Thank You

The Passion fine art nude oil painting

The flame inside

Reignited!

by a you I will never have

Is it enough the flame was lit?

Guess I either drown it out or

Take it

Well, I guess it don’t have to be you

But see Life can be a little cruel

In the way She spins her shadowy web

Light glinting off her teasing edge

Promises, promises – the devil’s breath

But, then again…

I learned a lot from you, my stranger-friend

Doubt you’ll ever know the True Effect you had on me

And so it is –

And so it be —

We all go on Not Knowing

Who we touched

Or just How Much

But this is my way

Of saying Thank You

Maybe in another life

It will be you

In a different way

Tangibly

(Oh to have you tangibly!)

Or maybe…

Maybe This was all that was ever meant to be

Though I confess

I wish I could tell you Everything

But at least I can tell you This:

And hope Somewhere Inside you feel it —

My heart-felt, soul-felt

Thank You

Gray Field

gray

I am Uh-lone

Lost in a dry, gray field of it  —

Emptiness

Draping over me like a long, invisible cloak from head to toe

Offering nothing

Causing the kind of pain only Nothing can bring

Shocking

A great, dark, Impersonal

Void

One can only scream silently for so long,

alone

I am so totally Uh-lone

Sharp in my sobriety

That the masses lack

Preferring to believe that

“It’s all love and light, baby, love and light”

Bullshit

I don’t know your experience and you do not know mine

I only know that we can try

To understand –

And we’re lucky if we can –

Or find someone who really wants to

Who does not run away shrieking from our carnivorous pain

The way I hypocritically do

I never could relate

To those who haven’t been to hell…

To those who aren’t awake

 

Fly

Break the hex and run girl

Fly out into darkest night

With your feathered black wings

Shining black-blue in moonlight

Lift yourself out of this quicksand tar

Cut it off you

With anything you can grab

Gnaw it off you

If you have to

You do

Anything it takes

To break free

To leave this world behind and fly, fly

Fly…

The Puer

puer

He is all good looks and empty promises

Dripping with charm and warmth and dimpled smiles

Hugging everyone

Making you feel so special

But

Something inside him is not quite right

He don’t know that you see it

But you see it —

You won’t get pulled in the way They all do

With his unwavering brown eyes

That Way he looks at you –

Oh, I know – he’s looked That Way at me, too

His game is old

A poor peter pan boy,

Lost

Covered by this outer-seeming confidence

An actor playing a man

You meet his gaze

Wordlessly say —

I see right through you

Move along

I don’t need an actor

But a man

And with that, the puer is on to the next…

Because a real man takes a challenge willingly