Posts published in “Poems”

Ha! I’m having one
Hell of a day, begging
For it to end, but I know
It won’t anytime soon.

When we fall apart,
How often we sit and stare
To forget where we are
And who we’ve become–
–BUT, Ha! I have to remember
Who we want to be, and just
Slip over your feet, bury
In your body– We will be
Great one day, they’ll see,
For you, for us, for our family!

How long
Do we
Have to
Be who
We set
Out to
Be?
A
Day, or
Two, may-
be
a
Year to
See who
We knew
We would
Be when
Try-ing
So hard.

I wandered about,
A bit confused, hold-
Ing onto what weighed
Me much, and you look-
Ed at me in disgust, won-
Dering why my mind wou-
Ld keep seeing poison as s-
Ustenance.

I once forgot myself at the counter of
A convenience store, remembering
Only when I was halfway outside the
Door leading in where IthoughtI was.

Every once in my mind, I fall to knees
To learn of me; a hidden segment of
The populace, holding/gone from my
Own thoughts, a brittle belief in who
I thought I was, broken by memories
Come fading in, lost before, but my
Remembering does a damn fine job
When I don’t want it to. Typical.

I crawled my eyes along a pavement
Of fallen rocks and lines left behind,
With barely a thought given they who
Straightened such bare landscape, set
A structure not easily seen until
begun to be finished in an entirety.

While walking, I saw her standing
By the rear of our car, waiting for
Me to catch up to reality; a common
Habit for her, she who has faith…
And in me.

Okay, so, I see a brother
Coming to conclusions of
How his woman feels ‘n’
He hides behind eyes for
Fear she’s found some(thing)
Better, like, say, loneliness.

And, as he slowly drowns
The mind, his body knows
The shakes and shivers mean
His body needs control; the
Knowing is hardest when
Not known, you know? When
He holds onto what was as
Though it always will be,
He foregoes growing old for
Happiness now, the way only
Teens and dreamers seem to do.
…and his body tells him now’s
A good time for a drink or few.

a pretty long time ago,
i told you i’d sold myself
on the notion of marriage;
how funny, how funny,
to think of the nights
in that blue store
sided gold/and Polly
telling us it’s okay to
talk a bit between shifts,
so long as the patrons
don’t seem to mind;
forgot the days you spent
driving to me for an hour
and all the times i came home
to warm supper, given with Love,
given with Love.

you always and often told me
that He knows where we need to be,
no matter the day, no matter
the ex-periences of past lives;
i always and often believed you,
holding on to those ideals we
always laughed at before we saw
how hard a life worth living takes
to realize.

When I look back and see nothing,
I look ahead and see in Your face
Reflections of all You’ve gifted me;
Thank You, Lord!