Then There Were Two – Original Poem

Sketches in the sand washed away
A ballerina tip toes across the stage to an audience of one
The performance of a lifetime to the one that matters

Then there were two

Another year has passed
Winds of change have sent shivers down this aging spine
Twelves months; three hundred and sixty five days; five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes

Another year has passed
Some saw escape in failed suicide
Others found solitude in being alone

Love was gained and lost, but never forgotten

Then there were two

The highest mountain peaks journeyed
Depths of the ocean base realized
In a time when we need to feel again; discovery

In their childhood dreams they rediscovered the meaning of love
A fantasy world where Romeo and Juliet lived happily ever after
Where the princess and prince rode across the sand in white horses

Then there were two
Now, seeing the world from a different angle
Ones sunrise, is the others sunset

A year has passed since my last reflection
I still see her
Across the room; the only vision in a room of hundreds
She smiled that secret smile
She would be mile and I hers

Without a word spoken, our destiny was narrated in the stars
In a dress made from the lining of an angels skin she stood calling for me

A year has passed
I still see her, faintly

In just a few hours, letting go to another year
A symbolic leap
A gesture of acceptance
A chance for the phoenix to rise again

Then there were two

Tonight we dance
The dance of life
At the end we will rest our weary heads
Dream of love and begin a new day

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True Friend – Original Poem

Good friends, true friends are hard to come by
We are lucky to find one or two in a lifetime
The rare bond stronger than blood held on by the quest to find inner happiness and meaning

To you, I say thank you at the top of my lungs with the colors of love

You see inside me and break through the walls
The barriers of thick emotional glue that separate the harsh realities from the vulnerable core of the soul

You touch me with unspoken words
Heartfelt outreaches
Unselfish dedication

You listen
In laughter and fears, hope and tears
Most of all, never let go

A friendship like yours is born from the stars
Mystical beings dressed in white with wings stretch out their hands to bring us together

You complete my thoughts
You soften my pain
In an instant, calming the senses anxious for answers

In my darkest hours; the most dismal times, when all others spoke with their feet, you stood strong

A rock in a foundation of quick sand

As I sunk to the pits of the unknown virtues of evil,
One hand
One heart
Held me up
Helped me see a glimmer of light in the darkness

Turning a life without direction to a journey of hope

A friend like you is a precious stone in a cave of blackness
One shiny hint from the corner
Just enough illumination to lead me to you

True friendship is acceptance
True friendship is love

I say to you now for the world to hear, I love you
Forever friends

Lost Youth, Homeless Retreat – Original Poem

Do children fantasize about living on the streets when they grow?
Cold and alone under the comfort of a bridge
Dirty and lost
Unable to recognize their own reflection

Beneath theĀ  dirt and stubble once stood a promising young boy
Zesty and silly with the fruits of a life at his footstep

An astronaut he would be
A baseball star to millions
A world traveler with only the wind to guide the sail

On the playground they laugh
Surrounded by friends and the safety of the bubble of youth
Waiting in the wings, proud parents, smiling

They are the future
The promising leaders
The innovative changers
The idea makers
They will make us proud

Now drunk and hungry they lie shivering
Torn clothes found behind a dumpster
The final piece of meat off the bone of a chicken already worked over by a swarm of flies
A wet blanket, their only material possession
The taste of blood off his cut leg his only meal

All they have is time

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Time to ponder
Time to regret
Time to forget

Blocking a life gone wrong is not an option
Reality is his enemy
Fierce, raw and filled with pain

The child is gone now
The future is dark

The only rest will come under the nameless tombstone
Void of visitors
Void of love

The Purpose is You – Original Poem

I love you
Every part of you

Each place I visit, I see the laughter, the tears, the heartbreak
On this bench I sit
I see a magical journey of memories played in sequence on this grassy stage

You thought I was searching for an ideal; a perfect mold of love, both spiritual and physical
It was a manifestation of a child’s dream and a romantic storyline
It clashed with a harsh reality

I held those ideals close

Love is everything
Over and over I repeat those words

We are born to love one another
Fate, signs all pulling us closer like gravity

Compassion for one another is the center of existence
The birth; the foundation; the purpose

It is the beliefs we hold so dear; the truths evident only from the heart; the actions that take us from imagination a world of possibility

You are that dream, written by a young boy
Now grown up, seeing a world before him and knowing his path

I need to be with you
Right now
If not now, I don’t know when

We let life cut us
We bled
We bled together

Now it is our time to heal
I need you

Alone and Disabled – Original Poem

I lied to you
I am disabled
A reject of society
Sworn to this motionless bed of distress

Young lovers frolicking in the grass plains
Children building sand castles and giggling as the waves wash away their creation

I drank from the cup of our passion once; drunk and so complete
Now I sit alone rooted into the ground
I cannot move
Nor feel you in my heart

Disabled and turned away
The sign reads no longer welcome

This house now collapsed
I rummage through the rubble to recover lost memories
A scrapbook, a photo album, a note

Gone
Gone
Gone

The pond is dry now
To whet the appetite for life is now but a dream
A premonition buried in the darkness of a gloomy future

I reach to feel something
Someone, perhaps
For a momentary speck, I am alive
I can walk

Walking turns to running
Running into your welcoming arms

It was a mirage
A spectacle of Broadway proportions

No open arms
No skin to skin embrace

Just this chair
Alone and disabled

Like a bird condemned by the devil
I sit still looking up to the endless sky

This is Heaven – Original Poem

It’s my moment in the sun
This is heaven the way it is supposed to be
Breathing life into a new world begun

We are prophets; we are servants; we are equal
We are one

This is heaven
The ocean caressing my toes with the the bath water of a million living things kissing through the pores to my soul
The sun runs its fingers down my back with the warmth of its rays
Leaves tickle me as they dance to the Earth’s base

This is heaven
This moment
In an absolute explosion of unexplained magic we witness the collective embodiment of perfection

A child looks up to his mother
Sparkling eyes, arms open wide
Extending for that moment when two become one

A young lover
Vulnerable
Scared
In love
He sees the girl; confesses with a sonnet
Rejoices in two souls spiritually connected

This is heaven

Music from the heart of a dreamer races in the wind generously filling the ears of many
It is a harmony of all things connected
Grains of grass whistle
Tigers roars like the beat of the drum
Birds charm a woodwind of melody

This is heaven
Our place
Our time

With deliberate purpose we find a path
Marked with the past, cleared for the future

I am you; you are me
We are infinite

I share this place with you

This is heaven
This is home

How beautiful it all is