A snowy morning--
by myself,
    chewing on dried salmon.

Beginning in anything

Is as hard as
Ending a love

You know
Must end.

Starting out is

Quitting

The passion

Of your
Life,

But when the cards
Fell,

You knew to
Walk away;

For your own sake.

Survival has
No face

Survival only knows
One rule;

Survive.

The trait is
Ingrained in us

Planted
Within us

To not accept it
Is to not be
Human

Crest sun lit waves
Crashing down hard
They have rules but
Look like they misbehave

We are the
Same way

But wish not
To accept it

Complexities corn hole
Has more restrictions

Then any of us care
To know about it

Yet we ***** and
We moan and we
Protest and we
Toss the ****
Right back

As if we were trying
To slam dunk the stuff

There really
Was never that
Much freedom given

We are only presented
With the time we are granted

That's about

It.

how did shadow walk into this light filled home?
did i forget to bolt the door? or leave a window ajar?
did he steal down my chimney while i slumbered in my bed?
while dreaming words of love and joy?

he sits at my table now, demanding another cup of grief from me.
how can i tell him he's emptied my cupboards? and what
will he do when i ask him to leave without quenching his thirst?

and why, oh why, do i want to offer him anything, anything at all,
if he would only stay?

A creature came and she took your name
and strewn it out across the lane
and said- "how does it feel to breath again?"

And her question caught you so off guard
that you felt the last acrylic shard
release- from your chest.

Then she took your hand and she led you down
to the simple place of earth and sound
and told you- this is what you’ve missed.

And how in shock you felt  as you gazed around
at this lovely place of earth and sound
and feel- so mean inside.

So mean you thought that you had been
for leaving all your childhood grins
to wander- all of the grandeur unnoticed.

Then you felt the warmth on your skin
of the giant sun and angel-kin
of the light ones- those holy ghosts you’ve known.

And the creature- she smiles up at you,
and she knows- that you know what to do;
Just love- and cherish- everything.

Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.

Lightly, lightly -- - ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed
When the heart is heaviest.

"I'd become what I've always hated, when I was with you then."

You can’t pretend to care
You can only try
To suppress
How much caring
There really is
Inside..

The kids don’t cry anymore.

walks on tiptoes; an arachnid of sorts
with ballet legs and great white jaws sinks its
teeth beside the collar of your jacket,
unfastening the buttons to expose
a healthy beat beat beat but the shame creeps
in, carressing a bare torso, looking;
searching for the fat in which to feast.