catch me

i've been
wondering
recently
if i am
slowly
slip
ing
a
w
a
y

there
is an ache
in my throat
something must
have been strained
when i belted out those
songs i'd hadn't heard in
such a very long time
and perhaps it wont
make everyone
happy but i
cant help
their

Fight To Be Noticed

it goes from my throat
to the back of my
neck to my
chest to
my head
to my
eyes
and
eve
ryt
hi
ng
e
l
s
e

seriously, i try these lines
i try these characters
i try the motions
i try i try i try
i want them
all to know
i want to
be all that
i can be for
you but
tonight
i felt
dry and
sick and
as if i
might
be su
dden
ly sl
ipp
ing
aw
ay.
...
...
..
..
.
.
.

"i was meant
to raise these
hands with
quiet all
about
me"
-the decemberists

you should have seen yourself

you should
have seen
yourself
the light
lit darkness
with shadows
sharp across
our faces
we look to
our sides
and see each other
we look to
the front
and see the brick
wall of the 100
year old beauty.
if only we were
100 and just
as beautiful

and like it
we must clear
out the debris
rebuild
re-light
reset
and rediscover
what magic
passed before
and bring it back
but like each
great show
an ending
a cross roads
we face our
difficulties
our weaknesses
and find what makes
us compatible
and not
we find in
our moments
of fear, what makes
us look fierce is
only fear with
strength driving it
and we've found it

you should
have seen
yourself
pouring out
letting me
know
who you are
holding my
hand as i
discover the
human condition
God is not something
we should learn about
in church
Philosophy is not something
we should learn about
in school
Life is not something
we should be told
Life experience will
teach of all of these
great mysteries
if you hold my hand
"i feel an energy between us
can i hold your hand?
i like the contact"

no matter the
tempest of feelings
no matter the
complications
no matter if
we stay or go
just hold my hand

"So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only
And that you'll always let it be me"
-everly brothers

to speak frankly

a Polymath
once wrote that
"nothing is worth
more
than this day"
and i think
nothing truer
might have
encapsulated
the essence
of our time
here.

there
is something
basic
yet complex
there
is something
strange and mysterious
something mystics
can't explain
something in
me
with you
that was discovered
and flourished
and
produced a light
that glows
in our veins
in our mind
and in
our meaning
and our faults
and our victories

rediscovered
when i see
the pictures
when i listen
to the sounds
and when i see
your name
painted the town.
it is rediscovered
every morning when
i awake
for you are
my first thought
and when
i lay to
rest
for you
are my
last
prayer
of thanks

to speak
frankly,
your kisses
rediscover me
they are
the fresh
the organic
the rhythms
in my ears
the throbs
in my chest
and...
you...
are my rediscovery
and every moment
is worth the most
no matter
the time
the place
the situation
the circumstance.
every time we are
apart i yearn to
shout what once
was spoken
"Come back
so I can tell you,
I know what matters
now-you" (r&h)

to speak frankly,
i love you

"there's no need to
complicate
our time is short
this is our fate,
i'm yours" -j.mraz