Grief
I was walking out of the hospital
And my eyes met another
I was not ready, not even a little
Those eyes said this is was it is to suffer
A loved one dying, I could not relate
Not a thing I could do
Except wait,
For one day that will be me or you.
Psalm 152
Thank you LORD, your hand is upon me.
LORD have mercy
Thank you LORD for this peaceful night
Lord have mercy.
My will power is finite
Thank you Lord for this fine Night
Lord Have Mercy
Looks Like an All Nighter
Snuck out my house at three am.
With a lighter and a portable fighter.
Climbing that same suburb, feeling supurb.
A quiet night that I might just disturb
Did I mention I’m buzzin.
Black and mild the taste on my tounge.
Carving down the middle and I opened my pocket, to proceed
To hit a majesttic bugel
When I die I’m going to the funeral.
Everyone’s sleeping
If my mom knew what I was doin’
She’d be weepin’.
November Stars
The steering wheel pointed straight up to the stars
when we met up it was bound to end
Windy road winding all the way up to where I saw the river bend
Don’t pay any mind to the dirt, it’s still some hue of brown
It’s all about the set up, and a few sparks lit the flame
Younger but I showed you gold that wasn’t mine
A gravity of sorts tangled your fingers with mine
Back to back gazing for little flashes that stood and shook the stars
Longing for more than the heat from the flame
I looked into her eyes I could not see an end
Breathtaking was that color brown
Like the aspens we were bound to bend
I walked humbly for just a moment in the way of the bend
I was on your mind and you were on mine
and the sticks and twigs blended in brown
with her hair as we talked without words under the infinite array of stars
My cold hand was in your carhartt pocket, and the end
has dwindled, so too shall the flame
Oh but the beauty and chaos in the flame
That same flame might just cause a million of trees to bend
Perhaps that’s not exactly how I thought it would end
Then I got caught right there on the daunting lie of mine
What am I compared to a sky full of stars
I am as every shade of brown
I did not create but can only appreciate that brown
dirt that extinguished the flame
We can only look at the sky twinkling with stars
But that’s enough for my prideful heart to bend
over to a bow because nothing is truly mine
In this life there’s a time to begin and a time to end
Tell me, do you think everything is just a means to an end?
Or is there something to be learned like the beauty in brown
Or that really you were never mine
Come watch the bright vapor of our flame
Go around that bend
We used to call the stars
Those gold mines have not met their end
Stars won’t last and neither will brown
God didn’t have to, But He too has felt the bend.
Image Credit To Bill Watterson
Thoughts from the C B A
Do you remember we would play war and talk
I didn’t mean to crush your finger on that backyard rock
I always thought it was funny when you would call her
You got mad I when I was taller
I loved you through the tears and my fears
Getting spanked to supposedly our first beers
We’re older now-but
I’ll always be your twin
camp
(in the style of John Milton)
The cool water was flowing, from the creek
The pot received, far from the city and far from the peak
Smoke rose and the wood cracked out in a whisper
Beating down to pierce through the trees
Powerful, blazing and lighter than 20 bees
One hundred and nineteen
Your words came at me like a
gentle waterfall, they cascaded off
the page into my heart
I do not understand, it is when
I try that it shows the lack
I must be still.
I, I, I am already failing.
I continue, onward, pushing, searching,
striving. But with a peace
that has washed my soul
Struggle Poem
Struggling every step
My body’s breaking
The people are passing
Love
Sitting there on the stairs I felt the weight of my iniquity.
I went down and let my guard drop
just like my tears when they caressed her cheek.
I met her full gaze when I couldn’t before
This is how was it was designed to be
love and vulnerability.
Our hearts crossed a time and place with nothing standing in the way
If only it could always be that way.
Ponyboy Vertical Poem
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Ponyboy is a dreamer who watches sunsets (pg. 40)
0rphan (pg. 3)
Nicotine addiction, Ponyboy is addicted to smoking cigarettes (pg. 57)
Young, fourteen to be exact (pg. 49-50)
Books, Ponyboy loves to learn (pg. 17)
Outsider (pg. 15)You & me, because Ponyboy’s gang sticks together no matter what (pg. 6)
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