There Was A Moment

Grace filled an afternoon

But never enough to take away

My humility was honorable

But didn’t keep me from feeling like a stray.

Couldn’t find the one piece

I needed all that time

Of all the things I’ve paid for

This, this wasn’t my crime.

Spent years in disbelief

Then more in solitude

I’d tell you I hated all of it

Especially when someone would intrude.

When I began to peek out my head

Put my face into the sun

I have to admit there was a moment

When I really wanted to run.

He Reminds Me

The thought of him takes me back

To days when life was so much simpler.

After work you could go get a drink

Fill your mind with all kinds of ideals

Just to make your way home

And do the exact same thing the next day.

 

He reminds me of a gentle time

When hearts were lost to long walks

Talks of forever and beyond

When the promises people made they never broke.

 

He reminds me of when I believed in everything

There was so much good about people

Nobody could convince me otherwise

Even the bad people.

 

He reminds me of a dock

Where we carved our names into it

Promising that in the years to come

We would go back to that same place

Just to see our names again

And so we could remember

Making love right there  in the parking lot.

 

Today he showed me the life I could have had

If only I were a little more settled

A little more refined

A little less prone to run.

 

He reminds me of what I lost

In losing myself

To the darkness of my past.

Of what I could have gained

Had I dealt with it

Instead of running away.

What If Your Sin

Within each of us is a vulnerable piece

We don’t just let everyone see

It is a memory

Or a feeling

We don’t like to remember.

It is one of the things

That makes us all ‘one.’

 

There are people in this world stalking

Spend most of their time talking

Never listening to a word anyone says.

When you look into your victims eyes

Can you see all your worthless lies?

Or you you just try to forget all of that?

What if your sin was that one woman that time

That one was built to produce rhyme?

And in breaking her heart you’ll pay for the rest of your life?

Would you still say the game was fun

Or would you book your flight and run?

Save your Visa, she’s probably moved on anyway.

Inside You

There are people in this world

Running..

Tirelessly they move

From place to place

Trying to find refuge

Or a home

Maybe a person

That can come along

To save them

From what?

They don’t know.

I would run

Tirelessly

Aimlessly

Toward

Then away

From anything

I thought would redeem me.

There is nothing you seek

In anything you drink

Or fuck

Or fight

Or move to

Or move away from.

Everything you seek

Everything you run from

Is within you.

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Do Not Venture Far

What we were given

Is all we are left with

When chips fall

When everything falls.

 

From the cradle to the grave

She fought diligently

For justice

Though didn’t completely understand why.

Nor did she completely understand

What justice was

Whom it was that really served it

Or why it meant everything to her.

 

Some believe that from the moment of conception

You are given a task

With a certain limited amount of time to complete

Or you will simply die

With your deed undone.

 

He stands in line

Impatiently waiting for his ‘fix’

This magical item he believes will fix everything.

He leaves himself so ungaurded

Because he only sees the ‘right now’

He’s always only seen the ‘right now.’

Last night he was kept up late

Arguing with a woman he once loved

Every time she was on the verge of walking out

He would beg her to stay.

The thought of her leaving

Was devastating.

 

So many broken people

Yet somehow we manage to convince ourselves

That our broken

Is so very different

From someone else.

 

There is a sink full of dishes undone

Her shoes don’t fit quite right

There is something unsettling about her demeaner

But she won’t divulge that tonight.

 

There are clothes thrown on the floor in her house

The bed us left unmade

She’ll tell you the story of how she lost her will

But you’ll never hear her say she is afraid.

 

Children play in a courtyard

It reminds her of the past

When life took such violent turns

With no anchor, nor cast.

 

She fumbles with keys to a car she hates

Drives to an empty lot

I’d say you should probably go talk to her

But then again, maybe not.

 

She closes her eyes to hear the sounds

She loves the sound of quiet.

Then all of a sudden, within her soul

Her demons start to riot.

 

Meeting with a friend for lunch

She tries to keep them at bay.

When everything tells her she should run

Is when she knows she should stay.

 

She greets the night with a passion

Then heads back to that old car

A still small voice inside her whispers

“You may go, but do not venture far.”