Soft
but still my loft.
You aren't rough
and tough
inherently-
but you can be.

Not for me only, you care
but for four you despair.
In this tournament of juggling
no one knew you were struggling.

How can you be so gentle
when the world treats you like a rental?
This makes me cry.
A heart so grand must never die.

I had a glimpse of uphill
shattered by your will.
I only knew something was wrong
'cause your stubble was a little long.

I peeked 'round the corner.
You didn't notice me- your daughter.
Your face was taught with wretched thoughts
but relaxed into love when I got caught.

You were trapped in your minds corner
where -no longer- it was a little warmer
The clouds looked like they hadn't been washed in a while.
But you still smiled.

When you say you admire another
for their unique kind of thunder-
I try to unblind you-
see: Only you can turn the sky cove blue
after a hurricane Sandy
makes my life feel unhandy.

You never ask if I Love you
cuz' you know I simply do.
I finally know why you're so rad-
cuz' you're sent from above, Dad.

- Tronel V.

Loving Apart Together, each
his own music, his own habits
I'm willing to change mine

for something more pleasant
but not just for you
not just anchor

in the rippling water
of a harbour, no longer breaking
the waves with the ship at my feet

my ******* untouchably
coveted, no longer being the bow
that steers the hands of the steersman

You give a sniff at the musky smell
of the rutting squirters
in my breaking charms

You mock them with envious eyes
you lay down sweet smiles
and hawsers of homeliness

You hit the quays full of bollards
you're so handy, unhandy
in love like landsailors