if you did
not have to prepare
and see a mare
and see more
but if you saw
your future yet beware
the final score
and be a sore
glare at my skin
is burned my corpse
is wounded my
seeing of the tides has
turned and my self
has returned and learned
if you did
not have to prepare
and see a mare
and see more
but if you saw
your future yet beware
the final score
and be a sore
glare at my skin
is burned my corpse
is wounded my
seeing of the tides has
turned and my self
has returned and learned
the birds wake me up
and light comes my way
and even after the hurt
life is not all
doom and gloom anyway
there are cuts that need band-aids
and peaches on the tree
tomatoes red on the vine but
just do not think of
last night
there are loves and leaves
a chance of a cool breeze yet
even the ache has
only so much relief
there are often a few hours
before the hello of Monday and
the time is now
the red sauce was requested
spaghetti and meatballs and
good garlic bread and
nobody makes it like me
when asked for it is given
it will not make itself
and it makes people smile
green chives fresh from the garden
and nothingness will not win
tonight
the spark will not die
and we May not cry
the spark my be gone but
the passion lives on
if you did
not have
to prepare and see before
see an inmate and see more
if you saw your future
and the final score
and be a scare and beware
my skin is bruised and
my corpse is wounded my
Skin is waxed my
seeing of the tides has
turned and my self has
returned and learned
the spark may not
and we May not
the spark is gone but
the passion lives on
it is not that I
didn’t really miss you dear
I respect you ravishingly
and I want to disciple you strongly
but now I realize
that you and I are so alike
you were already on that page and knew
that I did not do anything halfway
but that sweet Christmas eve
as quiet and calm as it snowing ended
and as fun among fuzziness and sadness
hugs and many beers
we were not
afraid of ending up here
happening just like this
seeing just what we are seeing
and I would not
ever get this moment back once more
so if this is my only chance
time to go for it
let’s roll
if it was up to me
I would transport
myself across the miles
to where you are comfy
curled up on the couch
took a sip of your beer
as I slipped in next to you
and surprise your skin
and you recognized
me and my smile
where have I been
can you tell
can you see
how I am broken in
it isn’t fair
that in the past
I chased evil
and ran right by heaven
another day
may go by
but when I saw you I swore
I would never do that again
I remember it tonight
in the wind
in the rain
moving out the window on a
yellow beam of cool morning light
stamping the day with a few new
tempting creations made last night
eager to glance down the street while
readying the connections to the
increasing activity each house has
on its sounding board floor or
under the same roof as all the little ghosts
sliding in and out of other people’s rooms
like water that flows to the lowest point
unusual occurrences that rarely get
caught in mid-act but will still change your mind
keeping your time
if the memory comes
back it was a different time
and I traveled a little different
then when I did what I should do
be careful and take care
of people who
needed me and I
cannot believe how easy it was
beaten up once with no concern and
stabbed once with no consequence
and no concern but
at that time everything hurt
the experience and sound was
all that mattered yet there I was and only
now is worse because
the one I care for most
hurts worst
bit by a dragon
stabbed by a witch
brain assault by a psychic
nothing hurts worse than this
I must persist
the sun chose to
awake me in my time of need
the birds sing
as they loudly play
in the bird bath and
my painting is done but
looking like
all of life is destruction and death but
I do not believe that
is the case if you just
pretend everything is going well and
only this moment counts
when there are so many worries
what good could it be
to be anything else but
when it hurts we seek help
but if there is no time spared
with so much space between and
communication works but
only when it happens then
memories are a dream
we all toil underneath
when the waterfall
stopped it was not fully
ceased it becomes a slow
trickle and as long as
that continued and as if a
plant could be watered just a
bit at the time but was the
strongest living thing in the
room and yet we get to go
from place to place. And pretend
everything is normal as if
the experience of living
as this exact plant could
stripped away all layers
of our own personal experiences
could be removed if they do
not teach us anything and
what could that even mean as
a way of being in tune with
your inner person who
sees and knows you and can
be a ghost to you
there was clouds
windy sky and a little chill
but it was lovely
I have met the pain
and will get further In it
there is nothing to stop
me from being here for you
yet I do not deserve you
so high in the royalty
you do not even face it
but I have sworn loyalty and
never have done that before
while the moon agrees and
I am closer to doing the
right thing than I have ever been
so since the walls close in
Quickly nowadays
I shall just watch the trees dance
and do my best