Silent Mend

Two silent voices cannot seem to mend
The constant pulling of these broken strings
Stretching and thinning to help us defend
The reasons we adhere to home grown wings
A warmer season existed before
But now it's given us a burning wound
Just take our hope and bleed it to the core
Slight pressure will relieve the danger soon
New maps of time and distance take my place
I'm thirsting for my future nights of rain
When all we've lost will somehow be replaced
And prove to me this love is not in vain
Silent poetry cannot seem to mend
I won't be back until September ends

When I Am Gone

My biggest fear is
your life will eventually
settle down completely.
Your home will finally
be comfortable and warm.
Your goals will be
successfully accomplished
You will have time
and energy for us...

When I am gone.

Breakfast

First word becomes clear
Yogurt strands of growing hair
One year passing soon

Mint Chaos

Glass shattering thoughts
Mimic soft sounds of new rain
Taste like mint chaos

Between

Remind me that it's all part of the game
You have to play because you need to live.
But more and more I'm feeling so ashamed,
Because I'm needing love that you can't give.
I watch from sidelines you will never feel
Removing parts and people I can't bear;
To watch them is to reinvent surreal
And reinstate how I'm not welcome there.
I'll sit beside the lake and watch the moon
Fade into the darkest midnight haze,
And reminisce about the summer bloom,
Who wilted in the past year's cold malaise.
We're missing in the breaks between the lines:
All the flower needed -- was love and time.

Defining the Divine

Explain to me again this holy birth
Of son to man and then again to death.
By God's own plan he lived to teach our worth?
Through sacrificing his only child's breath?
Through waters clear we reaffirm our faith,
Forgiving all that we have never done.
Until we grow and make our first mistake,
The lies are washed by red, engraved in stone.
Betrayal of the self is never shunned,
When some divine evangelist can cure
The bleeding from his hands when he was hung;
To make our certain disbelief so sure.
Like ventriloquist passions in the play,
We bow our heads and wait for them to pray.

Swinging

This fraying rope will break before I reach
The other side of you where no one dares
To open up your mind and cause a breech
Of safety and reprieve that you won't share
Experience has made your heart believe
The other side of you does not exist
Instead, you make my innocence retreat
And justify my love with angry fists
The water rises deeper as I swing
Further from your spiritless stagnant stare
And now I only hope my death will bring
Contrivance that I lived my life aware
The fraying rope, though wound with concrete bind
Abstracts your heart until you lose your mind