Sometimes my poetry doesn’t have a title
Sometimes it doesn’t make any sense
I just write to get it out
Whatever “it” is…
Sometimes
Sometimes my poetry doesn’t have a title
Sometimes it doesn’t make any sense
I just write to get it out
Whatever “it” is…
Sometimes
Remember the first time you heard…
Life hangs by a thread
What if I told you life is just a strand
Question this in your head
The old woman knitting all day
Contemplating life in her chair
Whatever she knits is a metaphor
For her life, she knows, she was there
The spider that creates
A beautiful complicated web
It teaches us who it is and was
It is a teacher, listen to what it says
Our lives are a tapestry
Each soul a bit of yarn
We converge and tie knots in each other
But not to cause each other harm
Our colors and patterns
Paint a picture for all to see
When we converge on each other
Look how beautiful we all can be
Did you ever ask yourself why do I love
After my heart has been broken so many times?
After boundaries have been set
And neither person is willing to cross over the line
When you look at the pieces
And there are so many lying on the floor
It seems like a better idea
To leave, where is the god damn door
Then someone comes into your life
She makes you ask yourself the question
Where did I go wrong last time?
I must have failed at the broken heart rebuilding lesson
Then comes the gratitude
The thank you to all of the people who broke you apart
Without all of the pain they caused
You could have never learned how to rebuild your heart
So if your afraid of your heart breaking
And you want to be done with the fear forever…
Is your fear about your heart breaking,
Or are you afraid to put it back together?
If there was a way…
I would do it
To talk to you and tell you
All the things that have happened
All of the good things
And all of the really bad things
I want to share my thoughts
And my questions
My disappointments
And my lessons
If there was a way…
I would do it
I see my friends around me growing
And becoming better than before
Finding love, and experiencing loss
Having babies and so much more
Renewing relationships,
Changing their life,
Becoming strong and overcoming
So much internal strife
If there was a way…
I would do it
If I could take all of the good in me
And give it to all the people I love
If I could just be done with all this
And join the spirits up above
If I could find you somewhere
Wherever it is you went
I just want you, and no one else
God I wish I knew this before you left
Maybe things would be different
Maybe you would still be here
Maybe I would have gone
And you could have stayed here
That’s a lot of maybes
And there really isn’t a way
…But if there was a way I could
Hug you and tell you I love you
If there was a way…
I would
Overt your eyes, that’s what the voice in my head says
Then I can’t help it, they meet yours and I know.
You are breathtaking beauty, deep intelligence, emotionally present.
Your spirit calls to mine for some reason
My heart isn’t some battlefield, or a junkyard
It is full of emotion and love
I have been stuck in this place where everything is locked behind
Iron gates and cement and rebar
My eyes call to you, and your eyes answer
All they say is let me out
I am so sick of this place
I want to get to know you
And touch you and be free
It is a hard thing to take responsibility for locking yourself in
It’s not the others fault, you did this
Your eyes call to me
They say come out and play
Be free.
That is what you are to me.
Freedom
As I looked at my hands
I felt the bumps on my head
I recognized my comfort ability
With the deeply uncomfortable
As I have walked through life
I have felt pains that seem to have come
From the unknown
I ask myself questions
Why does this hurt so bad
And how did I get here
As I drove home today
I saw her, an apparition
She was the same
As if she didn’t die
I wanted to chase her
Or call her, am I crazy?
How much comfort is there really
When I do something that hurts?
At least I know exactly
Where the pain came from.
When everything was perfect
And you felt no fear
Do you remember hearing the silence
When the darkness came near
It devoured the light
It dulled out the sound
It felt like nothing else
When it came around
Can you find your way
With no light at the end
Can you be ok in silence
With no one to call friend
When your feelings overcome you
And the fear becomes intense
What do you do then
When nothing makes any sense
There is a light inside you
It has always been your guardian
When all else fails…
You might learn to listen to your heart again
I was struggling with shit
So I walked through the door of the last house on the block.
They said dude your a drunk
…All the drinking Man, you gotta stop
So I stopped all the alcohol and weed
Just to become a pussy fiend
Always looking for a female
So I can trade my soul for a vagina full of dopamine
She said it’s ok to be vulnerable
I will be your ride or die
We whispered all of our secrets to each other
We admitted all our lies
But we both got what we wanted
It should be no surprise
We will do anything for that feeling… that dope
So here it is, the statement that applies
I want to know what drives you,
What keeps you afloat
So I can stab you with a dagger
Of weaponized hope
You want a relationship with your daughter
I can make that happen
I’m friends with her on social media
…And now your trapped in
What everybody wants right now
Is just to feel good
All you gotta do is sell em the idea
That if they wanted to do anything,
they could
Here’s a memory to shed some light
If you still think hope as a weapon is good
When my old friend sees a missionary, a southern twang says…
look at that Ram Christ
Or people from any religion who come to your home to invasively proselyte
the worst way to sell religion is by
jamming Jesus down your windpipe
They will use what drives you
What keeps you afloat
So they can stab you where it matters
With weaponized hope
Hope is not an ice pick
To jam in someone’s eye
You can’t pull it out once you stab them
Because they’ll bleed out and die
It’s not some thing to post on Facebook
Like look everyone I’m such a nice guy
It’s not some group or religion
That you have to join or rely
It’s not found in a woman’s vagina
This makes me really sad… I know
It’s not some story with a moral Someone tells you, Hope isn’t even in this poem
If I really want Hope, I can’t weaponize it
I gotta Give it away forever and expect to never get it back
I can’t tell you what I did for it,
or I’m just an egotistical shit sack
I have to be kind and forgive people
And Help those who can’t swim stay afloat
I Own this shit and I’m done stabbing the people I love
With my bullshit weaponized hope
Children beaming brightly with energy solar
produce smiles in the wise with age
The sun a star forever burning
heavenly bodies surrounding its infernal rage
A satellite, the moon doesn’t produce,
even when it shines at night
As we age we wax poetic
the moon reflects what the sun emits…
starlight
I contemplate the comedy of aging
As humans around me dye their hair
And endlessly try to appear
Less experienced and youthfully fair
Oh how we waste the thing most precious
Chasing memories of how we once were
Forgetting to be present
As we linger in the past, finger tip media making reality just a colorful blur
Our age is the most precious of gifts
To linger here in the lesson a little longer than some
As we write and listen to the poetry written…
Our reflection shines bright like the sun
Starlight
Star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
When you and I lock eyes,
There is so much that I can see
The turbulent ocean of emotion you sail
And all the treasures you’ve buried
We have met each other on your sails
As you have traveled the stormy sea
All those you have loved and lost
Are mates who are with you constantly
Until you pass this way again
I always await your return
With eyes out on the horizon
Every days sun falling into the sea to burn
I am a solitary desert island
Far beyond your maps reach
I will be here forever waiting for you
To come and relax on the sands of my beach