The Mind, they say, can live forever in eternity
Constantly it sends its copy down to someone
Does it mean that person can be another me
Or it can be you again, or it can’t be no one
But a newborn, who won’t know of the repetition
What we were, and what we are through the memory
What the mind can offer, isn’t just transmission
But some tools to recognize the special possibility
Loving souls are used to care of the specialties
Little specialties, they make the essential you
Unmistakeably we’ll see each of us in these
Specialties we used to share, when our lives seemed new.
Categories:
unmistakeably, dedication, love,
Form: Rhyme
Adding and subtracting time from the labor of days
Over and over the pouring of sweat on numbers
While on the refrigerator door the paper mound raise
Of bills unpaid, and the polite voice that customers
Know unmistakeably as the cut off point of water
And of light: this is the season when men despair
At the pounding cold concrete pavement with fear
Of callous mornings cold as a heart. So long after
The promises and no Jordan yet, the hands grow
Soft from inacitivity, in the void of the eyes we know
We cannot look each other straight, we cannot speak
But somehow hope makes each day begins the week.
What shall I tell you for all your faith in tomorrow
O yes the sun shall be there, but shall dead leaves
And dry grass, and new things to make us sorrow
More. Each heart now its own lying web so weaves
Since drowning do not think how safe what they hold
They die threshing still, and shall I call that bold?
Categories:
unmistakeably, depression, political,
Form: Rhyme
I took your presence everywhere that I went.
So much devotion and time that was spent.
Fixing the wreckage i unmistakeably caused.
So much was broken, it was all flawed.
As I tried harder the pieces still fell apart.
What am I to do without half of my heart?
Time did uncover the wreckage was not of repair.
But how to move on when so much i still care?
How to progress and move on so strong when you were a piece of me for so very long.
I understand our love is too damaged to grow or be sustained but how do I get passed every
memory that's now pained?
It helps to know there was a purpose in our lingering love affair.
Our beautiful children entered the world with their special gifts to share
Categories:
unmistakeably, family, inspirationallove,
Form: Rhyme