One for Mark.

Pain of soul, of mind;
A broken heart is all that
I have left from you.

Birdwire

I always wondered why
birds walk on such precarious places
little feet
on little wires
little ledges
small spots, where only they can stand - but barely.

Perhaps that's why -
for only they can stand there
alone
without the plague of company.

I always wonder why
people walk in such precarious places
scared hearts
unfamiliar territory
feels like it's on a ledge
trying to share space with someone
who may or may not want to be alone.

I'm birdwiring you -
not sure what my options are
I love the feeling, suspended when we fly
yet feel like I'm in such
a precarious place
and at any moment
I could fall to the ground.

I hope we walk on ground
I hope we lie on the ground
I hope.

Dylan's Goodbye to Bradlee J

I looked back
And there you were, down the road
Tunes of Dylan in my head
I smiled to myself
Despite the fact that I was crying
You were so far away
Yet close enough that if I reached out
I just might be able to touch you -
But there was no need.

You were too far gone.
We were too far gone - nearly 6 months gone.

More - if we're honest -
Were we ever really honest?
Hiding behind talk of love
Which we do, but -
Hiding behind little things
"Wow, you have the same birthday?"
Mish-mosh theatre
Love of friends
Love in our hearts
But unable to share it.

I look ahead
And I see new skies
The clouds, the storm, the ice cold rain
Is a mist, now;
Something - someone is in my path
I'm not sure what he wants
But he'd like a little of my time -
And you, you always had my time
But didn't want to take the time
Your love wasn't enough
And you knew it -
I tip my hat to you, sir,
At least you knew when to get off the train
When it stopped running.

Yes, you just kind of wasted
My precious...time...
But you also gave me love.
And warmth.
And solace - and I thank you.

So you're down the road
Away's from me;
I hear your voice
But your face -
I can barely see
And He is by my side
Don't know for how long,
But I'm enjoying the ride -
Didn't know I could again, but
Dear god,
I'm enjoying the ride.

Don't think twice -
It's all right...
I'm enjoying the ride
One way, into the night.

Relationships 1: Haiku

Confusion, it reigns
when heart and mind don't agree;
silence is too loud.

Bring It

Bring
Bring it
Bring it to me
Bring it on home

Rock n' Roll fantasies
Sonny Boy Dreams
The Zeppelin comes to town again
High note harmonicas and
Tight pants, high pitched screams

Bring it
Bring it on home to me

Play it again
Play both for me
Slide your hand under the cover
Pull out the cd
Give me your music
Both of them, baby
Play it with abandon child,
Bring it on home to me

Music is the universal language
So said my mentor Lee,
And for those times when talk is too much
Just bring that on home to me;
Just make a sound, sigh your sigh
Slap your hand upon my thigh
Shout my name,
Hit that note
Hotter than Plant could emote -

Bring
Bring it
That's it, Bring IT

I'm Bringing It On Home to You.

Haiku'd Pleasure

Furiously, you
Touch me; tenderly you kiss
Me; I am in awe.

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Like unwrapping a present on
a special day, eager to
try on the garment or
use the toy, shiny
beautiful like you knew it would be
Yet there is that Fear
underlying, permeating:
What if I lose it?
What if I get it stained?
What if I break it,
from too much play, for it gives me such joy
that I cannot contain my pleasure
and therefore may ruin such a good thing.

One cannot surround their heart
or their mind with
the never-ceasing chatter of
the What Ifs and the Might Bes,
but I find that they are constant companions
uninvited, to be sure,
yet always there - guests who
try to eat all the food
use all the toothpaste
and steal all the sanity
until all I have left is a shell
of the initial joy I started with,
joy of this wonderful present
a present that has found its way
through my window
and into my heart.

Anger sets in, at myself
perhaps, or at my lack of control -
why must I control what is not
in my power to do so,
and what should just be allowed to BE
and like the tulip that grows overnight,
or Jack's Beanstalk -
if it grows exponentially beyond
ability to reign in,
if it's good,
then why fight it?

Indeed.

So I won't.

I'll unwrap my present
wear my garment
play with my toy
lose myself in abandon
give over to childlike wonder
for one cannot question the power
of a beautiful gift.