Job 42:2–3

Perhaps if I wasn’t me 

It would have hit deeper 

I suppose each leaf - falls 

Some fall with other and 

Some fall alone - yes each 

Has a story - only told when one 

Decides to unhook to drift 

Down  - alone or with others 

Doesn’t matter which and to me 

One falls flat - a heaven on earth 

With a bit of yelling and a hit or two 

Still a fundamental understanding 

That life is love 

My childhood wasn’t so kind 

Umbrage

I’m not kind 

I want to yell 

Not kind at all 

Not the kind to buy dinner 

Or slip dollar bills into hands 

Oh - I’ll stop for the dog or two 

Shoo the cats from the middle 

That’s about it now 

I realized I’m not kind 

And I have no duty to be kind 

Kindness is a skill I have overused 

And it in turn those who used me 

Instead I have learnt to adhere to the spirit 

Of doing what is necessary 

Then what is possible 

Which to most looks like I have done the impossible 

"Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible." St. Francis of Assisi (1182–1226)

Ok

It’s a rhythm really

Just when - I think I will never need to write again 

I get trampled

On - ohh it would be easy to step aside 

But that’s what I’m built for - there’s a 

Charm in there somewhere - I hope not 

To find it in my dreams - I am tired 

I must at least pretend for a bit more 

How much more - well that’s for another day 

Today I write only to be ok  

Chords

 I met a man from Portugal

And I wanted to save him 

Not for me - but because 

He spoke French and Spanish 

And of course Portuguese 

And a sprinkle of  English 

How many languages can a man speak

And still be lost - it’s a long story 

And I’ll save it for another day when I’m stronger 

a dark forest theory

There is no paradox not really 

Time is the lynch pin - don’t you see it 

I exist here 

You there 

Or 

You exist here 

I there 

Either way we resist 

                         each - to reach out 

That’s no paradox - that’s a reality 

Given space - space we crave and dam 

And time it clicks by and bye and by 

A blessing to space and time and state 

Don’t you see - winter comes then will go 

Another year another fall - another and another 

It’s what we have 

It’s what is left 

Until or till 

One is strong 

Or 

One is left 

Riveting

It’s all a performance 

I’m a performance 

A down and out - here you go performance 

I doubt I will ever get back to what I was  

Before I knew what it was I was - it’s breaking 

This evolution into evolvement - even the cat 

Knows - he guards and waits / sits next to me 

Never on me - he knows what it is I am suppose 

To learn - his orange fur deepens into his ridges 

He will meet me on the other side - he’ll remember 

Me 

Acta Non Verba

And sometimes there is not enough time 

Not enough air to breathe - only a scent 

That inscribes a past 

Is it enough to know that years have passed 

That a no there was a nail driven - rivets really 

Rivets never come out 

So I’ll never see you when i see you - I’ll only 

See you when i sleep - and luckily i can sleep 

Anyplace, anytime - anywhere - so i’m lucky 

Can you say the same