Lover's Lament

Lover’s Lament ( … )

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Oh, to lament in the land of
The loving ☺.
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To lay down in a bed of decadent delights - ,
Perhaps made of mortar and steel ^-.
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To let yourself divide / ,
Then reconstruct + and synthesize *.
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Is it assured? == A rational panic call
Is heard…

To luxuriate, …*ahhhhhhhhhhh* or learn,
(AHEM) Will be to discern.

**Oh**, to lament in the land of the loving,
Will bring wisdom and joy when it’s really your turn.
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On Fire

What’s it like to be on fire?

To be on top and lighting it up?

To rise on the heat that ascends intrinsically,

Without umph or emphasis.

With calm quiet,

Silent buoyancy.

With humility and grace, and modest fascination…



I ascend on a glimmering filament

Of hope and wonder.

Of curiosity and creativity.

I look for a crack in the slick flat stop

To get through to tomorrow, the next, the best.


We strive, We cry, We feel, We lose, We loose, We shiver, We quiver,

We never ever ever stop trying to get by.

Now is the time.

To take your next ride. And fly. And try.

Now is to rectify

The long lost days that have passed you by

To get moved and touched, and be sad, and be fond and enjoy

The well of maybe and the hole of how –

The easy lapped up by life and burned in a pyre of motivation


Good night to the girl,

The little young thing that loved you with all her heart because she didn’t know any better.

Good night to the asshole getting one step ahead and fooling everyone into thinking he’s prodigal by blood.


Good riddance to the glow, the know, the fragile tow

Of intention to attention – a step down, so the story goes…

But we are the light – those of us up at night

We are nailing down – when it is time to GO!!!!!

Chocolate Milk

3pm and school is out.
Sunshine, fresh air, and crackling leaves fill my senses
On the way to the bike rack.
The laughter of friends fills my heart as I race toward home.

I get to my apartment,
And open the door -
Key around my neck.
Time for homework and Space Quest.

By the time I reach level 5, Mom is home.
Cat, drink, sigh, sit, dinner.
Fried rice with broccoli and peas
Or macaroni and cheese with tuna and crackers.

Then off to the barn for an evening ride.
The sweet smell of hay
And the brushing and occasional click of hooves in sand
Create a stillness and strength in us.

As I ride round and round
Trying to impress my mother
She watches,
Leaning on the arena gate while she has a smoke.

Quiet, darkness, and cold.
Breath in the air and fingers stiff
We hop in the car
And head for home.

My eyes grow lazy and drift out of focus
As the street lights divide,
And pass overhead.
The tunnel turns everything strange shades of orange and green.

We’re home
And the car’s finally warm.
I don’t want to move,
But mom reminds me of my cozy bed.

Evening routine and chocolate milk.
Mixed carefully and cleanly
With deliberate preparation.
Sipped slowly at bedtime.

Nighttime reading
Tucked soundly and warmly
Into my clean soft bed.
Toe tugged.

With mother’s hum and bumble in the next room
I drift away
With innocence.
With peace.