The wind

the rain

the sun

Are my teachers.

I walk among the ageless cedar

Observing the way of the beaver.

The galaxies and stars

Are my fathers’ map

guided by along

The less traveled, seldom trodden

Path.

I discern an ancient tale of woes spoken in the cryptic caws of crows

Who witness a world of

Ever change

Never less

the same

The grasping

Nevermore

to gain

Rising, collapsing.

The dawn of days

first born Hills rejoicing

Mountains leaping toward the sky

Came the vain pursuit of man

To find his means to satisfy

His bulging and corrupted-

Covetous eye.

I’ve seen the tower, babel

Thrust toward heaven high

Collapse

Returning to a mound of futile efforts dashed

laden beneath Millennias

of strata

and ash.

I see God as he holds his sign.

Torn and tethered

raw knuckles

To

Black fingernails.

Written in Bold letters:

Anything helps.

Waiting to be noticed.

Hoping to be seen.

A coin for sustenance

Acknowledgment

Traded for a

meal of dignity.

And to set the

Privileged captive free;

Bound to his fleeting comfort

and luxury.

Remember me when it’s dark out, when the fog rolls up onto your clear window and laces it with it’s cold breath.

Remember me when you’re rolling around in your bed and you just can’t seem to find comfort in the warm sheets.

When you find the strength to lift your heavy anchor of a body out of your resting place, I hope you’ll remember the way we used to play.

And when you’re blindly leading yourself to the kitchen, to make some strong, milky coffee,think about how I filled your life with more energy that any cup of coffee ever could.

But just as I plead for you to remember our early mornings,

our body heat and how our cups were filled with more than just coffee,

I plead myself not to forget.

But how could I ever forget you ?

Or how I found complete comfort inside your arms, it felt as if I could escape everything when you held me .

How could I ever forget how you’d roll over, eyes still shut, with this big smile on your face and pull me closer.

It would be a shame if I forgot how we tugged at the warm blankets or how you allowed me to cover your body with mine.

It would be a shame.

Remember me in your darkest times, when the tunnel is so draped with shadows that you can not even imagine a form of light.

Remember me in your happiest hours, the hours where you can’t imagine life without laughter and music.

But most of all, please remember me in the moments when you’re just passing through life.

When you’re grabbing a cold glass of water or when you find yourself complaining  about a movie you don’t like .

Please remember me when you’re driving in the dark and catch yourself staring at the moon..

I cannot ask you to love me for forever,

I cannot ask you to wait for me,

I know it’s not easy,

But all I ask of you , is please

Remember me .

Forged in cold.

The subzero temperatures

Break apart the fabricated lattice.

Intially Counterintuitive,

But the chemistry reveals

A nanoscopic anomaly.

Most metals freeze

At lower temperatures;

Not Adam.

It shatters and fragments,

Creating fractures

Like a muscle.

Adding heat allows

For the bonds

To reform a solid matrix.

Once splintered by cold,

Adam coalesces

In everyday warmth.

once upon a razor's edge

a suicidal window ledge

depression razed a fertile hedge

another soul from life to dredge

in vacant eyes, teardrops glistened

darkness wound through tunnel vision

silence bound, with none to listen

the scalpel drew a deep incision

as crimson flowed across the sedge

a bitter vow, a mournful pledge

depression razed a fertile hedge

another soul from life to dredge

the way

your words

wash over me

not unlike

the windswept sea

and like the tide

when it goes out

I know

you’ll take

a piece of me

The Sisters

September 14, 2024

I’ve had two loves in my life

Both were sisters

Both were wrong for me

But that did not stop me from loving both

Not at the same time

The first one was twelve years older than me

The second one was six years younger

They could not have been any more different

Serious, brunette, business minded

Carefree, blonde, spontaneous

The characterization fit the stereotype

And I was on the outside looking in

Time to choose

One sister

One choice

Forever

I’ve had two loves in my life

Both were sisters

Both were wrong for me

Or, perhaps I was wrong for the both

in these tiresome shoes and the wisdom of dormancy-

felines and plundered dreams -

all surround the elixir of forgotten and tomorrow some

fortitudes in musky waters -

sanguine little bird whirling

around lesions silled in

red bricks

standing in oblivion

to krakatoa and orlando

exits and brexits

bullets and rowdy

orbits that sanity cuttles upon

Love's visage is a most sacred and sagacious sound

Inspired by false credence in the tender night,

Unconsecrated devotions rise all around,

Enveloping faith surmounts then flails midst starlight

Pious, nonsacred streams of moonlight beams

Caress sweetly unsuspecting sanguine dreams

Woven with a guise of sanctimonious means.