Laugh All You Can

20140725_101755Laugh all you can.
What comes after,
Life, laughter and tears.
A waterfall.
Descending into the past.
Let’s you down.
A moment in time, gone.
Deep, quiet and alone.
Waiting to wipe away,
Tears that will come.
And the promise,
Laughter comes after,
Like a waterfall,
A crescendo of life,
Laughter and my tears.
Never ending.
Never done.

If I Was An Artist

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If I was an artist…
Father, patriarch, Dad.
And if I could paint,
Mature, senior citizen, old man.
I would paint the portrait of a man,
Provider, benefactor, success.
Each word to describe him,
Contrary, obstinate, cussed,
Would be a different stroke from my brush,
Non-conformist, contestant, maverick.
Each phrase a different shade,
Creative, inventive, colorful.
From the palette of his life,
Environmentalist, naturalist, crusader.
I would present him his portrait,
Integrity, honesty, candid,
With pride, his life a work of art.

Shadows Stay or Go

Bow Glacier Falls Misty Rainbow
Shadows clouding my mind,
Like the shade shelters the sun.
Flying blind.
Not lingering.
Not hiding.
Imagining thoughts,
Where thoughts have never been.

Shapes of you,
Like a kaleidoscope.
Completely turned around.
Then, hoping you were gone.
Now, I’m missing you.
Chasing shadows again.
Imagining thoughts,
Where thoughts have never been.

When Time Misses You

Image result for when blackbirds sing bring rain
Wake to the song blackbirds sing.
A promise rain will bring.
When sleep escapes,
Dreams are washed away.
A child’s cry takes its toll,
Grips your soul.
A tiny hand upon your face,
Gateway to the human race.
To find her smile,
May take a while.
When time misses you.

There’s no time,
Where sadness lives,
You can’t ask.
You can’t pray.
You have to say,
Take it away!

Pockets full of gold.
Leaves you old.
Brings you to your knees.
Nonsense money,
Opens all the doors.
No excuses anymore.
Open the book.
Read between the lines.
To find her smile,
May take a while.
When time misses you.

There’s no time,
Where sadness lives.
You can’t ask.
You can’t pray.
You have to say,
Take it away!

Jo Dee Messina’s “Bring on the Rain” gained popularity in the early 2000s, becoming her fifth No. 1 hit in March of 2002, after being released in September of 2001 as a single from her Burn album.

I Die a Little Bit

When she cries,
I die a little bit,
More.
Can’t explain it.
Tears in her sleep.
She’s so lost, so deep.
Reaching for her smile,
I can’t breathe.
Touches my heart.
A work of art.
Touches my soul.
A rare gift for a man,
A man facing a ghost.
A man I fear the most.
So alone with each other.
So alone apart.
When she cries,
I die a little bit,
More.

Let’s Dance the Tide Away!

Beach Cate sailboatsPast my time.
Past my prime!
To live another day.
To hold your hand,
In mine.
A tiny gesture,
By any measure.
A titan and a mouse.
A castle from a grain of sand.
The sea under your feet,
Washes away yesterdays.
Leaving footprints that dance,
And disappear,
In your wake.
You’ll be forever tomorrow.
I’ll be forever yesterday.
To live another day.
For now, let’s dance,
The tide away.

Choices

I have to breathe.
That’s on me.
My back’s against the wall.
I’ll take the fall,
For leaving you,
All alone.
Choices.
I can leave.
My reprieve.
That last pour,
And out the door.
That last kiss,
That I’ll miss.
Choices.
That last glance,
Left to chance.
Step into the rain.
Walk out on the pain.
For loving you,
On my own,
All alone.
Choices.
I can’t replace,
What love can’t embrace,
A journey still undone.
I can lift you up,
Or I can run,
Leave love undone.
Choices.
I have to breathe.
That’s on me.
My back’s against the wall.
I’ll take the fall.
For leaving you,
All alone.
Choices.

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