Here Are A Couple More...

Cu(red)

They will tell you to be realistic.

They will tell you to manage your expectations.

They will tell you to set reasonable goals.

Refuse treatment.

Remain irreconcilably, incorrigibly in infected with hope,

and you will see things beyond your most impractical dreams.

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Matu(red)

Every year, a tree draws a new ring around itself,

as if to say: See? There's more life in me than there used to be.

Maturity doesn't just mean you've weathered storms or survived drought.

It's about taking in more of everything:

more light, more rain, more of time's slow sweetness,

and giving something back.

If you've matured, you've expanded your circles.

I Miss You.

Once so full of life,

tragedy stole the light from your eyes.

You are so broken now;

a hollow shell of who you once were.

I can't blame you,

but I can't watch you destroy yourself in misery.

Sure, you say you're happy,

but your facade has always been thin.

Clinging to your bitterness and pain,
I'll leave you alone.


It's clear you don't wish to face your pain;
to overcome your strife.


The darkness brings you comfort now.
There's no room left for light.

Time Machine

There's nothing better than a time machine.

I go back where I wore tie dye tees.

Where rugrats and power rangers were king.

Where life was simpler, in the '90's.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

I go back where a man wears his first suit.

Where her dress is fit for a queen.

Where my parents were actually cute.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

I spy my dad's old baseball glove.

before he met the wonderful Pauline.

back to when he had hair above.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

Oh, how my mom has changed.

With braces and glasses, she was such a dainty thing.

It's no wonder she turned out so strange.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

If only the attic weren't so cold.

I'd stay for a little while longer.

And see what the future might hold.

When the Sun Speaks.

The sun's deep glow pulses across the sky,

and into my heart.

Deeper and deeper.

Into my heart.

He whispers this to me:

Come and bask in my beauty.

Let my soft warmth encompass you.

Soon, I will leave you for another night,

and the stars that you so desperately love,

will come and steal your wonder.

Gaze upon my canvas as I paint you a picture;

one that changes moment by moment.

Allow your mind to wander;

to seek out those deep and meaningful thoughts,

that set your heart ablaze.

The universe is at your back now; a glorious sight.

My time is nearly gone.

As I fade into the horizon,

take in the fullness of your heart,

and trust that I will rise again on a new day.

A day that brings a new story;

a fresh canvas all your own.

Just one moment more,

before you walk away,

and my rich glow fades into the night...

Until we meet again, my love.

Goodnight.

For Your Listening Pleasure...

Will there ever be . . .

another word

another phrase

another clever line or two

just one more episode

one more haunting poetic voice

or shared laugh

at times I think

it's all played out

the words arranged

in every combination

all the possibilities exhausted

at times I think

that there will never be

another word.

[This is just a little poem about writer's block and just being sick of it---I posted to all 3 blogs]

Because of Her...

Her body was old, but the life she possessed was invigorating.

Even I -the age of six at the time- don't know if I surpassed her.

Her strong faith was the fuel to her endless singing, her love for others, and her warm smile.

She showed me what loving others unconditionally looks like.

I was devastated when the cancer took her.

I dream of her singing sometimes when my mind turns dark.

I sing louder, and love deeper, because of her.

Quiet, sweet, and passionate about her profession,

this woman always cared.

She meant the world to me that year.

She listened, and I listened in return.

When I viewed myself as a lost cause,

she told me I brought joy to her life.

I desperately wonder how she's doing and where she's at.

I believe in myself, and in others, because of her.

A young and beautiful woman full of dreams, hope, and questions,

she opened my eyes to what was out there in the world.

I don't know if she knows it,

but I learned so much about myself while she was around.

The last time I spoke to her was nearly six months ago.

I miss her very much, but I'm thankful for the time I had.

I see life, and the world, in a different light because of her.

Genuinely caring about who she is as a person,

and those who she influences,

she has the power to impact lives.

She doesn't abuse this power.

Her optimism is so refreshing.

She is a true encourager.

I search for the good, and have more hope, in people because of her.

Loving me as one of her own,

I have been so blessed by this woman.

Her openness and transparency mean the world to me.

Unashamed of admitting her shortcomings,

she presses on with a passion to learn, love, and grow.

I could talk to her for hours and not tire of it.

Her passion and faith inspire my own.

I dream of a fuller life, and have a fuller life, because of her.

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( ( In honor of a few -of many- women who have shaped -or are shaping-  who I am today. ) )