.
                                                Enough is not enough
                                                     I want too much.

                                                      “Excuse me sir
                                           you haven’t paid too much.
                                                  I gave you too much
                                               and you ate everything.
                                        I need to throw away something
                                                 and the bin’s spilling."

"I drove too many footsteps
past too many throwaways
too many pylons
water towers
possum-eaten polystyrene cups
Mcdonalds
Mcdonalds
Mcdonalds
camel boxes
and walkers
with socks as hard as coffins.”

                                             Enough is not enough
                                                  I want too much.
Thoughts on the road in America.
 Nov 2016 We Are Stories
ryan
Edge of the bed, glasses on nightstands,
Clickings of lamps, handfulls of medicine,
Blankets rising, clothes falling,
Darkness falling, eyes adjusting,
Toes curling, laughing ensuing,
Warmth enveloping, snoring crescendo,
Fan spinning, grips tightening.
as an audience anxiously awaits
an adequate answer
an admittedly artificial
academic administration addresses action
and announces afternoon activities available
at an auditorium all asleep,
absently applauding away.

barry's basketball bounces back behind
by blueberry bush
bound by belief baseball's better,
barry barters, begs basically,
blindly balancing between *****:
baseball or basket
but barry boasts both.

city civilians cross carefully,
crowded, cold christmas crosswalk
counting countless cars
casually, cabs crammed close in clusters
constantly coughing chemicals
citizens carelessly creating catastrophe.

dusty dreary downtown dallas diner delight
dreamy desert delicacies delicious, delightful
dan danced decisions deciding, daring
diner downpayment deplete dollars.
don't ding **** ditch dan's diner door
drop by, drool on dan's delicious delicacies.

even enormous endangered elephants
eat everything entry-level edible.
entire eons erasing, each era escaping
eventually enough endangered
easily enters enxtinction, ending everywhere
entirely empty encounters.
even empires entertain enemy error.

friends, families, fixate in front
for films favor favorable focus.
fancy film fastival, foreigners fill first
filmmakers flock, finding familiar faces
facing forward, feeling fairly fortunate.
"five, four" finally flash
fear fades fast.
will periodically continue to update poem with more stanzas
 Nov 2016 We Are Stories
Robyn
Any minute now
Something will happen
My feet are stuck to the ground
But soon, I'll be free
Soon I don't have to be me anymore
Any minute now
Something will change
A new job
A new life
A new name

A new name
A new job
A new life
Soon, I'll be someone's mother
Someone's wife
Don't know when
Don't know how
I just know it's not now
But I'll wait
I have nothing else to do
Something will happen to me
I just hope it's you

God I'm stuck
I wish I could sit down
I wish I could run
But I'm stuck
**** it all
I can't move
I can't fall
Any minute now
Maybe I'll get a call
Life is stalling me
And I'm done with it all
Any minute now
Any minute now
Any minute now
Any minute now

Something will happen
 Nov 2016 We Are Stories
Robyn
This is how you're used
When I'm self afflicted
Self degrading
Self abused
He speaks through you
So I can breathe
This is what you mean to me
When I'm sick
And beat
And bruised
This is how God uses you
When you could choose
When you could lose
You love me and that's how He uses
YOU
Do you think anyone could love you better?
Do you think anyone could ever treat you better?
Do you think anyone could ever try as hard as him?
Do you think anyone could ever love you as much as him?

Do you think anyone could love him more than you?
Do you think anyone could ever treat him better than you?
Do you think anyone could ever try harder than you?
Do you think anyone could love him more than you?

No.
No.
No.
No, to every question, but why do I still feel empty?
Because he's not the one.
He's not the one you should be thinking about.
It's not his love you need,
It's the love of the heavenly father.
Without God, love on this earth is empty.

You're asking the right questions,
but to the wrong person.

So, do you love him?
 Mar 2016 We Are Stories
ryan
To be a man, is to be made not of
Glass or plastic, fragile or manufacturered
Like these young boys plucking
Away at keyboards day to day, acquiring
Vanishing trophies; a man is made of
Steel and stained wood, screws and twine
Make up his joints and bark is his skin.

To be a man is not smell of lysol or
Carpets, but if sawdust and oil, leather and
Soil, for a man is shelter.
When boys pitch canvas tents
In sand, a man plants logs on sturdy
Ground in which his family can reside, his back
The roof under which it is dry and safe.

To be a man is not to bake your mind with flashes
Of light and thunderous noise, but
To create, to be dynamic and soulful, imbuing
Himself into his creation;
To be man is to help and be helpful, to share and
Collect wisdom from others, to better
Everyone.

One day a Man will be honoured to take you
Home, to care for you until the
End of his days.
One day, that man will be me.
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