The Simple Things

Everybody knows the simple things

Like 2 and 2

but here is something new

You should never be afraid

Of who you are and

What you will become

I sit on a branch looking through the trees

Searching endlessly

For the something else

I thought I needed

I watch the clouds pass by

Change color as the sun

Falls

Just to realize that I

am like those clouds

Changing, moving

meeting unknown Horizons

Not finding something else

but Myself

now is the time to question

Yourself

Are you like those clouds?

Or merely a reflection in the pool

Fear not Change

and

Keep moving

I wrote this many years ago... but it applies to today I think.

Battle

Love is a Kindred Spirit

torn between the mind and heart

Brought to pieces by

Passion & Knowledge

Untrusting but Unfaltering

Never Growing

Never Wavering

It remands the Same

Hospital Visits

IV's

& resperators

Knobs and wires

the drip drip of morphine

Soft beeps of a heart beating

holding on

to precious moments

Laying still

breathing hard

Pain

moans of fear

She waits

Cold & frightened

I hold her hand &

Wait for her to wake

I wish to take away

the hurt

Try to tell her words of

sweet comfort

All I can think to say...

"I love you"

The Cirque de Freak

Oh, Chuckle I
at this masquerade bazaar
How the circus shines
and how the laughter stretches far

Giggle at a jesters folly
as He tumbles and trips
over his twisting tongue
so silly the flips

She wobbles at her dance
The dainty gypsy
she spins on her little plastic toes
but seems a bit too tipsy

How odd is he, a sheer sight to see!
The Serpent they call the freak...
Half man, half snake
with a bright yellow beak!

those stranglings! I watch as they toil
Wearing their faces
the show must go on
Each in their places!

I laugh as I stand at the ready
from my own barred box
Just the infamous juggler
with the un-matching socks

Flip

Two faces of a coin...
Both brilliant in luminosity...
But as different as the gleaming night is
to it's incandescent day

One side the face of a lion...
good and strong...
a diamond in the ruff...
forever course and unpolished.

The other a soaring dove..
beautiful in its delicate glory...
swooning the shine out of the stars..
Laughing with Pluto at Jupiter's Moons

Time after Time

I cry,
But stay strong for them to see.
I don’t want them to know,
Of the brokenness inside of me.


I put the world first,
Making sacrifice after sacrifice.
A constant life, led by the mind,
But my heart must pay the price.


Chances come and go
And I must choose what’s right and wrong
The problem is the thin line between,
Which has wavered for so long.


For whom do I thrive for
And why?
If I’m the one in which they must depend
Who is it that I must rely?


I give up so much
For those that I hold dear.
Stuck watching those golden opportunities
Slowly disappear.


I will settle,
Just as I have before.
I might not get to have it all
But at least there is happiness for those that I adore.

Beautiful Strange Love

To some,
It seems fanatical or sad,
Or even strange,
The pull that we have had.

It binds us heart to heart,
But there are some who do not see,
the love I have for you,
The love you have for me.

The recipe is simple,
It is brazen and witty,
Filled with gentle love,
Combined with a pinch of silly.

It’s so hard for them understand
How strong it must be
The love I have for you
The love you have for me

Part of me is lost,
And feels so alone,
Your absence is a nightmare,
That cuts me to the bone.

We are the match
That no one could forsee,
The love I have for you,
The love you have for me.

I reach out and feel,
But I know what I will find,
Just empty air,
And your smile to ease my mind.

I wish for your return
To have again The
love I have for you
The love you have for me

Ephiphany

To Live, to love

To dream, to hope

These are the threads of Life

One CAN fester on the seasons of past

Brooding over wasted moments

And drowning in the hatred of old foes

Disdain CAN boil in the

Bellies of Man

Until the final drop of

Kindness is drained from their hearts

But forever WILL unhappiness be

Their own demise

I was of such mind

Swimming in a sea of melancholy

Haunted by the torment wrought

By others

The seed of discontent

Coursing through each fiber Of my being

I could not Live

For misery was life

The forced hunger for false love

Was none but a mockery

Of its true glory

So clouded by the gothic dreams

Of unceasing discourse

I could not rest or hope

For the path I trampled on

Was a barren land of faked niceties

And secret prayers of vengeance

Then with the Swiftness of a arrowed Star

Shot from Orion’s bow

Epiphany struck the confines of my heart

And shook the darkness

Out of my eyes

After what felt like ages

Serving the agents of unwarranted malice

Light flowed into me

The brightness and vividness

Of life was mine to grasp

I could pluck the rosebuds of love

From the very air

That teemed around me surrounding my being

When before I laid through sleepless nights

Twitching from sorrows thorn

In my side

Instead the images of content

Graced my newfound dreaming state

And hope, sweet hope

Was mine for the taking

No longer do I drown in sorrow but

Commit myself to

The promises of my own worth

And the power of Life

I bathe in the caress of love,

Am held with the grandeur of my dreams

And given the hope that

Tomorrows' splendor

Lays in the eyes of those I love

And is more than yesterdays' grief

That spawned from the tongues of those I hated
and peace to those that have hated me