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A hazy blue willow

Is perched at my window

Brushing and swaying and lovely as gold

Her leaves and her colors last seasons of cold

In this world of prayer, flesh, and bone

To your branches my love, my prayers have flown

For this caged bird longs for you to be home

You know, the willow has always been for me

My favorite tree, towering with life

I suppose there’s another willow waiting,

A willow that is meant for me

Or perhaps one day this finch will fly

through the trees, deserts, and sky

And one day your branches I‘ll find

And go, returning home 

To my hazy blue willow

Here in the sun

Life is surely sweet

An evening with sickness

Turns me humble and meek

Here in the sunshine

I sit and think
One day soon

I will be without sleep

And all’s left is a bag of cheezits

A full tank of gas

One deep breath away

One more side of the same old record

Oh to be alone once again

Here I go, once again, a wanderer 

Yes, I do

Your sunburnt grin

My shackled cling

When you asked me again, 

How long is forever

Finally, an answer we cannot agree

And now into disgust we sublimate

No longer friends, nor lovers, 

Now no more than disgruntled neighbors

Who prefer not to speak

And pretend the other has never existed.

Yes, I do

Still believe in forever, because the soul

Is eternal

One day, I would love you to see this

Infinity.

I stopped brushing my teeth today. 

I wish you would notice. 

Instead you're still there, detaching from our world. 

I know we've had our conversations, 

but the one you needed most, 

how are your kids?

What life used to fill your eyes? 

Before you blew into this white room, 

chasing the sun, like a moth.

I stopped washing my hair today, just like you had.

I hoped you would notice. 

Instead, I see I am too late, 

And that brief glimmer of love in your eyes, 

Was used somewhere else. 

Perhaps to your sister, or someone passing by.

Now your are burnt, burnt and dry.

I stopped exercising today, just like you have. 

Maybe you would notice. 

I realize that sometimes, 

your thoughts are the same as mine, too.

These same questions I ask every day. 

You will never know

How much they mean to me.

Maybe one day we can both feel the sun, 

Wash our hair, and go for a run.

I have a feeling I will run alone, 

But somehow you will be with me, 

Far from our home. 

Come again

For some reason, your words never resounded

Perhaps a signal my receptors

Still are unequipped to recieve

A murder of crows begin to flee

By our own mistakes we deepened our connection

Distant lovers then and always

You always made the better choices

And the worse mistakes

Now I sit and wonder where God has His place

Until I find Jesus, or another to numb this passing rain

My colors are blunted, forever a friend

How absolutely stupid, I wish you

Come again. 

A dreary sulk coats my face

My gaze is gray

Again these chilling droplets collect

And coat the face.

All is same, just a bit slower

Drifting you in and out my slumber

Shaking me shivered, the winter waves

Crash, and that fishy mist coats my face.

How could it be

I am here alone again.

To do so much for someone

And I am late for dinner. 

We will all 

Walk down this aisle 

An insidious saunter

A guilty guile

Each step takes

To the cadence of shatter

Our hearts once whole,

But here, they do not matter

Step after step, to receive our methadone

Or under an arch to our recieve our betrothed 

In line to collect supper from an unfamiliar kitchen

We will all take steps

There is no cure of forgiveness

Pray for solace

In this world, only God listens. 

A stay in Denver

Will strike like beads of sweat

Forgotten elements of America's derelict

Her buildings scorched by the desert sun

Inside, her people cool when the rivers run

There are many here you will see

From cultures forgotten, banded together

A collective strife which unites us in Gotham

In this world there are still many hostiles

At least together we sit, and eat tacos. 

Is dissapointment 

A matter of time?

Quintessentially special,

Tarnished once shaken from the vine.

Here in the land of spiders silk so clever

We explore her trails, earth's divine

Stories emerge from her soil forever

Collapsed from her beauty, virginity 

I tested the wheels -- they were good.

I was sure I could do it. There and back, thats all. No one would know, only question how my speed to the NMR facility was unparalleled. 

Crystal tube in one hand, 150 micro liters of deuterated DCM. In the other, my space ship. 

It was a blast, action packed on the way there. The scare our unwieldy travelers express when my wheels hit the concrete signals the start.

With precious cargo beyond their wildest dreams gripped in my palm, seemingly weightless, and invisible, the crystal in the Florida sun. 

A smooth pattern of clunks gliding through time space over the newly poured sidewalks.

Things were a blast -- until I picked up the wheels. 

The battle was over, the samples were run, and back in the lab no one knew what adventure had begun.