Death

I have skirted death
more times than I
can count physical death
emotional death and spiritual
death and here’s what
I’ve learned about death
It’s just one door
in a hallway of
doors just one choice
made by the living
to stop their living
the way they do
Death isn’t the end
we think it is
Death is just one
more beginning the beginning
of the exact thing
we tried to avoid
that last shitty time
Welcome to your living
Now make it count

Art

Paint your life
with broad strokes
and let definition
up to others
Always be grand
full of color
warm and welcoming
and let others
decide what you
are for always
you will either
be their everything
or just another
painting passed by

Shy

I’ve always done things 
for others other things
other places other people
as though I was
a marionette attached to
someone else’s dreamy ideas
I found great joy
in giving that to
them but as they
grew I became smaller
as though I gave
others the sun while
I took the shade
And as they grew
I sat there waiting
But like greyhounds first
out the gate they
soon lost their place
and I having waited
watched and observed them
I understood their mistakes
and when my turn
didn’t make them myself

Death

There is life after 
death death being the
loss of anything there
before that isn’t anymore
Death is thought bad
but death is the
harbinger of change a
door a moment a
time place or person
Most of us hold
on clutch pinch and
grasp just let go
because this thing you’ve
been trying to keep
has been gone long
ago and that new
thing right over there
is was has been
waiting for you quietly

Heaven’sReminder

From my bedroom window 
I see the lights of
Denver and while listening
to jazz I watch
the sky lighten dousing
the importance of the
nights skyline with this
breaking day as though
God Himself reminds us
that we may have
the night He will
always have the day