God,
I don’t always understand Your plan,
and sometimes I question where You are
when everything feels like it’s falling apart.
But You have seen every tear I’ve cried,
heard every prayer I couldn’t finish,
and stayed beside me
even when I couldn’t feel You there.
I’ve asked You, “Why me?”
when maybe I should have asked,
“Why not me, if You’re preparing me
for something greater?”
So tonight, I’ll trust You
with the pieces I can’t put back together.
I’ll trust You with the people I’ve lost,
the pain I still carry,
and the future I’m afraid to face.
God,
if I forget that You are near,
remind me.
If I lose hope,
hold me.
And if I ever feel like
I’m walking through the darkness alone,
let me remember
that even there,
You are walking beside me.
Ripped apart by bliss then put back again,
breath by breath, continuum unbroken,
with soma nectar dripping like light rain,
what may we say of nodes so awoken,
save by vibrance in uttered words spoken?
Time catalogues movement of bliss in space
but who dare rank rapture brought forth by grace?
torn apart and put back again
we metamorphose without strain
a path we walk in solitude
where bliss falls on us like light rain
having been by God’s grace imbued
dwelling mostly in quietude
we view earth life as but a dream
nothing more than an interlude
I sat upon the crescent moon tonight,
a silver swing in the sky,
my feet dangling over the quiet dark
like a kid on a cosmic porch.
Earth floated below~
a bright blue marble
someone forgot to put back
in the toy box.
“Look at you,” I said,
“all dressed up in oceans
and twirling like you own the place.”
The moon just winked,
rocking me gently,
as if to say,
“Don’t tell them~
but you’re my favorite view.”
I'm lost in there
battered between form and function
existing in the guesswork
institutionalised by containment
figured out on the block
measured by what takes up space
every layer perfectly in place
to provide freedom to conform
I merge and merge again
despite being part of no plan
unstoppable in my inexplicable existence
tip out my untapped potential
lay me on the table
busy yourself with dissection
broken up into components
I can do no more
cannot be put back together
an empty head
with no view of itself
an offered up cadaver
any day of the week
Sometimes when we are apart
It pulls deeply at the heart
No longer holding you and feeling your magic touch
Goes to show I miss you oh so much
Thoughts abound within my mind
Of how you are so sweet and kind
A thousand miles we may be apart
But our love has been etched from the very start
I feel you near, I hear your voice
Always thinking of you, that’s my choice it seems
Because my heart is yours forever, just like in my dreams
It’s lonely when you are so far away
But I wait, sit and pray
That time will pass swiftly to the day
When we are together for evermore
So when I hear that knock upon the door
And into each other’s arms we fall in deep embrace
With my hand can caress that wondrous face
Feel that kiss that sends me wild with lust
And my heart pounding fit to bust
I know the loneliness has gone at last
The hurt is put back into the past
Now together we will always be
The two of us in perfect harmony
There was a silence then a group gasp
As I bent over the coffin of my dad
He was murdered in Atlanta Georgia
Shot in the head as he left a store
But such details matter no more
I noticed his curly hair and miss his eyes
His humor his smile his stare
I know his complexion should be fair
But for the mortician’s makeup
He was put back together
Like a puzzle with death’s muzzle
Not thinking of that in the moment
I planted a warm kiss on his cold cheek
It would be the last
My highs are so high I feel like it’s finally safe to breathe
But my lows are so low I can’t figure out what I need
As I sit in my car with tears running down my cheeks
I feel kind of silly and out of place
Nothing makes sense to me
What is safe for me?
I’m living with my thoughts packed in tight
And when I start to sort through them, I don’t feel right
It’s so deep
And I wish it would stop
I try to avoid situations I know will make me feel this way
But I pull them in and here they lay
Resting in pieces
A million of them I can’t put back together
And I’m really trying this time
I want to be happy without all this bullcrap holding me
But sometimes highs and lows are all I know
And it’s so hard to let go
Saw your heart
Shattered in a million pieces
By the past
I wanna just try to understand
Saw the pain in ur eyes
And I know
we can’t put back the pieces
A puzzle that’s will always remain incomplete
I am your present
Can’t make the past disappear
I will just try to do everything
To make that smile come back
Even it’s for a little while
Just want to heal you
Being with you
Living the moment
Wishing it will go on forever
stacks and stacks of books
filling up Aunt Edith’s home library
the nephews and nieces laugh at them
They are old-fashioned, antiquated, useless
Some of these missives were read over and over
Cherished like an old friend with each reading
Others never made it past page two
Boring and dull, deemed useless, put back on the shelf
Upon Aunt Edith’s death these books are stacked.
Ready for an enormous bonfire. The relatives sing while they burn.
Edith watched them enjoying her books from her seat in heaven.
Too bad they never looked through them where she hid her money.
The Good was Taken out of the Summer
The good was taken out of the summer,
With her garden patch left abandoned,
Lettuce heads and scallions gone wild,
Her sweet summer plans all spoiled.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With green fly festering her roses,
Overwatered orchids on the sill
As her plastic bread bowl lay still.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With Hunter, her dog left in waiting
For her voice, her footsteps, her care
And the fridge in the kitchen left bare.
The good was taken out of the summer,
Put on pause til her homecoming came,
While in convalescence she lay
In a nursing home, day after day.
The good was put back into summer,
When she returned to where she belonged,
To her garden patch, Hunter and flowers,
To sit,
To be still,
To be ours.
Shattered hearts can't be
Put back together, no glue
Will make it the same
Remnants of Our Lives
Pieces of our lives captured
in small snapshots.
A single moment in time, frozen
for the world to see.
Fragments of a once whole life
now shattered.
Jagged parts of a puzzle which
can’t be put back together.
Are our lives mere blips in time strung
together like a necklace?
If this is so, the whole concept of completeness
goes out the window.
Life becomes a random set of convergences
with no meaning or direction.
There is no one single beginning
or ending.
standing on altar
they said “greatest lovers united”
bejeweled in ‘shiny stones’
later to be thrown back
at me in courtroom
my obscured vision of love
i’m stripped off your ‘lover’ title
how did we get here? My love
from singing together at our wedding
to you playing at my funeral
trying to put back the bricks
that you once threw at me?
realization struck you
when I’m gone
your efforts will go waste
but dear you succeeded in saving your face
your tears of regret won’t dry any sooner
my love wasn’t an illusion
you will share my tears
but I wish you well
and someone who will share those tears
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
From “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire
Can We Avoid It?
The genie is out of the bottle.
It cannot be put back.
The Doomsday Clock is closer to midnight.
Iran is closer to the bomb.
“Death to America and Israel”
Israel can retaliate in kind.
India and Pakistan
Can annihilate each other
With mushroom clouds of death.
The incompetent Russian military
Continues to stumble and fall
Putin now rattles his nuclear sword.
Once the button is pushed
There is no running away
No one will be left to save
Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!
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