Torn From The Root

All jesting aside, I'm feeling so lost without you, hour by hours. Sitting quietly in my studio, black lights all aglow. Squirming in my bathrobe, looking at your photo, drifting away barely afloat on the river of denial. A canyon in your head, black hole behind those eyes.

Wish me be the diver rising from the bottom of your sea. Leaving me inspired to write and create my newfound desires. Times find me with a computer for ink, and you my inspiration, destiny's hands lay hold such a fragile gift, the heart of a man disdained.

Awaken! Awaken twice, Awaken! Awaken first, once you throw off the mask that hides the wound, only a special gentle kiss can heal. But to reveal, but to be revealed! Oh, but do I dare reveal it to you.

Places that we have long forgotten, a funnel to use for our innermost thoughts, never verboten. It's comforting to see romantics, dreamers, quiet lovers streaking through the sunlight, energizing me.

Surrounded by people, day in and out, we still find ourselves all alone. Lonely, no one to understand what we are really all about. Wing right to the core, what makes us who we are. Not I, a pebble is worth a stone when working facades crumble away. An Academy Award deserved every day, just to make ends meet and keep our children out of harms way.

Trying to make a better life for them, than the ones we had since forgotten. Making amends, so many shortcomings, mistakes, all adversely affected them. Watching our lives and hopes of romantic love disappear in their growing smiles, shrinking minds, and selfish designs. Let's not forget to teach them being human comes with emotions to be cherished, not hearkened as vial. To be human is to stop and smell the roses awhile.

Blessed be, In life there will be those not left too shallow to see things, like taking time to stargaze, daydream, and stand unhurried in the pouring rain. A labor of love, all of us vying to be over indulged, but note, never, no never, to be rehabilitated...