And with one
Hand I pulled
Myself from sleep
For with the
Other I was
Holding you there
Unsure which was
The nightmare here
Awake and alone
Or there asleep
Knowing that you
Were the one
Dreaming of me
Category: Creativity
Birds
Remember those birds
That are caged
See those that
Fly as odd
Just be you
And don’t worry
About the others
Let them be
As they you
ChooseChase (for Eric)
Not knowing what
You want is
Different than getting
What you don’t
One is active
The other passive
Either chase or
Choose choosing is
Horrible and lends
Itself to heartache
Chasing is active
Exhausting and difficult
Showing you what
You and your
Life is worth
Simply to another
Capture or lose
You flattered someone
Hear
What’s the difference
Between hard soft
Touch perhaps but
No it’s sound
Or better hear
We hear that
Which serves us
The other fodder
What if we
Listened to fodder
And heard truth
Think for a
Moment everything that
You might have
Missed listening for
The one thing
You’d never hear
RetreatAgain
Standing atop the
Hill of battle
Surveying the carnage
And self destruction
I decide to
Stop with what
I have left
Men are formidable
Foes cunning strategic
Strangers in everything
Including love war
And simply life
No war or
Love was ever
Won without retreat
For many have
Fallen except me
I stand alone
