To You... (My Friend.)

You’ve never treated me different,
Even when I had less,
You took the time to give me your wisdom,
You studied my mind, and my heart you’d caress,

I was just a burden,
And could bring you no gain,
And when I was just a portrait..
You provided a frame,

Love was unconditional,
Though you had it all,
I was short of good fortune,
But u helped me stand tall,

My friend, oh friend,
I am always in your debt,
And though you won’t accept it,
You have my respect,

You have my shoulder,
As long as I live,
You have my heart,
So grab a hold of my rib…

Therefore, never be afraid to ask,
I owe you that much,
And if you need me to keep you standing,
I’ll be there as your crutch….

My friend, oh friend, I’ll never forget,
Even if this world should end,
I’ll create another,
And establish us again.

Her Frustration...

It was a usual evening,
Me and my thinking,
A cup of tea in my hand,
Sipping it slowly, I’d hardly call it drinking,

I watched the subtle ocean,
Just below the sunlight,
But her cry seemed a bit fierce,
The peace within her wasn’t quite right,

I dipped my hand in the water,
And tasted her salty tears,
A pure faucet of hot water,
Not as calm as she appears,

Removing my shoes,
I walked towards the sun, and her core
Allowing the water to rest upon my waistline,
Swaying me back, and forth,

And there I cried out “say on”
Tell me the truth in your story,
Who hast defamed thee?
Who has infected your righteous glory?

From the east came the wind,
Creating vehement waves of hurt,
Soiled water, Styrofoam cups floating,
Random particles, pieces of a shirt,

I listened carefully,
As she spake of her tale,
She wanted to be free from it all,
The oil, the blood, and foreign eggshells,

For years she had housed folly,
All nested in her skin,
She wanted to release her frustration,
Instead of holding it all in….

And who could blame her,
It was like venom in her blood,
The ocean was slowly dying,
From impurity, and no love,

Before drifting I said “I love you”
And headed back to the shore,
A voice whispered from the wind,
I love you much more…….

MY SISTER

I remember it like it was yesterday,
I actually recall this case,
I call to mind, your little eyes staring at me,
Before I remember my mother’s face,

My sister,
I cherished you because you loved me,
You wanted to be my helper,
Before it was truly time to be,

I recall our first encounter,
How you just wanted to see,
Instead you flipped me from the sofa,
Quickly ejecting me…

I knew you didn’t mean it,
But how could I open my mouth and speak?
I couldn’t save you from mother‘s anger,
I could only watch, hoping your discipline would be brief,

My sister,
There’s no one more that I adore,
Now that we are older,
I’ll save you from your time of war,

For us,
It’s never been easy,
I’ve always been a complicated storybook,
But you have always been able to read me,

And for this I am grateful,
Though times are hard for you even now,
When I see what you’ve carried as a woman,
The only word that enters my brain is “HOW?”

My sister,
The sun will forever shine on you,
And if a cloud makes its way towards your life,
I’ll stand in front of it,….. never might it pursue,

Lets Try It Again

To say that i don't love you,
Would be more than just a lie,
For when i think of your departure,
An ocean of tears pursue mine eye,

Your steps beside me,
Anoint my path with light,
Your whisper is soothing to my turmoil,
It warms my heart, just right..

And why should we part?
Knowing that we can work things out,
We argue over foreign material which alters,
Forgetting the basis of what we truly argue about,

And I believe that we can make it,
If you would grab my hand,
Today I won’t fall into the same trap,
Today, I’ll take a stand,

I’ll lead with the arms of example,
Not by my voice alone,
I’ll speak to you in person,
We’ll never argue by phone,

And we’ll watch………,
We’ll see it all take place,
Wrapped tightly in each other’s arms,
With a smile upon our face…

So let the winds remove the clouds,
Yes, allow the storm to rush into the hills,
Suffer the waves of life to recede,
Suffer this vessel of love, to remain still…

Lets try this thing again,
Again, lets try this thing,
Soon and very soon, I’ll make it all worthwhile,
Let the wedding bells ring…

THE BEAUTY OF BEING BEAUTIFUL

There were but two souls,
Stirring within the land,
One was obviously me,
The other held my hand,

And yes she was stunning,
The sun bowed before her elegant feet,
The wind draped around her curves,
And under her garments so to speak,

You could see through her white gown,
Clear as the crisp morning sky,
But she only allowed me to stare briefly,
Then she’d give me the evil eye,

Her lips spewed words of honey,
Her eyes could see into my soul,
And so it was hard to deceive her morning flower,
You had to wait for it to unfold,

Patience was key,
It would open the lock to her heart in time,
Though she could do without my sexual excess,
She was focused on nurturing my mind,

Being certain that her duties were well done,
Yes and done well,
She cherished the life that was inside of me,
Never focused on my human captivity, nor my mental cell,

The beauty of being beautiful,
More striking than anything that I’d ever envisioned upon the earth,
It wasn't her elegance, her grace, or her beauty that made her beautiful,
Instead, it was the fact that she put me first.

The Rediscovery

How can we forget about her,
She stands firmly with soothing words,
Embracing our hands each day,
Whereas we travel her bountiful curves,

Leading us back to Genesis,
Whispering.. Remember.. Remember,
That though often very rare,
Flowers do flourish, Even during Winter

And how easily it is to forget,
How she allows children to gallop on her attire,
Singing songs of laughter and joy,
Yes until the sun sets and we all retire,

Inviting the presence of her beloved,
She also allows the uncertainty of fools,
Then instantly teaches with love,
Using it's strength as her tool,

Sadly we forget,
That she is left darkened, in solitude, and without family
Her oceans without water,
Her beaches no longer sandy,

With this voice she cries aloud,
Hoping to shake the earth,
Preparing to move the crowd...
From the womb comes forth a "rebirth"

We create her memory,
Resurfacing what has already been done,
Meaning that we can prepare to win this battle,
Or turn away in fear, and run,

She teaches us lessons with time,
She is the sun, the moon, and all things in sight,
She is the heart of a nation,
But more than anything, she is LIFE..

THE FRAME

I stepped out of the heart shaped frame,
The one on the right side her bed,
Leaving her in the portrait alone,
And paced the floor instead,

It had been a while,
Since I walked around her bedroom,
Especially when she was at work,
Or anytime before noon,

I wasn’t there to snoop around,
Instead to listen to the walls sing their song,
Listening carefully to their tone,
To see where I went wrong,

Untying first, and removing my shoes,
I retraced my steps upon the carpet,
Replaying historical arguments,
Refusing to consider her as the target,

The walls led me to the kitchen,
Where she slaved for hours to make dinner by five,
I could’ve given a helping hand, cut up a lemon,
Or put the place settings by her side,

I walked down the hallway listening,
Grabbing two towels, and two washcloths in that order,
Placing them on the restroom countertop,
Lighting a candle, and running warm bath water,

It was obvious that the walls spake,
Reminding me of all things certain, all things pure,
Whether or not it was too late for me,
I was more than uncertain, I was unsure,

But I did walk the place,
With hopes that her anguish towards me might change,
Looking back once more, I stepped into the portrait next to her,
Yes back into the frame..