Lifes Work

Your eyes, your smiles The sweet concern you show It has filled this empty house My mind is wrapped around you My heart cradles yours Offering up support and caring I was crushed by a wave yesterday Smashed against the rocks and left for dead on the beach I saw you through the mist I reached out for you but could not make contact I was hidden beneath the sand Starved for breath I said your name Lover… Lover… My love Please hold this heart for me It’s heavy and I feel weak My power was taken by the sea It told me I didn’t deserve to have so much I fought to hold on but it was too strong As the distant sun grew cold I said your name The bubbles took my words to the surface As they reached the sea skin winds took my last words Please find the words I released I am going back to the sea now To take back what it took from me I kiss your cheek as I step over the first wave.

Because life can’t just go on As if nothing ever happened As if you where never there Time has wrinkled and slowed The youth of our being The fight has begun as a march Toward the field of pity Heads held high Eyes tired and in need of aid Youth is a cruel mistress And she cradles with too much care Giving blessing after blessing Just to tighten the screw And draw blood for the future Is not meant to be the far off

Don’t ask me how I know… I just think it’s odd.. For someone to break ties that seemed so strong and had lasted through so much. “How�? is it for me… Me now. How do you do it… How do you go on like a girl just out of school.. Running around from guy to guy.. Always declaring love at each step. LOVE!! How? How do you do it? Why would you change so much, so quickly. From someone that use to be so right, so true (sorta) to form.. What does it make you feel like to be “in love�? like that? Does it change the way you perceive the love you had before? Does it make you feel new again? Like you’re walking through the garden for the first time, again and again… You’re loosing something along the way, but that might be your goal.. To be happy, to change yourself to be the right person for who ever you are with. It doesn’t look healthy from this side but then again look at me… No sleep and no food. No money and less of a clue than ever.. Just a dreamer living from one pipe to the next. It will be interesting to see what happens. This has got to be the best movies I’ve ever seen. Your life (love life) is going to be fun to watch because no matter if you’re happy or not you’re always going to do something. Move to some country or go lez for a while… We are going to grow apart and I will loose whatever respect I had for you but you will be behind your new walls and it shouldn’t affect you… You have a new life fill with new people and new ideas. The final good by should happen soon. There is no reason for any of this to go any further than 6 months ago.

a morning muse for the newly friended ah, how fare the morning song is after yonder’s window breaks and how sweet is the dew as it clings to the uncut grass… but my heart is, alas, not lightened by these wondrous delights instead it caries a burdened cross from slumber in to morns wake and on through days break… why would the newly friended feel such woe as this why not be filled with glee and honey dipped lilacs and run with the rest of the free beings across the meadows… I am afraid that the newly friended feels a deep loss as the child feels, when it’s best imaginary friend decides to move or become some other child’s best imaginary friend… now that day is under way and caffeine is taking hold the loss will have to take a ride on the work day train because no child’s imaginary friend likes to go to work at least they don’t like to be shared at work… fare thee well the newly friended is off to slay dragons and rescue maidens from their peril.

Have you ever been there a lightning struck petal between the cross‑hairs It’s like being a long lost brother… to everyone Though the price is high and the visions haunting You are an adult at seven and you loose your toys and mother In an unclouded stairwell you witness your first birth And two doors down the death of a saint and soldier It’s a mad capped world in the desert You and your black horse The sun penetrates the ground beneath you But the heat has no mercy It raises sweat from your brow And tans your naked son There is beauty in the darkness And she brings salt for the palate and wind for the hair If there is not pain coming from your hunger Let there never be shame For hunger may never be satisfied And shame is at the edge of every step.