4.23.19

What’s the point of living if you don’t dream

Love is painful
If it’s anything
At all

When the breadth and depth of a conspiracy is so malicious, denial is often easier.

I need to see you asleep
Before I rest my eyes
To know you’re safe
In my heart and mind

We’ve cried more than most would ever guess
Over a decade of loss written in skin
Scars and surgeries, missed opportunities
A heartbeat, ripped from bloodied hands
But still, side by side, ‘till our dying days
Never found a battle we couldn’t win

4.22.19

Tell me a story to
escape the pain
Let me know
there’s a reason
to go on
again

Just because you break doesn’t make you broken.  You’re not broken.  You were mistreated.

Wind down hours nursing injuries
Self- torn tendons and bone
Aches written in anxious nerves
Icing a burning, inflamed soul

Always look out for the quiet ones.

Add up a million scars
of bad moments
or memories

Paint them with ink
build up muscle
be strong

Write a song in stars
constellations pale
to your curves

4.21.19

Sitting off the edge of a boat
Watching a sun set once more
You wonder if you’ll ever be
More than waiting for another

The universe does not notice whether we live or die.

He smiled and said the odds are good
Eyes bright in the window light
Older and repeating himself again
Facing the odds the only way he knows
Wondering what conversations we
Have to say, that we haven’t
I tell him to listen, to take care
Of himself, and get better
There’s things to look forward to
Turn fears of incontinence in
To jokes about incompetence

Hold each other up, to push each other on, make each other better so that when the time comes, you succeed when others fail.

treat others
like every
conversation
could be
the last
ever

4.20.19

The hours pass slow between now and when
your face shows up on my phone again
I wish you wouldn’t go, let it go

“You act like Sol is the last bastion of free thought.”

“Earth was the first bastion of free thought.  Our internet is old, impossible to scrub clean.”

Does happiness always seem to be a world and a day away?

Utopia is impossible, but it’s mathematically easy to increase everyone’s standard of living.

i’ll go out tonight, to the blues and neon lights,
watch the door, dream of you sauntering in
like you own the place, searching for me,
waiting for you, in these spaces between

Underneath the warrior’s armor is a lost girl who just found family.  You owe it to her now. Get her back home alive.

4.19.19

two wrongs don’t make a right, but three lefts do

A man played the blues for ninety-two years
In a smoke-filled bar, drinks are raised
All his favorite songs will be played
By the generation he saved

I wonder
if I’ll be
the face you pick
out of the crowd
you’ll run to,
Every
Single
Time

There’s always tomorrow
Say it again
There’s always tomorrow
Until there isn’t

Don’t take it for granted
The ability to bend the knee
And push off of it again
When you can move
Put it to work
And be grateful
For the simple things