She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind

I stare as they carry her out
She had been fighting, suffering
for so long
it was only a matter of time

I can only mourn for so long
as I continue on with my ever losing job
I turn to walk as the cat crawls out of her room

The next day, the old man
who used to call me by his daughter's name
passes after his favorite time of day,
4 o'clock
when the sun just begins to grow tired
and the wind picks up
with night's righteous fall

I pray a short prayer for the man who thought I was his
I turn to continue on with my ever losing job
as the cat rubs against my leg

The next day there is a visitor
room 303
there is yelling and harsh words
thrown back and fourth
and when the visitor leaves
there is silence
complete silence

I plead to the Lord that the visit will heal from this loss
if it were a loss.
I turn to carry on with my ever losing job
as the cat jumps in my way
and hisses

The next day is peaceful
there is no commotion
and no emergency calls

It is closing time for my ever losing job
I turn to leave my office
and the cat sits in my threshold
unblinking,
staring at me

So much water, so much iron
Alas, no gold, but copper by the ion
Glows in my skin late summer days
And tastes of blood and flint and maize

******* salt, my spit, my hair
Breathe my tender air, my mollis aer
Anoint me with a cloak of sweat
And with my sword I will beget

The earthy side of me, you see
Nickel, zinc, ah, yet no mercury
Take my dirt, my earth, my stones
Build a castle with my bones.

r ~ 21Mar14

I went through
Eighteen years of
Living hell.

My entire life actually.

I lost the ability to have children.
Therefore I never married.

My teens were EXCRUCIATING.

My father had cancer.

I'm disabled with arthritis
And can't walk without terrible pain.

I live with and care for
My very elderly mom and dad.

But I am not saying all this
To elicit sympathy.

I just want you to know.

I asked God... WHY ME?

He said... WHY NOT YOU.

We all have our burdens.
We all have a cross to bear.
I just want you to know that

I'M HAPPY.


"GOD, GRANT ME THE SERENITY
TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I
CANNOT CHANGE.

THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE
THINGS I CAN.

AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW
THE D I F F E R A N C E."

The greatest legacy
You'll get from parents

Are their genes.

10W
Soul Survivor

It's time you wrote some poetry
It doesn't have to rhyme
Just write pretty words and stuff you see
When you have the time

Read beautiful things that make no sense
Travel far away
Reading shouldn't make you tense
Or make your brain decay

Find the words that make you smile
And warm you up inside
Sit and write a little while
Let your dreams be occupied.