It’s extraordinarily tough knowing this
That its smiling roots with the system became one
Yet none surgeon nor modern-day savior can sever
It’s the pain of the years that no needle shall touch
It’s the radioactive frosting on the most delicious cake
dox•ology
For
as long
as I can
remember,
cinnamon and honey
together
has brought nations
to their
knees.
The Banjo
If I could call
My friend
I’d ask first
About his breath and the whether there
Was mint in the air
That he couldn’t help but still discern, despite all that was on his mind
And about the heights he’d seen so far this morning -by the way,
That magical-calm-of-a-song you’re playing in the upstairs background
Must be for me
I’m glad you called
The Dash Between The Years
This complete life
Has been about nothing
But having it all
Ripped away and pulled out from under
Glorious arms and legs
Made stronger
Never getting a free ride from
The orange-striped vehicle of my choice
And it goes on forever
Faster, slower, stop, again
comes good
why this day remember back
why see it sealed in history’s white book
when fire and oil must’ve met?
the first time the light streak heard its thunderous voice
no -the unexpected, accidental, fated brush which brought blush
then quiet laughter and hard tears at the relief of it all
Tad
Make him strong legs
Dark hair in his age
Eyes filled with Light
Pace his heart with yours
Call It
Always then fall
Times you cannot will to stand
Quiet yourself, take a bow, take a knee
Until when tomorrow
Finds your chin straight
Your will intact
With the path lying crisply ahead
First Hour
The beautiful story stupidly told
The tragic mistake but for to survive
The far away light by shutter drawn close
The walk long and tall though not yet awake
At Least I
Alarm sounds off
Eyes wide now
Feet hit floor
One deep breath
Mission this day
Help one heart
First things first
Take His hand
Smile real big
Haunts
The good dance
The bad crazy
And will I be prepared
