I don’t
believe in
beliefs things
out there
to point
at saying
I believe
in that
in him
I believe
in faith
strong courageous
silent and
invisible faith
Category: Life
Romance (for John)
I’m a romantic
and as such
I carry in
eyes and heart
the emotions of
this my life
and I leave
the mechanics of
such to those
who as children
went woefully blind
to their dreams
of forever after
BecomingOne
Sadly I’ve found
that I am
the last one
to ever trust
with love or
desire for truth
be told mine
blend together like
watercolors lacking boundaries
mine behave like
water and ice
in a glass
both being separate
things borne from
the same yet
each being different
but like ice
and water after
time they return
one becoming the
other becoming one
OldCar
I have a friend
who’s an old car
familiar just not reliable
newness has worn off
leaving me with ordinary
a staple a thing
that much like me
carries around joyful memories
and has begun needing
more maintenance more time
away in the shop
getting tinkered and poked
and prodded with possibility
of it being this
or maybe even that
and now this last
time it went away
it returned to me
accepting that it was
just another old car
whose miles were behind
and no longer ahead
Aplenty
Each glass
every glass
is either
half full
or then
half empty
one prosperity
and the
other scarcity
why then
drink from
the one
never enough
when one
can when
one wants
have his
fill and
his aplenty
