Seedling, Know

“I love you with every bit of my heart,” and I went on and on

Some pleading to an audience of none

“You would’ve always been the only man for me. You renewed my hope and changed my life. I was so excited about us. We were going to love and take care of each other for the rest of our lives — yes? I was working hard to become a better version of myself….”

Then some seedling
Sown, thankfully
Sprung from beneath the freeze
Reminded me
In reality
Was and were and what would’ve been

Were as empty husks

A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me

Fields of memories from some cliff you chose

This, my grain, my daily bread

Seedling, know, you saved the hour
Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath

Divine Self

Certain and truthful
Your divine self
Not a deity
But still so damn divine
Super and powerful

And superpower filled

Finally and fiercely
Shall step in
Save the day and declare
You’re an unwounded warrior
Don’t you know?

Our Finest Hour

Our finest hour

And, Goddamn it, lift your voice

Shriek to me from out of the grey

It has been six years and six months to the day

Set aside your pen

Unpoison your wellspring

Harmonize with me

End the endless justification of silence

Of the dark

Lived lives trump safe lives

Remember?

A Making

A going has to come, I know
An acquiescence to the shortened days
A refusing to refuse the night

I’ll clothe myself in skin-tone colors
I will stop hearing creation’s groan silenced
I’ll start feeling good, acting great, again

Original Thought Credit: Nina Simone, “Feeling Good”

Webster’s Hill

Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations

I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”

You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition

I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew

Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you

What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages

What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?