#575
Don’t think,
don’t speak,
that’s ok
with me.
We’ll just feel,
let it flow,
where it goes,
is where we’ll go.
i don’t mind,
i’m quiet, still,
the road’ll twist,
as its ought to do
The sun will set,
the night will end,
and i’ll appreciate the colours,
of each bookend.
Oh take my hand,
hold me close,
for your the one thing in life,
that i have chose.
#576
Oh but the calming breath of your patience
how it nurtures, how it soothes,
a North Star, a fresh start,
a path forward for those confused.
#577
Another sweet
forgotten beach day,
children play in surf
in the distance,
and i appreciate,
the sounds of their laughter,
their glee, it compliments
the Sun, the heat,
the company of friends,
it’s a gift,
to softly bake in sunshine and sand
while the waves break across the shoreline.
it’s not home,
but i might stay.
#578
oh the luxury of toast
the wealth of honey
forgotten infinite pleasures
it’s deception, its sugar
sweeting grey days,
balancing my bitter black mud
and silent secondhand cigarettes
#579
Some days, no matter how i will it,
the words won’t come,
there’s nothing i can do to give you grace
for the transgressions you’ve made,
or where made against you,
no strings of syllables, no thoughtful sentences
mend the hurt, often they stir it,
but where my mouth, my pen may fail,
i pray my ears won’t fail me,
that my eye’s might telegraph,
i can only try, try to be a source of comfort,
try to forgive my own failures, when i cannot,
to try again tomorrow.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write