A Lesson From Missing You –

“…she has the ability to hide as expertly as a sock in a washing machine. No one knows where it goes, just as no one knows where she goes, but at least when she decides to come back, we’re all here, waiting for her.” – Cecelia Ahern

 

Breathing in and with each rasping dry inhale I’m missing you
It burns down to the hollow of my soul.
Memories they flood in, a confusing mix. I thought I missed just you,
but I miss the many that are a part of me.
Each having a part to play, each having a part in me,
each deserving of my attention.
What will I do with these feelings? I shouldn’t,
long after only you.
I should enjoy the many
that have become a part in my life.
How can I miss only you and leave out the others
who have a part to play?
I must move on, pay my respects, but in the end
I know you’re only a part.
There yet remains a whole to be built from my life,
a whole song, a whole book,
not just a verse, or a chapter.
In this moment, I’ll breath a painful breath that it may give me
a lesson from missing you. 

Also published in Lifeasahuman

Also published in Broowaha
First published in Opinionsofeye.com
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Faint

“She smiled and feigned enthusiasm, although she cared little for the game.” 
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 The stroke of your memory taints
leaving lines barely seen
Like the taste of your love feigns
leaving songs barely song
The hunger left is soft pain
feasting on your touch
Smeared colors of your body trace
lost desires slowly die

Lure – Desire draws you

“She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to. 
” ― Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title
 

Your song, whispered in a sweet sensual incantation

The spell so strong, I cannot resist


Your voice, inspiring a delicious strong sensation

The lure so sure, I cannot run


Your eyes, creating potent captivation

The draw so clear, I cannot stop


Your enticement, Leaving no reconciliation,

Laying down my defense, I can only surrender

Also Published in: Broowaha 

Also published in Wingposse, August 2012

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Lure – Desire draws you

“She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to. 
” ― Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title
 

Your song, whispered in a sweet sensual incantation

The spell so strong, I cannot resist


Your voice, inspiring a delicious strong sensation

The lure so sure, I cannot run


Your eyes, creating potent captivation

The draw so clear, I cannot stop


Your enticement, Leaving no reconciliation,

Laying down my defense, I can only surrender

Also Published in: Broowaha 

Also published in Wingposse, August 2012

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My Discordant Song

“Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.”  Heraclitus
 

I am the sum of my defects, to lay them down is to die. Changing me by forcing me to get help is forcing me to becomesomeone else. You think you can help me, or should help me. Is my deficit that annoying? Will “fixing” me make you feel better? Realize that by fixing me, your tearing me apart. I know I’m sick, I’m ill, I’m addicted. I binge, purge, use, fixate, cut, obsess, worry, and rage. I listen to voices telling me you want to change me, to make me better. Really? I don’t see the life you live as better. I see that your scared to let your weaknesses show, to claim them as your own, to know and show that they are a part of you, like every part that is acceptable and healthy. I own my diseases, they are unique, changing and evolving. Predicting my behavior is impossible, unless you give me pills that make me think like you. Or give me programs teaching me to act proper. Or follow me around pushing away the naughty deprecating things that chase me. Let me off your leash of altruism and guilt induced change. My faults, I make them work for me. They become a unique discordant song that never ends. Listen to the off-key and dragging notes, they are a symphony. Dance to my music. Youll never be bored and perhaps youll forget about trying to change me.

Also published in Broowaha Magazine

11 Things I Wish My Son To Know – Wisdom for my son


1)     Your mind is brilliant with ideas and thoughts, use these to create and bring life or they will destroy you.

2)     Women come and go. You’ll carry them with you after you’re apart. Be wary then of whom you attach yourself to


3)     Don’t concern yourself with other people’s drama or let your life be entangled by their problems. 

4)     Some women will flirt with you while they are in a relationship. Don’t be alone with her or return the flirt, it’s a dangerous situation so gaurd yourself. 

 5)     Save money. If you don’t you’ll always be at someone’s mercy. Whatever you got to do, hold some back. 

6)     Don’t burn bridges with friends, family, or employers. You may have to travel on that road again, keep it clean. 

7)     Never let your anger determine your destiny. Some fights aren’t meant to be fought. Rage can be used against you. When faced with rage, take a moment to separate yourself and think about what your doing.

8)     You must have enemies. If you’re living in such a way as to NEVER offend anyone, you’re compromising yourself.

9)     Follow spirituality to the fullest. Find your god and spend time to develop your spirit. Herein lies the greatest strength, the greatest peace, and the most enduring love. Strength to overcome any obstacle, peace to pass through any circumstance, and love when no one stands with you

10)     Enjoy solitude. Don’t spend all your time enjoying an entourage. Learn about yourself in the solitude. Great character is forged there. Great wisdom is found there. 

11)     Surround yourself with positive people, positive things, in positive places. Your soul will feel it when you don’t, so run from the negative things that pull you down.


– With much love, 
           Pops

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Wrestled Notes

“I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, when his wing is bruised and his bosom sore; when he beats his bars and he would be free, it is not a carol of joy or glee, but a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core.” Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Simple prognosticated rhythms flow and diverge

Collapsed principles pile in crumpled beats

Pounding the seconds to say a moment

A tickled thought dances in pretend reality

Hobbled by fettered hope in surreal mist

Finding shadows that breathe life in short bursts

Life’s nemesis throttles the throat of peaceful suns

Wrestled notes become a winged song

What I Did Last Week

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and 
a great fear of shallow living.” Anaïs Nin
“Live to the point of tears.” Albert Camus  

I laughed with new friends and old. I cried with some who were sad and lonely. I spent time, energy and money to help people. I paid bills. I meditated, prayed and listened to a few sermons. I read poetry and wrote some to. I wrote essays and took photographs. I gave advice, encouraging my friends and acquaintances, giving them something to think about. I ate healthy and exercised. I listened to new music and enjoyed old. I played my guitar, wrote a song and a few new licks. I went to the beach, put my toes in the sand and myself in the water. I hiked up a mountain, stopping to hear the birds, feel the wind, and watch the grasshoppers scurry into the bending grass. I took a couple new paths in that venture, stepping out to explore my world. I gave thanks to God, my strength, and talked to my family telling them all, I love you. If I had done only half of these things my life would be hugely successful, having done them all, I am not only successful but absolutely happy and content.


Leaving the Nest – An allegory of beginnings

 “God gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into the nest.” – Josiah Gilbert Holland

A quick flap, one wing extended awkwardly.

Eyes bright with youth, song adolescent
A quick flap, approaching the fable

A quick jump, on the side of the nest, back down.
Feathers ruffled, haphazard layers
A quick jump, on the edge now stable.

A quick tumble, upside down, one foot holding on
Muscles untrained, weak and strong aloft
A quick tumble, upright, wings able

A quick flap, a quick jump, a quick tumble around
Flight revolution in the making
A quick flap, now leaving the cradle…



A Song Within

“And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living. ” Alison Croggon, The Naming 
“Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.”  

I watched the waves, ambiance of shush,

Coerce an inner rhythm, a force to push,
A song from a heart, no one can hear
Only me singing, only me, no fear.
Now I’m singing, to music in my head.
I find myself drumming, hitting a rock instead.
Miracle of life. I see a better way.
To find myself singing, to music of the day.


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