Dear God,

     I can’t tell my grandson all about you,

          while bouncing him on my knee,

               so will you please lift him up into your lap,

                    and tell him a little about me?

                         Signed,

                              a lonely grandpa.

(for my Trip - Grandpa loves you little boy - forever...)    

And when I die, don’t let me perish,

Remember all my lively days,

Within your heart forever cherish,

The memories of my lovely ways.

When I return in form of spirit,

And whisper words against your ear,

Do not pretend you didn’t hear it,

Do not deny that I am near.

For in my life I saw it clearly,

My body soon would rest below,

The flesh eventually grows weary,

But not the everlasting soul.

I'm high

On you

On your voice

On the delivery

Of your smile

I'm high

On your scent

Drifting towards me

Of your beauty

In my eyes

In my nose

Into my soul

K.j.a. (c) 2017

i’d rather

hear you say

i'm nothing

than

hear you say

nothing at all.

i swear

i'll be beautiful

just give me a week

to show you my gums

bleed

burning

with regret, but

it's all i can see

this imperfect mirror

hiding

a perfect girl

watch my

confidence shrink,

watch my

bones unfurl, and

i swear

i'll be beautiful

just give me a month

to show you i've

won

three sizes

undone, but

i still can't have fun

this perfect mirror

hiding

an imperfect girl

watch my

flesh disappear,

watch my

apathy whirl, and

i swear

i'll be beautiful,

just give me a week

i swear

i'll be beautiful,

gums start to bleed, and

i swear

i'll be beautiful

just give me a month

i swear

i'll be beautiful,

three sizes undone, and

i swear

i'll be beautiful,

just give me a year

i swear

i'll be beautiful

when i disappear.

Dead flowers dress the rooftops

Of these final destinations.

Weathered trinkets mark the entrance

To these ancient habitations.

Stone monuments give tribute

In this soul depository.

Lay me down and let me bask

In their everlasting glory.

Surround me with the epitaphs

Of those who've gone before me.

Lift me up, give me strength,

And let me tell their story.

i wish i

could bring you flowers

in spring

but i

clutch a vase of

snow and dead leaves

of autumns i crave,

of winters i’ve saved

and summer is still

so far away

i wish i

could bring you flowers

in spring

but i

clutch a vase of

past memories

of pain we’ve designed,

of a love left behind 

and i 

can’t let go.