the darkness woke up
slowly
a candle that resisted
coming up into the light
another passage of time
that seems to speed up
as it slows down
and scary as the
details all stick out
tiny steps
somehow arrive in an instant
a wall rushing at you
with the pace of a second hand
on a clock
not a word
is going to get uttered
as long as
we get this trouble understood
most animals
don’t want to be our meal
and the mouse doesn’t
enjoy the cat and mouse game
the toy that is destroyed
as the sun comes up
and the cloud cover rolls in
I look at my arms
and see all the scars that
were not there before and
I think about if I may
survive until my
next birthday but I
wonder where you put
the silver elephant I gave you and
I wonder if I can even
make it through this week yet
here I am
Saint Patrick not by my side
Pain in every part of my body
no water to drink
no shoes on my feet
but if the red moon rises and
I can still use my mind
then I can make it
I have seen worse times
and I can keep you
in my mind
then I am happy
there are ways to
see the world
where you do not
come near me
and I do not hug you
when you ask me to
preparation of
the hand to
be in your hand
and when I stare
I realize
when I get home
there is no other animal there
no female lamp to curl up on
no bit of fuzzy sigh
to call to
I will just have to
crawl up on my own blanket
put my head down
abd nuzzle up under a warm
and purr at myself
until you come home
because I can’t
stand life
without you
having a bit of hidden sun
or ten minutes out of the cold
probably helps most when
ending the day and nowhere to go
lending your love with nothing left to give
existing just to remember what life is
stay on top of those clouds
show your heart and follow the lead
like a final dinner and last request
your privacy long gone
coming from a neighborhood with no home
often the instinct is to not sit still
making long days become nights
fighting the relaxation and getting
organized whether you like it or not
right when water hits the rock
torn between a duchess and a noose
as the answer is presented to you
by a mountain across the ocean or right next door
let home be where the comfort dwells
everything about you is love
if I could have
delivered you from your
biggest worry and
make the day all come forward
to the part where you finally relax
and make an assurance that
we are going exactly nowhere and
you recognize where you want to be
after a few glorious sunbeams
and a hundred or so
breezes that come up the forest hill but
soon you picture yourself under blanket
reliving your flavor of
last night’s cocoon
plenty of the gain of no stress
in a tiny set of wings
that often flutter open
but for now the rock
of not much body momentum
Is what needs to be
and another quiet voice begins singing
the slow slinky tone of
each and every of tomorrow’s yesterdays
beneath a quest for silent naps that
register on every scale
and grow so many levels
in each minute of valued deep
tasty lovely sighing slumber
the words arrived to me
in a broken phrase of
despair which was long ago forgotten
as if placed by
the song I wrote when very young
like a leaf in the wind
or ten blossoms
slowly dying in the moon
whilst the black cat
crossing the path is
there for the myth
it seems to make
whenever seen by the knowledge
that is in the misunderstanding
as so many people do
but we all live in different places
Of comprehensive stories and I
know that you are just
twelve hours away from a dead day
that should have recharged but
we all have somewhere to
be when the studies shake the tree
and I will always be me
like a good arrow
with a gem on it
when
all the fools
and doomsayers that have danced
back and forth along this
rough but determined street
could not stop
my fuzzy yummy positive
race towards you, so driven and
single-minded and all the prophets
and wise men foretelling
could not have prepared me for
your coming
and even if they had tried
warned
trained me
for weeks on end
to understand and be prepared
I would not have believed them
not only because I can’t realize or get it
that you are here
right now
but also
I didn’t know
angels existed
we were very much
supposed to meet up that
night and I was so
very hurting and I had such
tiredness that when I came
home to my place I fell
asleep and when we had not been
together for years I missed you then
tears but when I woke up you
we’re somewhere near by my door
and I wanted to speak but
you were beside my mind and
our friend named karma
told you to drown your
red sorrows and beat my
door and break the glass
on my car door and you
dud not have another
conversation with me
and I do not know
why that could ever be
relief and disgust
are little friends in
my mind
like when I joined
a bit of next year
the worth
is better and make a
grand choice
to be served like a God
and be fanned and
be served raspberry
down by the riverside
in peace
softened the temperature
among the good times and
in your ways do not change anymore
none of our good old times make a
tiny effect in the corridor of
all of the surprises and stupid things said
more of the happy timing that transformed
Under the keeping safe testaments
energies that crank on down when
reaching on the way we went overboard
Temperatures mattered so much
ending the unforgettable day
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| Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
| Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
| LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
| Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
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