The Life of a Man

What goes up but can’t come down,
And seen again comes crashing sound,
Sends ripples through the leaves
As tiny pebbles do disturbed.

Swallow until feather falling,
And once perturbed minds are calling.
Lo, but not held spins,
Alone, until rise night.

Whispers tell me other things,
Like rose unfurled and angel wings.
Lost a love, hoping, waiting, for,
Another day is gone to sleep.

Who dreams a soulless dream?
And wakes up a new man, new gleam,
And yet the call of darker streaks
Flow like ink in a spool of twine.

Hope you see is walking here,
And nourishes on fear,
Her own feathered catchers
Preying on shattered souls.

No one shall then be gone awake an,
Speak alone the death of a man.

Pennies From Heaven

A penny from heaven
From a dog or a cat
Person someone family member
A small little gift A card A memory A penny

From heaven
A small little hello I’m here
Memories surround us memories are here
A little love A little bye A little shine

From a penny from heaven

A little mystery a little trick your past one wants to9 see you Laugh

A little reminder of us past members we are still here

Our home is heaven a wonderful place we come with Gifts

Memories Reminders of us Memories of you

We come with pennies from heaven
Heaven is our home don’t take us back to pain we
are
with you in your heart

From al heaven has taught me here’s a penny from earth

Greedy

Burning.
Left unsaid, unknown, paper paving the way,
snatches of tragedy and truces melding into cobblestone,
rain pelts the hearts in each word, souls screaming with cold, with want, haunted.
The words, oh the words, they carried a small girl across an ocean,
they saw her through tempests and temptation of dirty red scars,
oozing, bruising, a cataclysmic wave washes away the purity, washes away the disgust,
no longer clean but human, with human wants and human selfishness,
just hold on and don’t let go, don’t not believe, hope, want, steal,
greed should not be repressed it should be indulged,
a greedy man is warm in winter because he took the fire, he burns, he’s bright,
coal condescending those without the gumption to take it home,
At least buy me dinner first they monotone, making mad, making bad.
Why, why does everything slip like silk,
fingers textured but not gripping, slide in ice of regret, no traction, nothing at all,
it has never been smooth, unworn,
life has treated you like sandpaper, you can hold on, don’t let go,
all your life you have compromised, accommodating, settling,
want scorching insides, stirring the thick soup of hot tears and trembling fists,
doe, you are a doe, stop trembling and stand tall,
sun makes patterns in browning fur, white giving way to hard keratin,
wind through the trees faster than wind, arrive in a glade, come home,
don’t be afraid of the hunter and his rifle; he will miss and you will run faster than he could, can.
Nestle into a hollow and become one with stone and let moss cover your scars,
let blooms fall onto your soft head,
be greedy for beauty, for reprieve, for retribution,
you have given and given and given, now take, take the life you want,
seize it by the throat and kiss it gently, softly, safely,
you will learn to love again, you will learn to sing again, you will learn again,
scars full of moss and metamorphosis, unfolding paper wings with words of healing,
doe eyes giving way to you, just you, you are you, not a doe, not a girl, just you,
wait no longer, with hands full of wanton regret,
Fill yourself with greed and greet the world anew.

Wanting

I stand on my sunny porch
Watering my plants that are begging for water.

I think back on my life
Wondering if I’ve truly lived a full 70 years.
I haven’t gone skydiving,
I haven’t swam with dolphins,
I haven’t met myself.

I walk inside, a cane in hand
Wishing I had more time left.
To travel the world,
To try new things,
To see my grandkids graduate.

I sit in a chair by the window
Watching the kids play in the street.
Riding their bikes,
Playing tag,
Constantly screaming and laughing.

I smile brightly like they do
Wanting to feel that way again.

I lay in my gloomy room
Water dancing in my tear ducts.

I think about my life
Wondering what I should’ve done differently.
I should’ve cared more,
I should’ve been there for them,
I should’ve been there for myself.

I let a tear run down my face
Wishing my life would just end already.
I don’t need to travel the world,
I don’t need to try new things,
I don’t need my family to see me suffer.

I look through my camera roll
Watching my childhood home videos.
My younger self giggling,
My younger self loving,
My younger self before everything happened.

I smile like my younger self does
Wanting to feel that way again.

What A Night

It’s dinner time I run downstairs,
I saw some yummy-looking pears
The sound they make inside your mouth
It makes me feel like I’m down south.
I finished dinner and started homework;
My dad looked at me and smirked
He said, “it’s time for bed sweetie.”
I said, “Oh your so cheeky.”
I grab my ice cream and plop on the couch,
Watching youtube put me down
I was so tired I barely awoke.
Walked into the bedroom and brushed my teeth
I grabbed the lotion from under beneath
Ran up the stairs and to my room,
Jumped into bed and kaboom
I layed in bed and drifted off;
Luckily I didn’t know that I had to cough.

Busy Night

After a busy night, he feels tight;
Because it’s best in his bed,
He can’t stop until twilight.
Hugging his Heddy Ted,
He is becoming lighter.
He just, maybe, might
doze off into oblivion;
In the weird world of
subconsciousness.
His mind tears in
the dreams.
Away from
the mess
of today.
Without
a care
in the
earth.