Bless your soul

your weary tears have traveled

a great distance.

A great feet, no matter how tragic.

The marathon runner they called it.

Shouting from cracked windows

down at busy streets

“You can’t do this”.

Your weary tears have

traveled a great distance

and they’re in the final lap.

Make time.

Craft it in your own two hands.

Be the two hands swaying around in a circle of numbers curing the human of life.

Create time.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock

Oh, you are the one

i’d need

to fix my wings before takeoff.

Lunchbox

on weekdays

laughs at hand made fix.

Warm milk and soup

on cold days

the worst days.

Smiles away the day before.

 

 

Thank you and Happy Mothers Day to all!

Forget the necklace.

You set it down on a unstable table.

The risk were laid out in front of you.

Don’t point fingers, check the mirror and you’ll see.

The drop off

and it will

never

be

found.

Fuck you.

Challenge yourself.

An idea clouded by comfort and

“Good job”

Need a trainer to push you to place unexplored. Uninhabited. A world

in your backyard left absent on your map. Unexplored and uncharted. 

Take a trip this summer and explore, its rocky, so bring comfortable boots.

Believe what you want. I’ve never

sat and watched you bleed on our kitchen floor. I’ve never

climbed this mountain and claimed you watched. I’ve never

let a white elephant walk all over you. But believe what you want.

Those scars existed long before I walked that threshold. I might of examined or kissed but never teared. But believe what you want. I’ve never

climbed this mountain alone. I’ve never 

broken in this furniture without your tender finger tips. I’ve never

kept this door locked for more than an hour. Believe what you want but

Believe in me.

Some days you just need shower more than a breathe.

Subtle flicks of fortune blow

over to another

before you can say

was that gold.

Some days a fresh perspective is all you need more than that shower.

Shower is not for all

save bucket and a

staff for me to wash

the guilt off me.

Some days a beer is all you need so dump that perspective

The seed will blossom soon.

We’ve watched it since just

a dropping; our little baby. Soon

to blossom. Fighting all the cold

lonely

nights fearing the fed will become hungry.

These roots are filled with fresh innocence making the hungry froth at the mouth.

The cold will come and go. Uneaten tho. 

Will see in the warm.

The armor is down. I’ve never

seen you without it. Tender,

vulnerable, and human. I’ve never

seen you without it. Tears show
running down pink cheeks to

open hands. Your armor lied to us.

I’ve never seen you without your armor.

Your just like us. Human. And that is fine.