It's not that I'm cold
That I'm heartless
Or ignorant.

For one thing,
My passion for life
Burns bright enough to warm
My whole being,
My mind and soul.

For another,
I am heartless
Because a certain someone
Ran off with it
Yet I still care
For certain things

And lastly,
I'm not ignorant
At least, not fully.

I just selectively ignore
Those who are not worth more
Than a warning

So here's one:
Back off

Determined to make a change
There is nothing you can say
To shake me
Or break me
As a warrior
I know no defeat

So listen to my war cry
Run and hide or stand and die

When I first met you
I thought you were fantastic
I found you so interesting
When your wife took your son and left you
my heart broke for you
I thought "How could someone do that to another person?
just get up and leave without thinking of the damage they left behind?"
I watched you get your heart broken by my best friend
and each time she broke up with you I got angry
I thought "What an idiot she is to let go of someone so special."
You are like a book that everyone judges by it's cover
Inside you are chapters full of stories so beautiful
I could read them over and over again
It makes me so mad when people take you and just glimpse at you
only to toss you to the side without getting a chance to know you
If only they could see how wonderful you are
If only they took the time to read you
they would say "Gosh, he is amazing!"
For five years I have read you
hoping one day I can become a part of your story
I wouldn't change anything about you because you're perfect
I know I am just a friend to you
If a friend is what you want then I am okay with that
as long as I get to read your story over and over
because I promise I mean it when I say you are fantastic
and I live to make sure people take time to hear your story

I see the world
So differently
I tried to paint a Picasso
And it ended up looking like a Rembrandt

The more distorted I try to paint reality

For Helene.


Ashes on the water, now.
Love's bones like dust downstream.  
At least it got to see itself in our eyes,
Feel itself between hand holding hand

And whispered caresses.
From pillow talk to fists raised at
Concerts, glasses of Portuguese wine
On her balcony to the sound of magpies

We named our neighbours.
We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Ended gracefully.

I open hands that held hers and see
Nothing but skin worn by labour,
And air.
Ashes on the water, now.

Embers without a chance against rivers  
Cold with melted mountain snow and
Unyielding differences.
Some loves drown with lungs too full

To cry; others float like a funeral-pyre-
Longboat into the night, ablaze.
King and queen, hand upon hand.
Crowns tied from fresh flowers,

We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Slid apart the way a glacier parts from
The hills; slowly, but with the force

Of its thousands of tons.
Ashes on the water,
Where the ghost of our union rests
Underneath the surface of our memories.

I will remember you.
Until the stars burn out, raining the
Dust of themselves like snow upon
These waters that always are moving.

up n down
like the proverbial ****** drawers
servin hors doeuvres
to rich *****
bein rinsed by cheap escorts
hands raw
work eight days a week
to be paid for four
make much more
on her back were she as debauched
with the petite bourgeoisie
tucking in to her
as the main course

Thank you for helping me with your wisdom
To rescue me from this monstrous cataclysm
Your kind words rescued me from an abyss
And nothing you say is ever amiss.
I don't know what I could do to repay you
For dabbing red in the patches of blue.
Thank you Ana, for your kind words,
I want to let you know they are heard
And that I really appreciate you.

I don’t think love is about changing or saving a person, I think it’s about finding someone who’s already the right fit.

                 -Arrow (John Diggle)

there are the times
when clouds obscure our view
of blue ethereal skies
and our world grows dark and desolate

days are monotonous and gray
nothing can put a smile into our face
we see the whole confounded human race
doomed to pernicion and without God’s grace

this is the time when it is useful to remember
that it is YOU who calls the shots
YOU who decides what road to follow
YOU who determines where to go
rest, linger, or proceed

so you can truly say
these are the actions of yourself
for which you need

nobody else