Another Little Love Story

Guten Morgen, Freunde! Every day is an opportunity for another little love story. Fall in love even more with the person you love, fall in love with the trees and the dirt, fall in love with air you breathe and the little tiny dogs you see walking in the street. Life is often hard, but I’ve said before: You don’t need to harden yourself to match it. Find peace in acceptance of yourself and all things. Find love in your heart where you thought it had left. Be softer and kinder to yourself and those around you. Never give up. The World won’t. Why should you?


It’s A Helluva Lot

Spending months away at sea

Leaving just the baby and she

Thinking to myself about the way they miss me

Hoping happy she will be

Coming home to see her eyes

Reflecting deep blue skies

And her love I need not prise

For with her I won’t capsize

Stepping from the boat and holding her

Hearing the machines choke and whir

And i can say with confidence she’s better than pictures

Sitting at the foot of the bed

Knowing that someday we’ll be wed

Thinking of the life we have ahead

I’ll one day leave this ship and be with her instead

I’ll give up being a sailor and be the one she counts on

I’ll wake up every morning to her smile with the dawn

Knowing when the time comes that i won’t again be gone

A Home For The Days (And Nights Too)

Good morning! Running off of three hours of sleep and a single cup of black coffee really makes you think. About everything. My mind is always moving a million miles a minute. I’ve spent a long time wondering. No doubt I’ll do it some more. There always seems to be more time. Life is so often so slow. Helps to appreciate the little things. Always keeping track of all the little things I love. It is a hard world. Be softer. Be kinder. Bring balance to a world with an edge so sharp it often cuts. One of these days I’ll look back and realize that all of this made sense. Only just with context. And now, a drumroll…


There and Back Again

Feeling not so good again

Queasy

It’s never so easy

I want to go home

But there is no home

Not for now

But again, i think

I’d like to open the door

To walk in

“Honey, I’m home,” I’d whisper

To see the couch and coffee table

I’d like to go to the kitchen

To cook for me and mine

See a smile I haven’t seen in so much time

To sit upon my castle walls and stare out at the sunset

I only call the window out of my office the crenellations

Because it makes her laugh

My chest to rest your tired head

I know how hard the days can tread

To walk amongst the bathroom tile

See the towels rank and file

We can both be sticklers sometimes…

How she chuckles at my choice of words.

Finally through the bedroom

A bed to rest my tired head

We’ll be happy

When all is done and said

What Time Is It?

2:30 at the time of writing. “What time is it?” I ask again. Do you know what time it is? Look at the clock and trace the ticking arms with your eyes. Find the hour, find the minute. To the second even? Too late. Out of time. You still don’t know what time it is. How could you ever?


Cracks in the Clock

Every second is excruciating

Every minute acutely agonizing

Hours pass as years

And Days in decades

I have been sitting here for 90 minutes

I have been sitting here for 90 minutes

I can hardly believe

Everything changes in a Day

Everything changes in a minute

How’s it all so fast

When everything’s so slow?

Everything about me

juxtaposed

Incongruous

Broken and Fractured

Waiting to be raptured

Fighting with myself

At peace with myself

Loving myself and hating myself

A genius and a moron

A hero and a monster

A good man and a bad man

All at once

Driving me insane

The depths of my mind

Where to begin

Watching the dryer set to spin

Pins and needles swarm from the metronome

Tick and Tock

Stick and Shock

Kisses don’t…

It doesn’t matter

Cottage Core

Good morning. I am feeling better today. Slow-going, this healing. I hope all of you are having a wonderful day despite the many tribulations we face apart and together. You and me and we are strong. We’ll get through this. Just keep thinking about the peace you hope to achieve.

Ataraxia

Gently swinging from a tree

Arboreal Species

Holding onto vines

Never making wines

How I wish I were a monkey

Just a tiny little man

Cracking nuts with rocks and stones

Not understanding what’s coursing through my bones

I grasp and grab onto a branch

Happy with my mate

And my little babies too

This is a perfect world

Better than the zoo

Dreams and Nightmares

Good morning, friends. I am cautiously feeling better today. I slept well enough. No dreams, no nightmares. Gifts for my birthday though. I’m enjoying them so far. Time with family makes me not feel so lost. One day I hope to have the family of my own I’ve been dreaming of. Seems a long way away. For now it’s just my dreams and nightmares.


Abyssal Screams

Voices, voices in the deep

Voices, voices, see them steep

Drink your tea

Hear them speak

How the whispers louden

Almost to a screech

I hear them screaming

Always screaming

Scared, scared, scared

Alone

What’s a man to do?

Record your message at the tone…

Never there

Never there

Never ever ever there

Oh how the voices wear

Mind a fortress

Under siege

How long before?

The walls come crashing down