Leave behind the things
and take with you
the lightest of all
those which require no
tired arms to carry
pack lightly too memories
leave behind the bad
ones with the things
and make room for
of all things the
good ones for good
ones are like balloons
and the bad ones
well those are anchors
Category: Friendship
DrowningMan
Here’s how it goes
The desperation sets in
the I’ll take anything
of it all and
then the remorse pulls
you under like a
drowning soon to die
dead man and you
break free and claw
and tear and finally
at last breathe again
and then right there
you realize that you
are not a drowning
man but that you
are and always will
be alive and desperation
belongs only to those
souls who can’t swim
and that one day
at last you will
be happy that you
didn’t follow them down
and into the depths
of that that desperation
I
I can’t I
simply can’t I
don’t think I
will ever I
will never I
don’t imagine I
can so I
won’t do I
for even I
without you’s I
without us I
IFox
I remember or imagine
I’m not sure which
because the agony of
its missing is similar
this anguish often bleeds
like watercolors one into
the next this longing
for and also if
if we had and
also if we will
it’s delicate this dance
between past and future
but does very little
to release the gripping
grief of this present
I am thus caught
like a fox between
the hounds and hunters
OneMoreMonday
And as the mountains
break free from night
like a fleet of
Spanish schooners off the
coast of England we
prepare for the battle
of this new day
confident that we will
retire tonight content having
defended what is ours
and defeated that which
tried to beat us
