Happy Birthday

How time turns people

To dust and ashes

I just want to write about stealing fire

June ninth however

I still remember

Don’t know why it is in my head

I haven’t seen you for years

Haven’t talked to you for centuries

June ninth for some reason

I still remember

Its not that you are a good friend

You were a great friend once

And so was I

Until time and ache shattered

June ninth for some reason

I still remember

Change the only constant

Nothing remains

Hurt feelings and remorse

No more fun and games

June ninth don’t know why

I remember

Sunday Morning Anxiety

NO INHALATION

BREATHING OF LABOR AND LITTLE

OF DRAGONS SMOTHERING IN FIERY SMOKE

NERVES SHAKING

LIKE ORANGE WAR TORN HANDS

OF SOLDIERS SMILING WITH DEATH

THE DESTRUCTION OF THE HOMELAND

CONFUSION OF KNOWING

WHAT YOU WANT TO DO

WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT TO DO

THE ABILITY TO WAGE A HAZARDESS LIFE STYLE

THE TRAIN SPEEDS EVER

FASTER AND FASTER

WITH NO DESTENATION JUST

A RUSH FOR arrival

ARRIVAL SHALL NEVER arrive

THE DEEPENING LOSS OF

CONSTRICTED LUNGS SHALL GIVE WAY

TO MEDIOCRITY AND HARSHNESS

THE ARM PITS BURN

WITH EXPECTATIONS

DESIRE AND DREAD

SOON IT IS TIME TO LISTEN

STOP DREAMING

CONDITIONED TO  FOLLOW ORDERS

AND GET TO WORK

Bleeding Time

Nervous shakes

Murphy’s law

Why cant we all

Just get along?

Past on watches

Still ticking away

The seconds that give

To the end of the day

Hurting bones

And cracked lips

What will it take

To get a chocolate chip?

Broken parts

And lost art

Cant I get a minute

to release this worrywart

Time bleeds away

Any hope to fall

The delayed decay

That will consume us all

I pray to you

The god behind the church

That we may all get through

This without too much hurt

Grandpa

Grandpa you are the best

Thou states apart

I feel loved by you

I know I am

I am blessed to have a grandpa like you

I still have a saving’s bond

I still have the cards

With the smiley face

I still have you inside of me

I am so blessed that you are my grandpa

I am so blessed to have made that trip last year

To sit on Donnas porch and hear your stories

And play rummicube by your side

I had the best grandpa and grandma

I know you are back with her

Where you want to be

I love you

I am so thankful that you where in my life

I feel the sun on my face and know that you are

A part of that warmth

I use to get sad over passing’s

Another person that loved me gone from this earth

I know now that love will always be

That we are one

Transient in eternal time

Another person

Another soul

There to love and guide me

Thank you

Grandpa

Love

Boo

Thanks Giving 2004 (Margie #3)

Nervous to come to your house

Knowing that people I don’t know will be there

Nicest people I have ever meet

You embrace me as if we have met

Your jello orange and full of carrots

Is beautiful and full of you

Friends, children

Grandchildren, Great grandchildren

You gave them your all

You followed your bliss

It is true that we have to be ourselves

And that it shines as a light house

Letting others see your light

You have given that light

To all of us

That love that has shined forth from you

Is in every one you met

Saving this world

By just allowing us to know you

I love you

I miss you

I treasure you

If Niche is slightly right

This world will continue

Again and again and again

Which is why we must live the life we choose

You did that, you followed your own heart

To your family

For your family

And you did it with love

Your life is the beacon of success

Thank you for sharing yourself

For being yourself

And for allowing us all to know you

Another Poem to Margie

Margie you are one of the best people I know

One of the best persons I have ever met

I am so grateful for being in your presence

I am so grateful for all the love you have given

And I know will continue to give

Margie you are the embodiment of love

You are lovely in your being

There is not one soul that you have encountered that you haven’t touched

Thank you for being you

Thank you for loving me

Thank you for allowing the person you are to be with us

And with us always you will be

There is no true death

There is just life

And I know that your essence will continue on

And that loving that you are will continue through eternity

You are an old soul, a wise person

And most of all

You have touched and made better all the lives that you have encountered

I love you Margie

I’m not the only one

Thank you for sharing your being with me

Thank you for sharing your heart with me

Thank you for being who you are

And thank you for continuing that being

In whatever form you take

I LOVE YOU

What Im Good At

I hurt others

Not intentionally

But I do

I hurt others

It is something I am good at

Maybe the one thing I am good at

I want to heal people

I want to help people

I want to be that person

I cant help anybody

I cant heal anyone

I cant even be me

Who the hell am I?

I have no friends

Do you wonder why?

Its quite clear

I am very good

At what I do

And I hurt

And I cry

And I cant stand myself

To all of those that I have

Blown off

Not called

Ignored

Hurt

Named called

And worse

I am sorry

For what that is worth

Very little I think