Far out to Sea

Can I guide you through
This frozen artic
The wasteland you have
Lost yourself in?
Remind you of the man
I know and love
Regardless of what you feel
Can I show you the sun
And how the stars can dance
With laughter
Though your eyes are
Filled with tears?
Can I reach you
Or are you too far out
To sea?

Jealous Revelations

I've always wondered
Why yours was saved and cured
While mine was taken away
I've always been secretly jealous
That you didn't have to endure my pain
And it all seemed to work out
In the end and you have
What I have lost
And so desperately felt I needed.

But then I realized some things
Without this loss and pain
I would not have grown
Would not have married
Or fallen in love so deeply
Without this pain
I would not have been able to forge
The muscle needed
To stand up for myself
And stop the abide once and for all.

I also realized this:
I probably was given this pain
I was given this journey
Because I could handle it
And you could not.
So while I believe that some things
Will always be a tragedy
That broke my heart
Seeds were sewn to bloom
And make my life richer and fuller
Despite what I have lost.

Summer Storms & Stars

The night becomes younger
As the daylight grows older
Summer invades the spring
Scorching swiftly with oppressive heat
Sunny skies give way to
Dark clouds and clapping thunder
With scattered bolts
Illuminating the dark sky
And even without the storm
The night glows brighter
With lighter shades offset
By white blotchy clouds
Stars seem to shine
As if this were their season
To bathe the earth
With ancient glow.

Westward

Single palms and dark dirt mountains
Sparsely cover red land
Paved with roads of promise and enterprise
Once trodden as dirt by shooed hooves
And weathered Americans
Clinging to bright hope and shared dreams.
What comes from sacrifice
Is a home
Built on prayers and faith
Of brighter days and better tomorrows
'Tis the west
The land scouted by few
And held in the awe of many
A legacy left by steel and determination:
The frontier that is ever held
With wonderment and promise

I am a Writer

I have a deep seated need
For powerful alliteration
That moves mountains more than me
A love affair with the dash
That is commonly overlooked
For its extended continuation of the pause
By its crooked brother the comma.
I have a voice that
Speaks via Roman letters
Ascribed by a pen
I am a writer
And such is my calling
Nouns, verbs, adjectives
My tools to create the world
As seen through my own eyes.
A pen, a pen and not a sword
But rather a tool to illustrate
And unburden my soul
As the quiet seconds slip by.
They are my family, my tears
The words that fill the page
A reflection of my heard
And though they be but rambling
Sentences and syllables
Strung together on some form
They are my own - my solace, my peace
And forevermore they stay
The ink upon the page -
My etchings upon the subconscious of the world.

I Will Be There

I will be there
Even when you can't be there
For yourself
     - I will be there
No matter how long it takes
Regardless of what we have to weather
The time and space doesn't matter
     - I will be there

Bitter Enclosure

Do you ever have those day
Where it seems like curling up in a ball
And sobbing is something you think you need
To feel so trapped inside a box
Frustrated that there's no way out
Putting forth effort with minimal results?
This is my day, sometimes my life
I wish there were a key to this prison.