Hurt

I will sit with this hurt

I will pour it a drink

But I won’t get drunk

I turn it over

I observe it

I remind it

That I walked in here

And I will walk out

I clean my hands

I leave the table

I have to move forward

I have to stay in the race

This is temporary

Life is too short

To get hung up

By hurt

This shadow of myself

It’s part of me

But it does not define me…

Soon it will be in the past

It will not be grey

It will not be overcast

It will just be another day

In the year

I will do the work

I will grow

And I will leave the table

Being better for it.

Ghost

Oh but can’t we be stewards

Of the love we make

Of the earth we inherit

The shadows of the war we make within ourselves

Is cast across this land

Like the shadows from the bombs

And planes ….

—-

Be gentle with yourself

I hope you know, it’s alright

We can’t go back

It’s alright

The earth recovers

Changed

Scarred

But it becomes something new

There in the morning

—–

It starts in her eyes

Her skin

The words we share

And it ends

Somewhere

I imagine

At the end of the earth

—-

And it’s alright

She lifts me up

In the morning

And reminds me

These are merely shadows

From the past

And they too pass over

And then

The morning…

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Chasing Yesterday

Shine a light out

Into the darkness

Bring some hope

For our time

——-

Lights in the sky

I want to believe

Show me what we lost on the ground

——-

Hang in there love

You’re not out of battery

They said we could be the change

you and I

The

Pendulum swings

Cracking both sides

Now

All and all

fallen angel

We make the progress

In the end

But is that enough to ease our mind

Is that enough to help us sleep at night

——

All of these things we’ve been chasing

When it feels like

We’ve been drifting

——

Shine a light out in the darkness

Be the change you thought we left behind

reach a hand out

To ease our troubled minds

News

I will be at 33 in Fort Payne

Wednesday

5:30 to 7:30

For Pasta and Poetry

Come out and enjoy a plate

And have a blast

I love pasta

And I love poetry

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Linda Arthur will be coming out as well to play music

If you’re not familiar with her work

You will really be in for a treat.

See you there!

Star Dust

And they told her

Love was supposed to hurt

And so she accepts the pain

And they told us we were made of star stuff

But then they showed us stars burning out …

And so she accepted the disappointment

And I wondered

If anyone ever told us …

If I ever told you

So I’m going to tell you

If she’s not having fun

If she’s not in to it

Then it’s not cool

But if you love her

And read her like Brail

Making poetry from the

Lines of her body

In the light

If you make a safe space for her

To open up

She will come undone

And she will burn with a fire

And a heat so high

It will fill all the hours

And

It will bring stars back to life

And you

You will be useless for anyone else

Because she will have you

body and soul…

But keep in mind

This Love is rare

And it has been said that only gods make love with a love like that