Life is good.

Driving

through

the falling

Louisiana

Texas

Arizona

skies

and life

right now

is larger

than any

self

delusion

brought on

by sorrowful

routine,

life

right now

is good.

 

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Not so fiction.

Not

every

person

is meant

to

stay

in your life

forever,

but

that doesn’t mean

you can’t tell

their

story,

it doesn’t mean

they’re

not

a part of yours,

so be a dear

and change a name or two,

just don’t

spoil

the end —

they’ll know if you do.

This is me trying to be o.k.

I am trying to be o.k.

Thinking about young souls who’ve past.

Contemplating Cancer’s reasons.

Sometimes hearts just stop.

This is me, trying to be o.k.

Not that young anymore.

Grey hair no longer a curse,

but more of a blessing – there is beauty in age.

For now, I am o.k.

As for tomorrow, history

seems to shrug it’s shoulders

leaving me out of the loop.

And I’m o.k. with that.

This is me trying to be o.k.

 

 

The words I’d say to an unborn son.

If you’re not ready to let go,

then don’t.

Hold on as long as you need,

and then some.

These are words I’d say,

to an unborn son.

If it seems repetitive,

that’s good.

If it hurts in a hundred different ways,

it’s supposed to.

If you don’t want to smile,

let them see you frown.

These are the words,

I’d say.

Does it get easier,

at times.

Should you forget,

never.

Is it your fault,

no.

The words I’d say are these.

Life will kick your ass.

Love will break your heart.

Death will drug your senses.

With the strength of a mother’s love,

I would say.

You are your father’s child,

but make no mistake,

you are not your father.

Where the actual music begins.

Living life

like a Bright Eyes song

will only get you so far.

At some point

it’s time

to turn the music off.

That’s where

the actual music begins –

that’s when you sing, your song.

E major

works for me,

what works for you is not my business.