It's Mourning

Its funny, times like these I'd lean to you
Cling to you
Now I sing to you
Cries of pain
I feel my mourning may never end
Before the reality of another day without you sets in
But then I remember the lessons you've taught
To have faith and worry not
You prepared me to withstand your loss
I hurt, oh how I hurt
And times I see more of your face
Than God's saving grace
But I know He is here
And when I think of that I know you're near
And then I see God's amazing grace in your face
In your smile
In our memories
In your hug
And I know I'll always feel your love.
I miss you.

Mas Tankas

These are the last ones I promise. I found them in my phone and needed to put them out there.

He's Calling

God sent a message
in white silk, like Charlotte's web.
It read, "Take heed son"
Though I saw it in my dreams,
it manifested today.

Fling

I remember now.
Fireworks and fireflies,
white dandelions
to you as sweet mementos
Summer fling until we fall.

The Flake (unfinished)

I would call you flakey
But the definitiveness of such a label
Would put you in a box that you would inevitably escape from
So I won’t group you into anything with any particularity
Since structure is such a rarity
You’re flakey like warm buttermilk biscuits
Like perfectly prepared grouper
Promises from a whino in a drunken stupor
Your flake knows no bounds
Crosses all color lines, religions and creed

More Tankas

Hangover

His walk has faltered
Into a tomb his soul falls.
How ripe fruit fades fast
Roosters no longer awake
the drunken man, his thirst does.


Root of this Rut

The somber mood of
these poems scare my woman.
She is fond of my
hands, which no longer caress.
They only secure my head.

Tankas

BREAK UP

I felt like a fool,
Like one-winged butterfly
something was missing.
I thought I found it in you,
I was green then, now i know.


UNWIND

Peaceful is the night,
when I hear the crickets play.
White shooting stars skip
in the sky taking away
the cares of the day.