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Seasons Changing – 5/20/16


Time passes when you let it. Stuck hanging in previous seasons – losing all meaning and sense of mindfulness.

Not even sure I saw this years spring bloom.

Granted, it happens overnight here in Minnesota. Ice thaws. Frost ridden leftovers of a cold, chilled heart melts. Traces of blood still all too visible in what should be a pure process. What the fuck kind of genetically modified monstrous food will this tainted water allow the soil to garner?

Spring is here and I still can’t tell.

Still can’t see beyond the thick brush of thorns, ragweed and the few lilies blooming between dandelions.

What good is a garden that just won’t grow?

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Seasons Changing – 5/20/16


Time passes when you let it. Stuck hanging in previous seasons – losing all meaning and sense of mindfulness.

Not even sure I saw this years spring bloom.

Granted, it happens overnight here in Minnesota. Ice thaws. Frost ridden leftovers of a cold, chilled heart melts. Traces of blood still all too visible in what should be a pure process. What the fuck kind of genetically modified monstrous food will this tainted water allow the soil to garner?

Spring is here and I still can’t tell.

Still can’t see beyond the thick brush of thorns, ragweed and the few lilies blooming between dandelions.

What good is a garden that just won’t grow?

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Bootiful – 7/19/2016


You got an ass that could eat up my nightmares and output my dreams.

Those tight, skinny, black jeans compliment your frame and every inch that’s between.

Content with your attempt, to lodge and indent that beautiful booty in my brain.

Girl, we all got the picture now I just need to know your name.

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Simpler Times – 7/10/16


Nothing wrong with being alone for a while.

You never have to force yourself to talk or fake muster a smile.

Solitary company.

Me. A hammock. Set between a sea of trees.

Leave worry on the hardened bark, and stress on the lush leaves.

Sometimes a swift breeze is all you need to put your mind at ease.

 

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Always Coming Back Home To You – 8/2/16


My city makes ’em pretty.

St. Paul. Where a dimes conversion rate exceeds 50.

Like the value rises once you cross the Mississippi.

For me, Minne girls can move way too quickly,

They tend to be risky, so crossing that river gets tricky.

Bridges join where our lips meet and dam currents into streams,

While the water between, though it’s not clean, helps filter the muck to see clear dreams of one queen.

Particularly a misses from my home, one that’s walked the same streets.

Robert. Smith. Wabasha. 7th. Summits peak.

They map the path of my hearts walls that contain helpless beats.

River seems to split it. Moving miles a minute. Broken and ripped like a tide that says quit it.

But I’d rather swim for a bit.

One dip,

And I wanna dive deep. Let the leak seep and the drips drop.

Maybe give this thing a shot like the damn safety was always gonna remain off.

You know, if I can’t breathe, I’ll just cough.

Desperate gasps, if there’s still water on the lungs, I forgot.

Evidence from drinking you in. Soaking like a sponge.
Worth the risk of drowning to taste the life on your tongue.

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Oil & Water – 1/4/16X1/27/16


(1/4/16)

The best things in life are worth waiting for.

The best things in life are worth fighting for.

We’ve waited.

We’ve fought.

Living, loving.

Together, apart.

Growing together, like intertwined vines, we show no sign of stopping.

Freezing, melting.

Waning, waxing.

We are who we are, forever our core properties.

We may weather and alter, really, feed off each other.

The process is a full with you.

Feel the complete cycle.

Freezing, melting.

Waning, waxing.

Forever our properties.

(1/27/16)

Explosive properties at best.

Learned we don’t mix.

Oil and water.

We scorched, we got hotter

Hotter than we could’ve thought of.

Awful caustic reaction.

You couldn’t get past it.

Nights joined on the mattress didn’t help patch us.

Full of too much. Too much love. Too much passion.

Too much. It’s blinding.

Sent you crashing.

Still gave it all, like who the hell cares what happens?

Moments repeat.

Replay in drifts like an arctic breeze.

Chilled by the thoughts, and froze without your body heat.

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Oil & Water – 1/4/16X1/27/16


(1/4/16)

The best things in life are worth waiting for.

The best things in life are worth fighting for.

We’ve waited.

We’ve fought.

Living, loving.

Together, apart.

Growing together, like intertwined vines, we show no sign of stopping.

Freezing, melting.

Waning, waxing.

We are who we are, forever our core properties.

We may weather and alter, really, feed off each other.

The process is a full with you.

Feel the complete cycle.

Freezing, melting.

Waning, waxing.

Forever our properties.

Explosive properties at best.

Learned we don’t mix.

Oil and water.

We scorched, we got hotter

Hotter than we could’ve thought of.

Awful caustic reaction.

You couldn’t get past it.

Nights joined on the mattress didn’t help patch us.

Full of too much. Too much love. Too much passion.

Too much. It’s blinding.

Sent you crashing.

Still gave it all, like who the hell cares what happens?

Moments repeat.

Replay in drifts like an arctic breeze.

Chilled by the thoughts, and froze without your body heat.

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Bargaining – 2/24/16


If she don’t want it, that’s okay.

You’ll find someone worth the world, someday.

No need to dwell on a young lady only trying to act her age.

Shoes on. It’s time to move on.

Just as far as she’s gone.

Quit sacrificing your value like your life is built off coupons.

Go beyond your budget,

Cause you only got one shot at now and you should love it.

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Bargaining – 2/24/16


If she don’t want it, that’s okay.

You’ll find someone worth the world, someday.

No need to dwell on a young lady only trying to act her age.

Shoes on. It’s time to move on.

Just as far as she’s gone.

Quit sacrificing your value like your life is built off coupons.

Go beyond your budget,

Cause you only got one shot at now and you should love it.

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Motions – 3/2/16


You’ll be gone soon enough. Reaching out to any she that will reciprocate. Plan on replacing you with her. One of them. Someone. Anyone.

It doesn’t matter at this point, so long as she plants kisses as softly as your lips did and grabs my shoulders like they weren’t always built to fit perfectly in your clutches.

Prior to you, felt like I was lacking romantically. Unable to commit. Stamped a cheater forever. You made me realize that wasn’t true. Showed me my potential.

Always gonna love you for that.

Always gonna miss waking up in your bed to your face. Was one of the few times it wasn’t covered in cover up. You’d smile. We’d kiss. Your lack of morning breath at first had me thinking you had been up for hours, teeth already brushed and day started while I silently slept next to your son.

You were calling him our son at the time. We didn’t correct him when he called me Mom. Weird that a month ago, I was a full fledged parent-and then it vanished like an Amber Alert that I don’t have a right to file or even follow up on. He’s not mine by blood. Never was. Blood didn’t matter. Wanted to treat him like a kid of my own regardless. 

Before we got involved, 8AM meant it was time to swap lines for bumps and beers for bloodies. Sunrise with you had me running to the supermarket to pick up breakfast sausage and pampers. I preferred that so much more. Not sure where we went wrong, but I’m always willing to go get more diapers..

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