Your picture is still in the same place
There on the stand beside my bed
There are so many memories of you
That will forever be fresh in my head
Tonight I can't sleep and as I lay here
I find myself staring at your picture
That familiar pain is building strength
There's been plenty of suffering to endure
But I don't mind the pain it causes
I believe that it's beneficial for me
It plays the roll of some reminder
So I never forget what we used to be
All the love I gladly gave to you
Was without a doubt the best I had
I don't understand how our love
Didn't last and turned out so bad
After all these years I still love you
Through the pain of my heart break
My love for you has never wavered
It's pure and true nothing at all fake
the cat and me
hold a staring contest--she
purrs and falls asleep
honey loaf? honey thistle? honey suckle?
I stare at the renegade tree
She has exploded with tiny bright orbs
smaller than marbles, deadly, poisonous berries
this tree will be here many mountainous lifetimes after I am gone.
Stopping on the clifftop
staring out to sea
waiting for the clipper ship
will bring him home to me
looking on in longing
as the sun burns my eyes
listening to the breakers below
and above the seagull cries
waiting is the hardest part
my heart is empty when he's gone
and all the while knowing
it's here where we belong
I'm here he's there
but it doesn't have to be
sometimes something comes between
is often how it goes but out of sight out of mind
for me is really seldom seen
standing on the headland
gazing out to sea
searching for the sailing ship
will bring him back to me
and here or there
in the darkest night
the lighthouse shining bright
shows the safest way
but who's to know which way to go
in the blinding light of day
creepy staring doll
the hair raises on my neck
she terrifies me
some t-shirts make me laugh
walking advertisements
athletic team slogans
school events
family reunions
concert paraphernalia
quotes from Poe
some t-shirts have cartoons
others are parodies of Van Gogh
the softest ones are usually from New Zealand
Before his virgin eyes, she was made whole.
There, secret makes transparency the goal-
For pain to learn of gain's worth,
With regards to value's birth
In respect to caring such daring soul.
Showdown at the OK Corral
It won't be the old traditional gunfight
It's gonna be a staredown
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Watching the sunrise,
In the early morning sky,
Stunning red and yellow sun glowing,
Appearing over the mountains so high.
The mist has cleared,
So slowly, fading away,
As a new day is about to begin,
Hope life brings you happiness and joy,
A feeling of peace within.
Wishing you all a wonderful day!
Ruffling the feathers
Of your expectations.
Rilke to the left.
The portrait of Alf
The back of my left ear.
What unconscionable theives,
These Time Czars,
Where we live with the scars,
As joy bounces on the crevices.
I see you in the dark in some cave.
Let me be your bombastic populist.
The Strong Arm of the Soul.
Play in the light of least resistance.
My garden grows in the garden of your heart.
My every breathe is your eternal existence.
Bite the doughnut.
Press for hugs.
Sometimes I don't think at all
Nights like this having staring contests with the ceiling
I concentrate on the little sparkly bits in the vast field of white
The nothingness
the lid to my Universe
Sometimes I want to rip it away
Leave myself exposed
For the elements to come pick the flesh off my bones
finish tearing me apart so that I don't have to
Not think at all
Put the lid back on when you're done
Up here Inside there at the Center
My Voices quickly Come slap again
They Point it out and Run it down harsh
It Smarts
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Over another Off to the Left
My Voices funny Voices clever Chatting
They Smile at me and Nod yeah yeah
It's Good
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Backwards Sideways Rolling along
My Voices Remember Odd defiant now
They Mix it up and Flesh it out nice
It Kicks
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Front toward Right under All the way
My Voices harden Voices strong Pushing
They Grab on and Hold tight Straight up
It’s Solid
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
I had never seen one of these orange poison faerie frogs until now.
She was a beauty for sure, her spots were symmetrical, she was a wow.
I could not stop staring. After a bit she asked me to please stop.
I screamed as she made a move toward me with one giant hop.
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to join you in the black cavern under the sea.
Spirals downward ending in a platform
The end of the descent, the end of it all
A way to silence the eternal storm
Going out with one loud bang
A hush goes through the passageway
Not often one wanders through here
All alone as I ponder the many days
And which ones make it worth staying
Would I sleep restfully if I took the jump?
Or start everything all over again, and again
Looking over the edge, in my stomach a lump
Teetering over the rail, and back onto the floor
Maybe there will come a time
In the near, or distant future
Where I will make my final rhyme
As I stare down stairs for the last time
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