Prodigal Sun

my heart beating
myself up and
at em for another day
of trying to be success-full
of life, liberty and pursuing
happiness with... her
absence from me
myself and I
wonder if I can trust
and comfort the survivor
series of events leading
the blind swordsman
without even a blade
of grass between his bare feet
from what he most desires
to be ensconced,
surrounded by loving, caring
about his well-being
without a soul
full of laughter, honest and true
to words
smithed by talented wrights
and wrong time of day light saving
myself for the return of the prodigal
sun lighting the Darkness
and shadow creatures...


10:36a
12/9/12

Morning Coffee

I serve her

coffee every morning

waking, prepping, watching

her sleep peacefully

unaware of me

and my struggle

to keep her

happy with us

being us still

being separate entities

connected in ways

defying simple classification

as “friends,” “lovers”

of common things

given uncommon significance

by experiences shared

between man, woman

-child of circumstances

beyond her control

of me weakened

by distance, time

to man up

to the required

Universal bar set

with bloody maries

trying to drown

in sanguine sippage

from venerable veins

of golden goodness

emanates like sun

chasing the darkness

within us both

not wanting this

change to happen

to good people

who only want

happily ended stories

told to hide

in ignorance’s bliss

easily shattered, priceless

treasures, Dragon hordes

only the best

for divine tribute

from the acolyte

of the complex

pantheon’s a mystery

with no solution

to the puzzle

of complete absolution

from previous sins

in previous situation

getting so thick

like mama’s gravy

slathered on biscuits

of cheddar fluff(iness)

the perfect compliment

to the rock

of heart’s petrification

showing fossilized markings

from ancient civilization

lost to primal

beasts with urges

to be untamed

by harsh rei(g)ns

of die-hard habitual

mistakes were made

cast in gold

bells once rung

cannot be un-rung

un-announcing the time

waits for none

regardless of claim(ed)

power to change

for the better

man will win

what he deserves

to be served

on a platter

like hot sex

haikus written collectively

archived conversations kept

in a chest

with no heart

to do anything

but serve her

coffee every morning.

4:09p

12/2/12

(untitled)

“I can feel your energy from two planets away…”

Did you really think I wouldn’t know?

How much you hurt,

the need,

feel the tears on our pillows?

Even when I slumber

I can feel you *nuzzle* me

Seeking something akin to comfort

Something you know you’ll find.

I know things are rough right now

And I’m more than willing to be your port in the storm…

A shelter from the world at large

It is part of a Daddy’s duty to protect his little one, right?

Keep the “monsters” away (except those three…)

Never forget where home is,

And I will never forget to leave the light on for you,

My precious daughter.

5:39p

***for those who are wondering, the quote is Kendrick Lamar's "Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe"***