Time Passed

February 21, 2012 § Leave a comment

Listen. Don’t speak.
I feel… feel weak.
Come home.
I’m alone.

On Our Own

February 21, 2012 § Leave a comment

We thought we did it on our own,
but the hand of God must have tired.
We thought the smoke and flame,
was love freshly wired.

Something was burning high,
someone cried the battle ensued.
I laughed, you laughed, we did.
The days lingered, they accrued.

We thought we did it on our own,
but our angel must have fled.
We thought we’d made it home,
but the past, staying, still bled.

It was something worth the laughs,
something worth holding to.
It was worth the tears and fights,
something just a bit askew.

We thought we did it on our own,
but we lost it in the hustle.
Pushed through the hassle,
the end started small, a rustle.

It was money and rage
where we set astride.
Now I have my guilt,
and we have our pride.

The hand of God has gone,
divine backs have turned.
In the days come to pass,
we won’t admit we have yearned.

Time Has Come

February 21, 2012 § Leave a comment

Good morning, Darling, Love, Sweet
Is this the day we may finally meet?

Good morning, the day has begun
The night has found itself undone.

No more dreams, no more screams
Just the beauty of the morning gleams.

These Images

February 21, 2012 § Leave a comment

You’re there on my bed, when I wake each morning
fading into the night where you now stay.
The hours after are filled with waiting.
I’m waiting for the end of each day.

I meet you in my dreams each and every night.
These images soothe this aching loss I keep.
Behind closed eyes is a world filled with us &mdash
A world where you and I will never weep.

Your arms are always open and warm.
Your smile belongs to me alone.
Nothing separates the us we are.
These images finally take us home.

There’s no anger, there’s no regret.
You love me one more time each night
and each night I can feel life again.
The world is friendly… yes, all is right.

These images tell what should have been —
Of how I see and feel within.
They only tell how life would be
if it were to be again.


I’m still writing small pieces on the side while I work on the novel. I’ve been at poetry lately. Feeling a bit rusty in that area, so I’ll just flex out those muscles a bit.

Love In The Dawn

January 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’m singing just one song.
Just one song to you.
I’m singing just one song —
All the way through.

No one knows where I am.
My spirit quietly at rest.
No one knows I’m here —
It couldn’t be guessed.

I’m cresting past the rain.
Flying beyond the high sea.
Better now than ever before —
Better by any degree.

But I’ll sing you one song.
Just one before I’m gone.
Then whisper it after —
The love in the dawn.

Day 1 – 365 Stories

This Shirt

January 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’ve always been kind. I was raised to love and listen, to care even when I’m not sure why I should. My parents, they told my brother and sisters it was the Golden Rule.

They said, “If you give, even when it hurts, someone will give back the same. You just have to wait it out.”

I would sit and listen quietly. Watching their faces, understanding their confusion — after all, it was hard to believe, let alone comprehend, that just love could change something or someone. I know they must have been right, though. After all, they love me.

I expect they’ll be back any minute, so I have to make this quick. I want to tell you that I can’t leave, not today and not tomorrow — not ever. Mom and Dad love me and they’ll be back. I know this because they promised me they would never hurt me.

I guess you probably think I’m wrong and that’s okay. I shouldn’t have went off that morning, but you see this? This is Dad’s shirt. He left it there in the trash so I would find it.

I’m going to stay here and I’m going to sleep here. They promised to love me. Love me they did. When I was sick, they took me to the doctor. When I was lonely, they hugged me. If I was upset, they’d soothe me. You see?

I’m not worried. They’ll be back. I’m going to wait it out, because I’m not just a dog.

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