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Grave Robbing

Where has my smile run off to?

Oh, I don't pretend that it's gone entirely,
that it doesn't make any appearances.
But that's not the dilemma.

It doesn't stay for long,
doesn't have a home here anymore -
and that's what I mean to decry.

When you say that you've broken down
on the side of the road,
it's supposed to mean your car.

Not

Calendrical Casino

Ten.

Ten years, I've been scared,
fearing the phone's ring.

Twenty.

Twenty years, I was,
learning how goodbye really felt.

Thirty.

Thirty years, I reached,
forty-four days ago.

Forty.

Forty, my brother was,
for fifty-seven days.

That's all he got...
and that feels like all for me.

I'm terrified, I'll admit.
Every knock on the door,
every surprise text or call,
every "hey" I wasn't expecting.

Each corner hides a death,
each day a

Of Mice and Men

I am a mouse, catatonic with fear;
just trying to stay still and silent,
to survive.

Batted about by an indifferent cat;
for him a lazy afternoon,
for me an aching lifetime.

It has no idea of the torture it inflicts;
no inkling of the consequences,
of its area-of-effect play.
(But he has a plan.)

It doesn't see the damage;
the rents and tears in my

Prologue 10 Assorted and misc pangs and bangs

      The atmosphere was alive and palpable,
 surreal really
as the aegean blue of electrons after a 
summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor.

       The little company looked one to another, 
spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the

Life Vs Wade

We can't have a child.
It's not a matter of want,
of belief,
of opinion.
We cannot.

Every doctor says, my wife will die.
The child might live, or might not,
but the love of my life will not,
not a guess, not a chance.
Just a death.

You can give your life, for another's.
Your death can stop one more,
if you're a cop, a soldier,
a

Adamant

Bacon and sausage.
Dogs and music.
Whiskey and a wife's smile.

Sometimes, surely,
it is just that simple.

Lately it has not been.
Not in life, not in fiction,
not in poetry.

One year, maybe three poems.
All about grief.
One imagined, yet real -
a son's song for a father's tale.
Two, too true and too close -
a brother to the scion, a brother to the

Hush, Crooned the Night

Here I sit on this night so still,
not a rustle in the leaves
nor a stirring in the grass.

No whispers intrude; naught but mine.

Ill news after days spent ill,
unwelcome foreword to grief
inexorable more like than not.

No answers come; naught but malign.

A thirst I can never quell,
a gulp seeming to smash the silence
whilst whiskey spars with the

Rythm of Love

When I look into your eyes,  

a river flows through me  


The connection I feel with you, 

In English or in Spanish,  

there are no words to describe  


Even though we're both far away, 

you make every day a better day 

  
Your voice,   

resonates in my mind

Outbreak

We stand on ice that feels much too thin,
six feet suddenly feeling like miles.
Our footing is loose on this shaky ground,
and the cracks can be heard all around.

I see the fearmongering, the conspiracies,
the boredom and the sadness of separation,
the blame and the vitriolic remarks -
yet amidst it all, I also see sparks.

They reside in the

Misc 72

Misc. 72

My Thoughts On Change

All that man can do to slow change
Is a mere inconvenience to God?
Though we may dig our heels in and resist it,
Change began with life itself.

Some change evolves from God,
While the remainder is man induced.
 
Within this, I see two types of change,
Meaningful change (should be embraced)
And change just for the

Misc 74

Misc. 74

Funny Thing
Thoughtfulness’ are remembered
long after the most lavish gifts have made their way to the landfill.
Tom

Second Nature
Being thankful
should be a thought-less job.
Tom

So Great A Faith
The trying of our faith is never greater
than the moment we accept Jesus Christ as our personal savior.
Tom 

K.E.W.
Knowledge prepares us by giving us insight,
Experience can only be obtained through

In Bright Sun

A long hot ribbon of black asphalt
as the hot sun beats down upon it
it goes straight as a ruler across the land
with shimmering mirages upon it seen

a glittering form of clean lines
appears coming from far away
without a sound that can be heard
quickly it moves towards me here

a quiet murmur deep dark sound
growing quickly rumbling now
as

Hurt and Hope

The stars call upon my eyes
and in them I find choice.

They bid me gaze,
they bid me hearken,
and in their diary of days
I espy pages a mind to darken.

A friend taken from afar,
another lost from next door,
each one their own scar
on flesh keeping sorrow's score.

They bid me glance,
they bid me stare,
and in their distant dance
I glimpse

Lazy Day

To some people it's just a day
A regular, ordinary day like any other
But to the many out there with a day off
No matter what day or time it was
They proclaim a day to do nothing.

Sitting on the bed
Reading a fine book
Especially when you got
A whole pile of manga
To read throughout the day.

A library of games
To

Our Souls At Night

Tonight you step outside.

Out where the fireflies alight
on unseen eddies of air;
out to where the stars lend their light
and a breeze caresses your hair.

You sit on the step and you wonder
how a time so dark ever seems so bright;
you drift in reverie and you ponder
just where our souls go at night.

Not while your dreams take

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