Yesteryear, but still palpably here
Where do we put all of it — whether resigned…or, with determined grit?
Will it be what we wear, until joy feels threadbare
Place it, do we, on some high shelf — that we could walk forth
Fooling ourselves?
Yes, yesteryear, you have the heart’s ear
Yet, you cannot own time — nor our feet, or life’s rhythm and rhyme
Not the movement or music
Not the questions and answers
No more stealing away and distorting our stories, is grief
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
The most expensive personal item(s) I’ve ever purchased was my own principles. Once we allow our core values and self-worth to be trampled, redeeming them will always come at a great cost.
Yeah, no one lit a candle, nor did their heart yearn
No one went to war to bring your safe return
Love was tears at story’s end, turned on for show
Honor never crossed their mind — they sieged you, now you know
To cherish meant your vacancy by their decree
It still snows in summertime as you look back and see
Word were things they shopped for in society’s store
Legless stumblings daily dropped to the editing room floor
The pool of water calls them as a siren song
If you are a spring to it, that’s abjectly wrong
See the bitter-burnt
Tether to hope, then take heart
Give, in return, love
Why, son, if you did right
Turned out alright
Spoke honest
Were kind, and all that
Do you fear your broken heart?
You gave your all
Did not make her feel small
At her gazed, only
Promised her your days
Now, nighttime…damn, dark nighttime
Take back your breath she stole
Beggar no more — you’re whole
This will take all you know
You did right by her, didn’t you?
Now do right by you
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
If I lost all my possessions, then I hope I’d respond by embracing my freedoms.
I hope….
‘neath twilight,
Now gone, night
Breezeless, that we’d hear
Sun thinking
Debating
Not coming too near
Earth rustles
We wrestle
Then, loose unchecked fear!
The stars freeze
Hark! Claim these!
Freedoms, conscience clear
Uncertain toolbox
And uncertain feet
A map that is crumbled and frail
A childhood song wafts
With mem’ries of North
Distant — but God’s path prevails!
Joy, He will give you
Peace, you will have
For, He does call you His own
The world may leave you
Reject, and thieve you
Still you are never alone
Who will I be if I’m not seventeen
Bright eyed…everyone enamored with me
Will my responses be always so quick
Too quick most times…impressed with my own wit
Seventeen fails me I don’t know it yet
Sixty, I’ll honor…despite seventeen’s regret
How are you feeling right now?
Right now, and always, I am feeling certain —- and I am certain….
But that you’re my world
And the stars dance when we dance
I know not a thing
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Folly was the last thing I went searching for online. I needed to tell it hello, evidently.
Came I, here, to the end of Happy Street
‘Twas just say hello to you
Sadly I’m surprised to see
A shallow in last decade’s sea
With that, I felt to ask, in lieu
Why, love, are you waning, too?
What’s your favorite recipe?
My favorite recipe has always been and still is:
One part enthusiasm
combined with
two parts love.
Why the whisper, so unspoken
The thoughts on pause, as if time’s broken
Puzzle pieces within song
Many breadcrumbs strewn along
Now, sails aloft and fear at bay
Plain and simple, may I say
Finished with all metaphors
I love you…here…my heart is yours
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