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Neologism

I am sitting
With the lights on
In the dark
Like no one’s home
Without the spark

I did not know
The words could be
So simply said
You want to forgive
What the soul
Puts to bed

An extremely large flock
Of Sandhill Cranes form
A migration around the
Grounds of our wintering
Remains with absent gains
Hearts very high in the sky
Of abysmal memories

Cascades of deeper rusty
Blackened echoes and
What was said
Handing in the fin
Hanging on the edge
Of our ozone
Left to recount what
Breathing on a couch makes
Good for dreaming

How many times did you
See me when I wasn’t looking?
How long are you gonna keep
It to yourself?
You still continue to
Refuse to make it better
You excel at that
Not just with me
But like with EVERYONE
You did me bad
No remorse in your smile
Par for the course
Of course
Why did I have to
Find out this way
I guess I’m glad you lied
About the forever friendship
Part of the story
You could have just
Told me that you’re no fun
Surly disheartening
No more restarting
All that is left is the
Disorienting likes
On posts of things
You seem to care about
More than a few words
Or simply reaching out to me…

Loving Cup

Encomium lighthouse
I want to praise you
A bolt of lightning
Gorgeously strikes asunder
Ghastly love in broken parts
Put back together
Am I having a failure
Depression of sorts?
Where is my brief moment
Of emotional shorts?
My excitement
My frisson
My passion is living
Anything for a weird life
If it means climbing
Up a fire escape to
Get to you
If it means
Sliding down a fifty foot pole
To rescue you
Is my brain now in twain
Am I going insane?
Is there any excuse that
Could help bring me closer
To the truth that is us
With my neck tilted back
Facing up
You will find that my eyes
Are on watch to be
Filled to the brim
With your loving cup

Grandpa

He was dimming
His light flickering slow
Companion to a single Rose
This man of impossible gain
A confident cowboy who knew his domain

Guided with words that encouraged
So many his absence made glow
With the touch of one hundred sweet angels
In one finger this man did bestow

A grandfather naturally so
A father who truly took hold
A king in the light of ten thousand white owls
Does he stand in the midst of one soul

I look to my left to the willow
To the fruit of a neighboring tree
Over my shoulder the clouds floating by
Are strangely familiar to me

Tears streaming I can finally breathe
My own smile imparts waves of relief
Knowing you’ll always be close
His touch is in all that I see
In everything that I am your love
Will live on inside me

Charge!

Do it for yourself
Do it now
Tomorrow is too late
You are right on time
And whatever you do
Don’t second guess yourself
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Caring too much
Creates trouble
Not caring enough
Can have the
Exact same effect
Except times double

Lie

Why would I lie to myself
If I know what the truth is
If I know that it’s useless
I would rather be toothless
Then pretend that it’s
Too late to have fun again

Why would I lie to you too
If I know the true meaning
Of what not make believing
Can do for the heart when
We’re willing to part with
All of the things that keep us
From living the life that
Could rip us apart

Open up the best part that
True love from the start
Can prevent all the hurt that
Is pushing us down
Time to put on your crown
Wear your beautiful truth
Why pretend to be something
You’re not

The most miraculous piece
Takes me down to my knees
Knowing I can be loved
Have you holding my hand
For the person I am truly
Loving you too babe like you’re
Wanting me to because fake
Will not prove anything
But to lose all the love that
We have if we trust in a lie
Knowing the truth
That we have is the best

So why would I lie
If I know what the truth is
If I know that it’s useless
I would rather be toothless
Then pretend that it’s
Too late to have fun again

Here’s to being with you babe

Only Once

Born Pretty
I’m sure all natural
Straight out of the
Mouth of hell
Almost too pretty
To tell anyone
About it but I’m
Sure if I can see it
Everyone else has
Caught your spell
That means I’m
Not the only one
Who might be
Lusting after you
I’d settle for a kiss
You know maybe
Just a little taste
Of those delicious
Lips of yours yes
I’ll take what
I can get yes
Even if it’s
Only once

Huh

Weird how I was thinking about
Writing something down without
Love or finding love or love
Finding me but then I got
Caught up thinking about
Who I would be writing this around
A bunch of make believe
Lots of fantasy talk in my
Mind and my romantic dreams of
Writing again something that
Is actually real but not until you
Get here already or at least for now
You know how I really feel

Faceplant

Like being on vacation
And feeling ill at the same time
I want to have some fun and
I can’t get you off my mind
Like being on an island
And feeling homesick all the while
I want to have some fun and
Kiss your gorgeous goddamn smile
Like having wishes granted
But living with the question why
I want to have some fun and
Make you feel good all the time
Roses are red violets are blue
Let the blood drain from my veins
And pool around me too
Like a red sea of raw passion
I would never abandon you
My heart is strewn about the world
But my soul belongs to you
Scribbled on the walls
Is the writing that construes
The meaning of our friendship
I could fall in love with you
Bursting through the doors
I could fall in love with you
Walking down the street
I could fall in love with you
I’m running out of words
I could fall in love with you
There’s no better way to say it
I think I tripped over myself
And took a faceplant into you

Closing In

I come here
Because I want to
I come here
Because I wanted to
Spend time with you
Do you want to
Be my purser
Sail my ship
Cast a net over
My heart and pull
Me into your shadow
I can feel myself
Getting comfortable
Being close to you
Closer to you than
I thought that I could be
Again to someone who
After being with
Other folks who barely
Knew how to show up
Barely knew how to
Bring the best of themselves
Mostly just unfortunately
Incapable of loving me
In the way that I needed
Them to because
The love that they had
Was strictly for them
To hold on to alone and
As the hand of the clock
Tic-toc turns around
I can picture a fire on
The beach with you
An electric blanket
Unplugged because we
Don’t need any help
With the heat
If you know what I mean
We are the difference
Between pretending to know
What feels good
And owning up to the
Truth of our inevitable
Dream closing in

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