A Domestic Long Hair Owns My Heart
Misty Mae
Cream and Grey
Short and too fat
But I like her like that
Opulent existence
She loves me from a distance
Always right by my side
But if I touch her, she’ll run and hide
She lives comfortably aloof
Her confident stride is the proof
A piece of string sets the trap
And draws her up upon my lap
She stays after my trick
And gives my face acknowledging lick.
Yes, she is distant and aloof as can be
But in my heart I know that she really loves me.
It was over before it began
No promises to break
No mention of Heartache
No emotions to fake
No regretting my mistake
No wondering why
You always have to lie
Then try to deny
With a transparent alibi
No insecurity
Wondering if eventually
You could ever possibly be
Completely true to me
No falling out of love with you
Or seeing you in a different hue,
When things are finally through
And end like most affairs do
This diminutive romance
didn’t follow a plan
Emotions kept in hand
It was over before it began
Sensitive
I’m sorry I say “I’m sorry” so much.
And that I flinch from my core when you
look unhappy. I’m always expecting the worse.
Even when we are at our best.
I’ll try to live more in the
moment with you.
The other shoe is in the closet.
Where it belongs.
Prodigal Son
You let it all slip by. Never
Knowing what’s good.
What’s good enough? You
can’t see the forest for
the trees. While you fumble through
this life waiting for the right time,
do you realize your time is ticking away?
Your time is now.
You’re alive now.
But it will all slip by.
You’ve forsaken the love your father.
No respect your mother.
Chances come and go. Now he’s
as dead as your hopes and dreams
and your mother doesn’t care anymore.
You let them all slip by.
Please continue on your quest to alienate.
Let your anger burn, burn as hot
as the face of the sun. Until we all
melt away. And you’re alone.
All alone.
And it’s all slipped by.
We Lost our Crown
My opposite twin
My ready-made best friend
A southern seed
Refreshingly naïve
She always got the joke late
But her laugh made it worth the wait
Our childhood letters grew more mature
As we started the outlines to our futures
Two girls with the world at their feet
Not knowing where we’d go or who we’d meet
One night we got the phone call
Middle of the night, not good at all.
I can’t recall how much I cried
On the night I found out that she had died
The world seemed so cruel when next I awoke
And oh my heart, how it broke and broke
I had to say goodbye to my opposite twin
My ready-made best friend
No more letters or late laughter
Just tears, a benediction and the hereafter
And in your absence only one thing holds true
No words could express how much I miss
No Fear
Yes, I’m coy.
In a genuine way.
No insecurities
This is new a new foundation.
A blank slate.
No expectations.
Expectations lead to disappointment
And this is too fresh.
Just respect and adoration.
A simple smile.
Danger, but not dangerous.
Fear? No fear.
Drinks tonight.
Your place or mine?
Music
Laughter
Easy conversation
It’s too good to be true.
But it is true.
Nothing last forever.
What will I do when it’s over?
Thank God it happened.
Relish the experience
The Brave Fox
Did he let me down?
No. He’s always held me up.
That’s why I love him.
Elegy for a lost love
The silence fills the cracks of words not spoken.
It’s easier to leave these things broken.
But what we neglected in these many days,
cannot be replaced in the simplest of ways.
There is no way to mourn all that we have lost
No heartfelt lament could reconcile the cost
A love left to wither and die in the sun
Dust covers the form of my lost loved one
I remember the start, our youthful spring glow
Love so young and fresh could give flowers a show
I was grateful for the time and your hand in mine,
And a walk to the altar, the day our lives intertwined.
And when all the worry finally took its toll
When we cashed in our character, sold our souls
and gave into Words and actions irrevocable
Until we were no longer two halves of a whole
My heart reacted to your words implied
As you grew lofty as the parting waters of low tide
Your heart just couldn’t handle the weight of the strife
So you drifted back to sea and out of my life.
Now I’m faced with the notion life will never be the same
And left with your memory, echoes of your name
The one bit of solace that can still make me smile
Is knowing that you were mine, at least for a while.
The ability to forget what is deemed as most undesirable to remember
is one of God’s greatest gifts to his children.
Who would want to remember their trip down the birth canal,
Or the pain of a broken limb,
Or being raped by a close relative?
And as the months and years pass
I have forgotten the fear
And the pain
And the shame
Of what you did to me.
I’ve forgotten the sick heat of your breath on my six-year old neck.
I don’t remember your face
Or your voice
Or anything about you.
The only thing I do remember
And what is most important to remember;
Time has taken care of you
And you no longer occupy
Valuable space in my mind.
The worms have a tasty meal.
The Inner Recesses
I used to think that
no dark, remote ally
could be darker
or more remote
than some of the darkest
places of my mind.
Then I learned
that all I needed to do
to combat the darkness
was find a light,
any kind of light.
Even if I had to borrow it
from another person,
And simply turn it on.
Discover Pittsburgh with me
