since he was eight years old, he longed to run away; to live another life, to find another way he got away, then, years ago, but has found out too late that running doesn't matter when you can't stop being eight
Yesterday’s Dock
As time comes back in waves, She stands on yesterday’s dock: But hearts don’t know of time, And grief doesn’t own a clock
To share is human:
Short Fellow
Out on the guided missile tour, The pillaged pithy stands; The path, a mighty mezzanine, A haunted shadowlands, And you and I were past the place Where couples even try To ransom back their courtesy Or interstratify
To share is human:
may or may not
morning in the evening happening in mourning lying in the sunlight perjury suborning wooden frame and rickets wouldn't you remember taking in the tickets halfway to november
To share is human:
I Grew Up in a Rut…
I grew up in a rut,
It’s all we could afford;
There wasn’t that much traffic, though,
And though we never soared
We learned to love the cool, cool mud,
Though yeah, a few things sucked:
Like all the noise and pressure from
The family being
Trucked
To share is human:
{ nobody remembers anything right }
the rainbow’s end is never found,
that wondrous sight that none can view,
since it is found within a place
where credit given matches
credit due
To share is human:
{ where the course is run }
It’s not about control,
or somehow optimizing
relationships through processes.
Instead, it’s realizing
that human people, all of us,
are flawed, imperfect creatures,
and that the course is run
out on the road, not in
the bleachers
To share is human:
{ mismatched love }
when love’s mismatched
two people see
the same things rather
differently
what feels to one
like life’s new birth,
feels to the other
drudgery
you learn both sides
of mismatched love,
and see how wide
feelings can swing:
while one feels nothing,
not at all,
the other, almost
everything
