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I drink wine from the box not the bottle.
     My empties are very functional. I make
     chairs to sit in alone for happy hour.
     Beds to sleep alone in case I can't atone.
     Dog house to be alone in when you're angry.
     Walls between us too tall to ever surmount.
     Even my own coffin hot as hell herself.
     I could never build a bridge back home.
some stay
some go
and
some no longer want to know,

everything hurts when everything hurts.

It's Sunday,
shall we pray or
shall we go outside and play,
and by we I mean of course me
because no one wants to stay,
well
can't cry over split peas
spilt milk or cold teas so
I'll get on by getting along
by myself.

It's Sunday and at the risk of
repeating myself,
some stay
that
is what makes every day
bearable,

which is like terrible but
nicer.
Wipe your tears
I wasn't meant to be here forever.

Did I say I love you
or was it unuttered
too feeble to be heard!

Maybe you knew it in the small moments
our eyes met
you could read my emotions
in the chance glance
I cast into that ocean
and you caught its fleeting shadow.

Do your tears betray that love
of two souls on a voyage
in turbulence and calmness
in light and in darkness
building nests on the way
where you showed the child the sky
to fly away one day.

You too  never made
I love you audible
but I heard them in your lips' quiver
like a prayer.
simple delights: warm air carrying buzzing bees,
pollinating big trees, bringing me to my knees,
alive and grateful; yes, please!
Trudging through my mountain home
Through the misting rain and gloam,
I spied a corner of my wood
Which shone, as only corners should,
Azealias blazing frothy red
And mossy boughs above my head,
A glade of green in light and shade
Attuned... as only dreams are made.
Exultant, in my happy way,
I laughed aloud... and blessed the day.

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Mid Winter 2024
I left behind a home
Though one in only name
I know not what I search for
But couldn’t stand it be the same
To be bound was to be free
In the confines of a cell
Yet to be free is to be bound
By no good that I can tell

In taking to the seas
I hoped for some great change
But found that all things blended
And only varied in their range
I had not found myself
Among the waves or great white coast
I thought a path had opened
But it vanished as a ghost
No one or thing could remedy
The hurt I fostered close
No one or thing could change it
But the one was wounded most

So here across the Farrow Sea
I pull a dagger from my heart
Here on distant shores I sit
A world and man apart
#heart #hurt #healing #journey #ocean #sea #adventure #man
 Aug 2024 The X-Rhymes
Orchid
Sailed
 Aug 2024 The X-Rhymes
Orchid
If this is how I lose you
Do it quickly, please
I cannot bear the soft silence
Let me ache in peace

If this is how I lose you
Be cruel and unkind
For any pity that you show
Adds years to my demise

If this is how I lose you
I must say goodbye
To you and to the part of me
That loved for the first time

If this is how I lose you
My anger will come
As soon as the fire of grief
Has frozen me numb.
If we stayed young
and didn’t age
would marriage last
to turn the page

Would love endure
and pledges stay
with time becalmed
— and youth sustained

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
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