The Patchwork

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Here sits a wood and leather box
inside which lies a treasure.
I keep it there, for it’s not often needed.

The wind, on this blue night,
is howling like a banshee,
sad voices carried on it.

i must be careful not to project your shadow
onto this new voice.
it wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be fair.

o grayblock razorwired mother,
what secrets does your ancient womb sequester?

Tell me darling, how do I let
This patchwork heart of mine
Love and warm this soul –
Is it passed or is it time
For me to love with
This patchwork heart of mine?

I swim in the salt sea of time,
submerging my soul in the soft swirling
currents of safety

The famished man almost faint with shock ,of hearing this price of the potato chips,and ask the Cashier," what are you trying to pull slick? " The price on the bag is $2.00."

In The United States as a person travels across the country, they will realize that objects are referred to by different names in different parts of the country .

Relationships spin round and round,
some time emotions are up,
some times there down.
A potter’s wheel never spins perfectly level.

we stand across the chasm,
occasionally glancing at each other,
and howl like wounded animals.

If you must mask yourself or play pitiful to appear appealing,
acceptable, accessible, what happens, then,
when the authentic self appears?

She begged please
Touch me slowly
Tenderly
Gently handle the invisible
Bruises that still
Stain my heart
Give me time to
Feel completely
The love you are offering
Your gentle spirit is
At once comforting and
Ye…

T
“Do you know what my Fifteen year old daughter ask me to get her for Christmas?”