If we are one,
Then they are our fears
And we will face all of our fears together.
Posts published in “Poems”
the way things worked out,
i don’t see any better way;
i’m so happy to be with who
gives to me as much as i
give to her, whether barbs or
roses, we re-ci-pro-cate the way
only friends do; thank God
we’re lovers, too; my wife is
more than a part of my life, she
is my whole world’s sunny day.
About a million possibilities and I’m scared of each/
Holding my hand while you’re reaching to
Bring the world my presence, but am I ready, Lord?
Your love is a tickling of the soul I fail to stop/
“Best days ahead,” you say to keep my heart sane.
(written when feeling very stressed. I never was religious, not outwardly. I more personified a sense of logic and morality. but, I now am who He needs me to be. it’s funny. Spirituality is not a luxury, a benefit, a disease, it’s not a conversation with others; spirituality is the conversation within ourselves that we know someone greater is listening to.)
Like midnight
Falling on
A sunny day:
I may
Be slow moving,
But when I
Get there I
Will be wide awake.
She’s got that
Once in a lifetime
Smile, those eyes
That write as much
As read/She holds
A fire to the night.
And I can see,
In memory, how
Much I had to
Have her
In those
Minutes tricked by seconds
And the racing of the stars;
For no more lonely were us lovers
And no more vacant was my heart.
I just never know
Which way I am
To go when they
Turn me down.
So, I just hold on
Tight to the tem-
‘ples of a furrowed
Brow and pray to
He who gave me will
That ev’ry day is one
We will not regret.
We cannot forget
The lives here be-
‘fore we e’er step-
‘ped on this hos-
‘pitable land/A
Walk we of(f)’n
Forget was forged
Prior t’our stum-
‘bled pacings ’bout.
While doing what
Has been done, how
Often we look for-
‘ward to where we-
‘ve been, holding
On to what we see
Rather than the
Mountains we’ve
Yet climbed and
All those valleys
Within the crease.
When I was a young man,
I thought of myself and
Myself alone, without
You or He or others I
Now cherish.
So far from then,
I now stand to be
A husband, father,
Father’s son
Who knows
Now what
Each is
And has
Been
Meant
To be.
I try to smile to everyone I walk by. Not to hide my bad days or gloat on my good days, but to hopefully brighten theirs. There is no greater sadness (save loss) than being completely devoid of a positive presence when you’re blinded by a bad day (or year, or month, or week, or lifetime). A simple gesture, smiling more and often, will remove so many piled on layers of mundanity.
Slide. Rise. Level out, realize. Take a breath, take a step, subside. Push on, stand by. Make a choice: be shy or stay fly.
Oh, you know where I’m looking
When I smile and I walk right
Within a whisper of your eyes.
Lifting head up, you stare as if I
Were seeing a secret they
Take for granted; you ask me,
With a tilted smile, why not I.