My eyes are red and sore, and the morning light has come. The nights have been long, but at last I am done. The wells of sorrow that were inside of me have dried up and the ground can hold no more. I must now find the broken pieces of my heart and put them in a box. I still feel a small bit of regret, but the longing will pass with time. I must now close a door behind me and stare into the on coming day. I do not want to face the new reality of the life that I must now live, but I cannot grow anything on salted ground. So now that I can no longer grieve, I will simply feel nothing for a while. It will be better than dwelling in sorrow and the mire of misery. I hope your journey takes you to where ever happiness is, as for myself I will simply exist day by day. Perhaps I will find a new passion to fill the void that you left in me, but for now the last tear has fallen and I can cry for you no more.

We are the Corporation
of this disunited nation.
we brook no interference
and from you we need no
clearance,
for what we do
we do for you.
If you work a lot and
do not complain
we promise you
You'll feel no pain.
and we'll get on
so very well.

Regards
The Management

c/o Hell.

It's like there's a couple of words running around in your head and you're not sure if it's a song that you heard or maybe something you've read and then the words in your head become flames on your tongue
and you don't care anymore because they're your words and more and the more the flame the more the words came until you dried like the desert you are.

Apostrophes bother me.

Apostle come bother me

opposites attract.

even when dry
when you feel you could die
the water is words yet to come,
some swim in it
some drown in it
I knit a gown and go out in it.

What is peculiar?
if not then to fool you
to make you superior?
inferior?
a reject?
when you're asking them, why me?
and I detect irony

we'll all rust away one day,
plastic pins and hips and things
will be all that remain.

I like the words that stain the walls
that rip through mansion halls to
crack the stucco on the ceilings,

'be careful', someone calls,
but heaven falls on Angels and
their wings
someone else now sings the words that
once ran wildly through my mind
and
I don't mind at all.

Seems more and more to me these days
Makes no difference what people say
They're more like boxes built to squawk
Just wanting to hear themselves talk

They talk out loud, things randomly
With little care who's listening
They go to town while in a crowd
Doesn't matter much who is around

With little care they're unaware
Of what others have to say out there
Thinking nothing else if not about themselves
With all the whistles, all the bells

A battle of the tongue that's often fought
As people love to hear themselves talk
Seems more and more to me these days
Makes no difference what people say

Lying at my feet the outstretched remains of where I was,
silhouettes fragmented beyond their holding.
Naïve in the realization that this could have been
retained any longer than this.

I kept it within this vase, never watering it hoping
it would wither, but somethings don't die.
Petals would dwindle and stagnate where they
had collected in the shallow corners of dejection.

Jagged portraits painted on the ground were fading
to nothingness. As I walked away that vase of
depleted meanings, of fading desolation now were
singular from me.
                     I was never holding it again, I'm now free.

A flower's beauty
Lives not within earthly realms
Only within dreams

Also love, as things unseen
Lives forever, floating me

©  2017 Jim Davis

It is almost summer
and the hot night
seems so quiet
as the wind on the water
lifts the sails on that ship
sailing west like smoke
from the fire I lit
to burn the driftwood
of my dreams and desires
until morning comes like
that sad-eyed Moriah
I've admired from afar.

Thanks all to those that liked and commented on
my poem of the day surprised but chuffed :)

Thanks all for reading my ink this as well as others.
it means a lot that even though I have little time to
write as well as read some do read my ink ;)