They were just learning to tread water
A pair of brothers, looking toward a father
Who let himself get lost in the tides, giving in…
So two little boys are left wading
In a sea of grief they can't know to feel
And yet no one can tell them
“How”
They will have to learn how to swim on their own
Develop a new way of breathing
Pull each other to shore
And all they want to hear is
“I love you”
So two little boys are left standing
In shoes they know not how to fill
And all that anyone can say is
“I’m sorry”
But sympathies do not fill shoes
Nor holes in hearts
They cannot salvage the lost
Or answer the questions they will have as Men
that He was supposed to answer
A pair of sons, left to keep treading, looking, remembering—wondering.
12-25-08 3:01 am
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Merry Christmas, my darling one
Winter Snow… drifts and sways
Turning me into the child I so longed to be.
Winter Snow…sculpts and forms
Shaping imprints of your love for me.
Winter Snow…quiets and eases
Holding each other in awed hush
As ice dances silently
Winter Snow…reflects and refracts
Lighting what we can’t always see.
Two become the Forest and the Trees
If only for a moment…
Let it fall on us, let it fall, and thus,
It will always be-
Our Winter Snow.
12-18-08 at 5:23 am
Turning me into the child I so longed to be.
Winter Snow…sculpts and forms
Shaping imprints of your love for me.
Winter Snow…quiets and eases
Holding each other in awed hush
As ice dances silently
Winter Snow…reflects and refracts
Lighting what we can’t always see.
Two become the Forest and the Trees
If only for a moment…
Let it fall on us, let it fall, and thus,
It will always be-
Our Winter Snow.
12-18-08 at 5:23 am
Cursed, are the Children?
Selfish and indulgent are the young,
Complaining of life’s slings and arrows
That were disguised as love and boundaries
Hardened by the labors they saw
And resented.
Wearied by the privilege of innocence
Angered by the future of culpability
Drowning in the wealth of untapped resource
Youth isn’t wasted on the young
It’s carried.
A cross to bear.
“Oh, to be old and powerless,” sigh the children
For heavy is the head that begins life anew.
10-6-08 at 12:34pm
Complaining of life’s slings and arrows
That were disguised as love and boundaries
Hardened by the labors they saw
And resented.
Wearied by the privilege of innocence
Angered by the future of culpability
Drowning in the wealth of untapped resource
Youth isn’t wasted on the young
It’s carried.
A cross to bear.
“Oh, to be old and powerless,” sigh the children
For heavy is the head that begins life anew.
10-6-08 at 12:34pm
Haunting the Dancehall
In a symphony of things you cannot change
but will not forgive
Rage builds slowly, toward a crescendo in Hate.
(The Chorus Begins)
Anger croons about the smallest of injustices
waltzing with the skeletons in your closet
They sway, taunting, down a macabre lane of memories
fleshing out your demons, giving substance to their grip-
so begins their deceitful dance
Watch, as the dead whirl around the floor…
1 and,
2 and,
3 and,
4.
Mistrust is rhythmic, lulling you into a fury
and as you accept a spectral invitation to the ball,
you forget that the dead can dance Forever…
1 and,
2 and,
3 and,
4.
Listen, as the band keeps playing the same
old
familiar
song.
5:47pm 8-28-08
but will not forgive
Rage builds slowly, toward a crescendo in Hate.
(The Chorus Begins)
Anger croons about the smallest of injustices
waltzing with the skeletons in your closet
They sway, taunting, down a macabre lane of memories
fleshing out your demons, giving substance to their grip-
so begins their deceitful dance
Watch, as the dead whirl around the floor…
1 and,
2 and,
3 and,
4.
Mistrust is rhythmic, lulling you into a fury
and as you accept a spectral invitation to the ball,
you forget that the dead can dance Forever…
1 and,
2 and,
3 and,
4.
Listen, as the band keeps playing the same
old
familiar
song.
5:47pm 8-28-08
Novices
In from here to eternity, I wonder:
Can we let go and hold on simultaneously?
Can we grow up and not apart?
Is always indicative of forever?
Fidelity and finality
Restlessness and respite
Oaths and omissions
Scared and sacred
It’s more complicated than you thought.
Fractured pieces of stranger puzzles, you and I
Due to deepen and splinter on unseen edges
That will come
To pass
It’s more fragile than I thought.
And yet:
Nothing can tear asunder what we are joined together
From here to eternity.
7-22-08 4:19 am
Can we let go and hold on simultaneously?
Can we grow up and not apart?
Is always indicative of forever?
Fidelity and finality
Restlessness and respite
Oaths and omissions
Scared and sacred
It’s more complicated than you thought.
Fractured pieces of stranger puzzles, you and I
Due to deepen and splinter on unseen edges
That will come
To pass
It’s more fragile than I thought.
And yet:
Nothing can tear asunder what we are joined together
From here to eternity.
7-22-08 4:19 am
Ruins
Old notes, old wounds…
Written on the wall for all to see
Bled fresh every time you re-collect it
Déjà vu in a stranger’s eyes
A temple of your psyche
Built up, to only burn down
I’ll remember what you forget.
New memories, new scars…
Etched into your heart where it won’t be seen
Welling up in purposeful deflection
Calm remorse in a lover’s eyes
An urn of your longing
Locked up, ready to spill out
You’ll always give what you hope to get.
4:14 am on 7-2-08
Written on the wall for all to see
Bled fresh every time you re-collect it
Déjà vu in a stranger’s eyes
A temple of your psyche
Built up, to only burn down
I’ll remember what you forget.
New memories, new scars…
Etched into your heart where it won’t be seen
Welling up in purposeful deflection
Calm remorse in a lover’s eyes
An urn of your longing
Locked up, ready to spill out
You’ll always give what you hope to get.
4:14 am on 7-2-08
That song repeats.
Regina makes me cry
(every time)
Reminds me when you didn't say goodbye…
Just ducked your head and walked out the door
There was a baby in my belly
But I guess it was time really…
I didn't know how to tell you
And it all became passé as I bled out on the floor.
Times like these it's all the same
I can still hear your familiar refrain
Of "always" and no "matter what"
Regina makes me cry
(every time)
I remember not saying goodbye…
Just running after you out the door
If I'm a fool than so it is
We're all involved in this consuming mess
A game of triumphs and loss
The sweetest thing I've ever come across
She walked away and your heart swallowed up
Took your pride and spilled your cup
It was all you feared would come
Regina doesn't make her cry
(any time)
You still remember when she didn't say goodbye…
Just ducked her head and walked out the door.
(January 25th)
(every time)
Reminds me when you didn't say goodbye…
Just ducked your head and walked out the door
There was a baby in my belly
But I guess it was time really…
I didn't know how to tell you
And it all became passé as I bled out on the floor.
Times like these it's all the same
I can still hear your familiar refrain
Of "always" and no "matter what"
Regina makes me cry
(every time)
I remember not saying goodbye…
Just running after you out the door
If I'm a fool than so it is
We're all involved in this consuming mess
A game of triumphs and loss
The sweetest thing I've ever come across
She walked away and your heart swallowed up
Took your pride and spilled your cup
It was all you feared would come
Regina doesn't make her cry
(any time)
You still remember when she didn't say goodbye…
Just ducked her head and walked out the door.
(January 25th)
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