he had knowing dreams of where he was going
all along upward he was swiftly growing
the always certain hand of fate was ever sowing
fields of poppies concealing secrets of the knowing

soon he forgot to remember that which he once knew
softly trading certainty for a comforting clue
now he is on his back staring at the blue
with eyes forever closed to that which is true

O’ how will his muddled gaze ever be wrested
from the flickering box on which it’s nested
given comfort as he is artificially breastfed
hate those people and love these things is where he is led

so the cycle continues to turn
until we coach the match how to burn
birthing a new world from the communal urn
ashes to ashes and with so much to learn

quietly he drops a stitch and skips a beat
out of line, missing steps of society's feet
absent fear of plans left incomplete
he renders acceptance obsolete

he stands alone

a broken child hides
in the dark corners
of a very large man

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your untouched sheets are crisp and clean like a razor

your vacant pillow floats on the bed before me like an empty lifeboat

the absence of your breath is deafening

you left me Nothing and now it is all i have

i will cling to it
i will nurture it
i will feed it with what is left of me
until it grows strong enough to consume me

then i will be free of the Nothing you left to me

she said she
wanted
to share it
with you,
but now
you are on the
                                               outside
looking in.

You cannot share what is just for her.  You
try to
be happy
for she is
                 your world and your soul
you are war(med)
when the sun shines from within her.
“I won’t so
                       if you say no”,
but you can see
that she
speaks the words
from
                                                                ­                                    there.  
She is calling back
over her shoulder
hoping
you are still wear a                                                          
     ­                s(mile).
no matter,
she is
already too far away
to see.  You
try to
be happy
for her
be        cause
she is
free
and that is something
you vowed not to take from her.

So,
s(mile) back
across the (mile)s
that you find
                              between
you now.
inside you
just pray
that she will find
her way
             back.
Yes,
             back.

Will the light
of your love
be  
enough  
to lead her
back ?

Will she even face
this
way again?

the Big Gruff Man
let the fear from his soul
leak through grave stone eyes

how hard the matter
must have been pressed
before he released his grip
on that liquid prize

what a strange sight
seeing water falling,
falling,
                falling,
                                falling
from those grave, stone eyes

he looks at me
as though i hold the key
to unlock the lock
and release the chain
binding him to his pain

look away Big Gruff Man
or i will drown
in your pleading stare

for you are me
or more to the point
what i fear to be

i scream to his deaf ears
"it is not the matter
but the clinging
that brings your pain!"

let it go,
                  let it go,
                                   let it go

the waters will come
the waters will rise
the waters will carry you away