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Heaven Knows

What triggers the alarm for me

Is the long lost law of infinity

That shines in your eyes

When you wake from sleep

And you’re countless conscious

fathoms deep.

It’s no surprise

The tide will rise,

And heaven knows

How hard I tried. . .

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In Response

johnny my computer saved your password. i’m sorry but you won’t answer any of my phone calls or text me back, i’m scared that your phone is turned off. no one knows where you are, you could be in new york by now, and we need to know where you are so we can ge you some help, you don’t want to do this johnny, you are loved, maybe you hit a bump on the road but that is not a reason to do this, you need to come home so i can take care of you. all of your cats miss you and they need to see you, i can tell their worrying about where their daddy is, they need you. johnny, things seem so dark around you because you are made of light and you make shadows everywhere you go. every one who knows you knows. i need you even though you say that i am selfish maybe i am. don’t hate your self because i love you and god loves you so much, i know there are lots of people here who care about you too. this would be easy if you were still around but you went and ran away and now we don’t know where you are or where your going or if your already dead or still alive. i want you to be alive, i pray all day that you are. its not too late. i am here just waiting for you. you can have a future. we will take care of your teeth and whatever else needs to be fixed. just please come home johnny. i’m sorry for doing it this way but i didn’t know of any other way, i love you i love you i love you i love you forever and ever and ever and me long enough to hear your voice.



Don’t worry, I’ve already called her.

Maybe I’m the one who’s being selfish. It’s so hard to tell these days, but this attempt to get my attention opened my eyes. “Things seem so dark around you because you are made of light and you make shadows everywhere you go.” That is very beautiful. In fact, I cried.
I had convinced myself I hated everyone and everything. Myself most of all, and for good reason. I abandoned the people who love me. I abandoned my pets. I seriously considered murdering someone. I acted compulsively in so many ways. How can I forgive myself? Maybe I won’t. Maybe I can’t.

But Janine has somehow found it in herself to do so. I’m turning around. I’m going home. Though technically I don’t have a home anymore. I’m in debt half a house to a friend and I can’t expect him to simply give back the keys. Janine will let me live with her, though I don’t see how she trusts me with her kids. I would never hurt them, but some of the things I’ve said recently would make anyone raise questions. She either knows me too well or not at all.
I’m betting on too well.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I mean, I was all in on this whole homeless-or-death thing. I have no future. There are so many problems to address in my life.  I’m going to be a financial burden on a woman who has two children still living at home. I’ve got a rotten wisdom tooth and four cavities to see to, and hardly any money at all. And that’s just the surface. The very surface. The skin of the cherry on top. I feel guilt, but most of all love, because this beautiful woman is willing to share all these awful things with me.

So, no suicide today. If anyone’s curious as to what I was planning, I bought sixty of the one milligram klonopin at Kelle’s, and was going to pick up a good old fashioned bottle of Kentucky bourbon to was them down with. I was going to write a suicide note on paper, and duplicate it digitally (all while still sober, of course) to be posted an hour after I did the deed.
Talking about it now, makes me feel like a child. A child who spent thirty years not getting his way. A child running away from home. How much of me is that child? Too much. Years of therapy lie ahead. I might need to be admitted to an institution long term, but because of the way my mother died, I don’t think I’d be willing. Perhaps an intensive outpatient program, which consists of group therapy three times a week. I can swing that. Financially though? I’m not sure.

How many times I’ve lost hope, and regained it? How many times I’ve found hope, and lost it? This is all part of the cycle. I realize that now. Something has to change this time. Something. It reminds me of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King. I don’t want to give away the ending, but if you can make it through seven books you might understand what I mean.

I’m not proud of how I’ve acted, but I’ve made it available for all to see. If nothing else, I can be a study in mental illness. I don’t expect to hold any dignity here, and that’s okay. You either like reading my writing and/or poetry, or you don’t. I’ll try not to take it personally, if you can do the same.


Home in a couple days,

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I know she can’t help me
But I still hope it’s her,
Dressed in lace and ribbon
And knocking at my door.
An extra human presence
To relieve the loneliness,
Though heaven
And the sea nymphs know
Solitude is not my only mess.


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You’re beautiful
As a poem that writes itself.
As a monument that rights itself.
As a sacred candle that lights itself.
As a mirror image like myself.

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The Key

The stone door opens
As the key turns on,
Growling and rumbling
As it moves along.
I must have been
In that room for days,
But compassion, they say
Is only for the strong.

I carry here
This sacred key that
Only one with a heart
Could truly see.
It unlocks the door to
The deepest pain,
But compassion, they say
Is only for the brave.

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Your words are so
They always make me feel
Like seeded arid land
Finally exposed
To the rain.

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One Night Soon

One night soon
We’ll hold each other
In promised secrets
One by one.
I’ll wrap my words around you
Long enough to fall apart
Before I’m lost again
In my mind.
Casting warmth to my secrets
Until the end of time.

One night soon
We’ll know each other
As if a wish could
Come to life.
So many years
I’ve searched for you
In empty life
Devoid of light.
I want you to love me
As any mother might.

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Beautiful Girl

Beautiful girl
How I’ve dared to remind you
Of my all consuming quest to find you.
Now that I have you
I can’t let go.
I’ll hold your heart. We’ll take things slow.
Give yourself to me.
Let’s dance before my fall.
A twist of a wrist and I’m your thrall.
Just promise me
You’ll still be there
With raw audacity enough to care.
It’s all so unlikely
But a man can dream
While a woman tears him apart at the seams.

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Too close

Too close would mean
Saying Where I’ve been
What I’ve done
The things I’ve seen.
If you can’t tell,
I would rather
Lose myself
In your angelic rings.
I’d prefer to
Be lost
In the time we spend.
I know me
And I’d rather
Not return there again.

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Fingertips trickling oozing butterflies
Around the corners of my pages’ spine
Upwards and on through my ceiling tiles
Spraying sparkles into heaven’s vast
And empty
Original movements.
All I can feign to do
Is scrawl sickly poetry
About you, and your fingertips
That paint pictures splattering
Pollock-style bliss.



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