I wrote another poem about you today
Of all the things I wish I could still say
That I would be there for you when the days were long
And play you my guitar and sing you our song
I know as of now we have to be friends
But I wonder if this pain and sadness ever ends
One day I hope I can be what you need
And give all my loving to you with each deed

-AJT

Are the “Things” that we have,
The “Things” we really need?
Are the “Things” that we want,
Out of necessity or greed?

“Things” are all the items
We are told that we must get,
Putting the naive misguided people
Deeper and deeper into debt

Told to us by big corporations
With their lying alluring ads
By a greedy society’s self-indulgence
Falling for the falseness
And ridicules new fads

THINGS,THINGS…. THINGS
And more “Things”
New houses, stylish clothes
Nice cars and diamond rings.

How many “Things”
Does a person have to obtain
Before they finally realize
They are just greedy selfish and vain

That is why I keep my “Things”
Few and far between
Because the ugliness of always wanting
To me is clearly seen

My humble life is packed
With everything that I really need
And I am free of all the want
Vanity and greed

My heart and soul are full
With Love, and the happiness it brings
Because I finally realized
The best “THINGS” in life
Aren’t  material “Things”

there’s a gouging hole where my chest used to be
ever since the moment i met you
a tiny piece of me has crumbled and fallen to the floor
leaving trails of myself as i pass
and over the months as i have been chipped away at
my soul
has emptied

i’ve grown tired of the pain
i’ve grown tired of the wanting and the longing

i’ve rushed to pick up pieces of myself again but i found that they don’t fit

i am not the same anymore

we are not the same

nothing will be like it was
these months have sloshed like water, up and down and now the water is gone
a new tide has come in

and i don’t know how to fit here in these waters
what to expect from them

acceptance rolls in between my fingers
touching my skin and begging to be absorbed
this past month i have been playing with it in my hands, feeling its tacky sticky texture

it promises no returns, only a way to pick up my pieces again and fill in the gaps you left, with it’s presence

i lay on the ground
water laps at my body and pushes bits of me into the holes they once occupied

i lay

my hand is now covered in it, the acceptance

i lay in the slowness, the grey sounds of the water filling my ear and there is nothing i can do but wait

wait for the acceptance to over take my body
wait for myself to be whole again

i remember your face and i wonder how that’s ever possible

and yet here i am, being put back together and remedied

here i am


waiting for my impossibilities to soak into my skin and become possible

here i am