Full dark No stars The mind is lost When Love is blind The night is down She took me to Venus With tea in her room I’ve tried to get to you You tried to figure me out She said she’s got to get out a new scene A new town Everything changes When everyone stays the same —— Full dark No stars The night is down New streets New names But you’re still you Is it really better now —— I’ve got to get to you I’ve got to get to you The mind is lost When love is blind Is it really better now Is it really better now
Her kiss Stays in the lungs Her touch becomes your shadow This weather sticks To your clothes Earth to your shoes and the rain Drives a drumbeat Into this town —— The wolves are circling the blind, blind and innocent Ready to feed Ready to be Believing as they see Every self help receipt As a homecoming —- Are you Ready Ready my child To be free Self work Is a hunt The hunt Isn’t cheap —— Sun and Moon in my sky The women in my life They’ve touched deep Keeping to the woods Shaded by the potions they keep —- Ohh my love My love My lovers Can’t you see The way nature moves Keeping with the night A language That must be taught And yet discovered My poetry Runs deep Like the water over this earth Her potion She keeps Like hell and earth A matter of means —-/ But oh my my The wolves are circling Every thing is not as it seems There is the hunt And the hunted Keep the fires burning Or let it die But move my soul Move move move my soul Learn to call into the night The language Of the earth And the body These bones —— Oh my lover, She is not yours to own She is not a trophy To keep But she has the night And she will be She will be free
The space for you… The rituals The beginnings The books, the prayers, the happiness, There are so many celebrations For beginnings… Prom College Marriage Children Careers Home —— And yet —- Endings ——- We stumble through It can go on for years Love letters And cakes Easter egg hunts on sundays Turn to words That shadow our thoughts Like the echo of sirens in the city There is hurt here… That we all have felt Familiar Ache and Loneliness But we are not alone You are still you You are still whole You deserve a ritual for this ending You are my relationship This community share —— She said she wanted to be happy and loved and not sad She wanted all the things … She had tried prayer She had tried meditations She had tried it all —- Maybe, she said, maybe, sadness, is just as big in us, as happiness, maybe endings, are just as big as beginnings, knowing when to let go, when to be gentle, when to leave, When to just sit with it… Get to know it And us Like Jimmy Stewart and Harvey —— Maybe we try to hide these parts of ourselves, because … It says there is hurt here There is ache here When, by all appearances Things should be well… Whatever that means… She said She did all the right things And she still feels alone …. We have children, telling us what true love is… Religion telling us to wait The physical act, Something so powerful and so insignificant … It keeps us from knowing such a deep part of ourselves… And our daughters our children Are loved badly In the beds of lovers who don’t even know…
I thought about how l have surely hurt Trying not to hurt … How I’ve held to words that hurt me … And tried to be colder Because it is all so legal The ending… Cut down to a signature And a transaction … And in other ways so religious But none of it human None of it Just says Here, I feel you, I’m here with you, And when you mess up trying to navigate this, I will still be here… —— I wanted a love that was giving the last warmth … The last ember… on the coldest night … After a lifetime of knowing me… Of knowing there is nothing left for me to give… There is no surprises hidden… No potential… No lessons left for you to teach me How to “be.” “Oh you’re interesting. Oh I’ll show you all about this.” I wanted to be a safe space Where you can rest… Where you can end Where you can begin again… —- Because You are whole You are still you It may feel selfish To cry To say goodbye But how grand it is To know, That you have danced That you have given space For someone else’s dance For someone else’s prayer And breakfast For someone to rest And see their god From your porch For someone To be able to say goodbye So they can begin again.
It’s national poetry month, I’m thankful, For so much, I think the older I get, The more I understand the need for quiet peace For solitude I’m thankful for writing For art I’m thankful for friends I’m thankful for a career That enables me to pursue my art And supplies associates like me, with the tools we need to level up. Not only with benifits but with off time, Vacation time, Vaccines, healthcare, raises, retirement, training and goal setting, I got vaccinated today, I work in a major city, I’ve seen everyone so burned out I just hope I hope I hope you level up I hope you reach your goals I hope you dream in art I hope you make the art you dream of I hope you continue I hope you continue Calmly Quietly Succeeding And winning But mostly Living Living and loving I hope You win I hope we all do And why shouldn’t we? What else is there? -E Regardingsamuel.com
She says she’s getting out She’s had enough Every week We work from sun up to sun down Try to hide these scars Here in the 256 Just trying to get enough enough of you It’s real To live on and live without —- We’re real —— It takes whatever we have left Back roads and memory Dream and a nightmare Coming back in She’s Kicking it in the 256 The train slows Just trying to get by Second hand help doesn’t reach down here It’s just us Reaching for these skies Have you ever heard the mountains cry? We’re on fire tonight It’s just us In the valley tonight We will survive We will survive Kicking it out here in the 256 -E Regardingsamuel.com Written at vintage 1889 2021
I’m leaving the table These star signs Didn’t leave me anything I’m casting my cards In the fire All that’s left Is smoke and desire And maybe All it feels like is Pain I can’t drink this away Maybe Our best days are ahead of us I’ll stake my claim My name I walked in here With this pain This hurt This curse This shadow on my back I’ve had enough of that I’ve had enough of that I know this curse hurts The worst I’m leaving the table Cast these cards in the fire Smoke and desire —— What words ? What words did you want me to say? Ho! I’m not some Holy Ghost But there is a third party here I’ll be dammed If it’s not fear What words? Did you want me to say? Our best days Are ahead of us … Still ahead of us… I walked in here I’ll walk out With my name My zip code My best days My best days ….
-E Regardingsamuel.com Written at vintage 1889 2021
I pulled the root out I burned the ends of the rope I carry the words That hurt The memory Like compost Made of cigarette ash Inside of me ——- I try to think long term To make a plan To have a vision ——- Back and forth I scrolled With my hesitation Like a newsfeed Time, Years slipped like sand Into eternity I watch the storms I settle here Like the earth I sleep Praying Praying To just be Something Better Something other than this This fractured – I hate this – ache This selfish – pain This – hurt I walked in here I will walk out I will not be here I will not die here —- I will sit with myself What is it I am trying to say What is it I am feeling What is it I want to leave behind —— What is it Who am I Never again Never again Never again —— The single note Rings From the piano in the attic It echoes One note Solitary Solitary Solitude -E
Bring all of the broken pieces to light, are we doing alright? Empty inside…. Like all of these open roads… Detached, Religions said to deny what’s inside, Culture said conform and get in line… We can’t feel what’s left to – We all keep – caving…. Empty vessels …. Out on these open roads —— There has to be some kind of beauty Some kind of lines worth writing Were we not shaped by light? Held by truth? Grown by love ? By love My love My love Love… Around these open roads This house is burning all of these broken pieces … We used to be fighters but now We feel so empty Detached from any identity Any kind of sense of self Worth saving… Were we not shaped by light Held by truth Grown by love By love My love My love Love… —— All is fair in love and war —— Hold to me through your night Until you’re doing alright It’s just open roads It’s just memory And sensory It’s just time In that jar of sand You are light You are eternity And everything is passing But you are beginning You matter You are all the borders to the ocean You are the depths we haven’t seen yet The quilting to the universe You are identity Autonomy Beauty And hope …. You are beginning…. Just beginning…
