You used to make me laugh with the crazy

way you'd act

Your silly, funny character

Made me feel like we were meant to be,

together

But now I hardly even notice you

Your smile has seemed to simply fade

You mostly only ever frown

And though I search to find the you I one knew,

i only run into that sad, gloomy you

You used to make me fall in love

Every single time you'd look my way

That sparkle glistened, oh so brightly

And I was thoroughly convinced that you-

You were meant to be with me, forever

Yet recently, you only always seem to look away

Instead of love, it's just a mirage of who you used to be

....standing here in front of me

And though I want to love like yesterday

I know that you are still so far from here

I never seem to make you smile

Your love has kinda gone away

And despite the fact that I see you here,

I just can't quite seem to find you here near

Home is such a plain Jane word

No fancy sound, no lyrical note

It's not like the word maison in French or casa in Portuguese

But therein is where the blandness ends;

For home is where

Laughter is

And funny antics creating life's diversions

Home is where

Virtual snapshots are made

And the scrapbook of memories take place

Home is where

Tears are wiped

And problems result in solutions

Home is the place

Where relationships grow

And a man becomes a father

And a woman, a mother

Home has never been an establishment or domicile

It is the people who reside within

Attachments that will never cease

It's where sharing, caring takes center stage despite the world's complications

Home is what I truly love

Because it's where we all reside

Cuddled in a warm covering

I hear the coos

I hear the aahs

You're far too young to tell your thoughts

But as I speak, you coo and aah

I sit and simply stare at you,

I'm mesmerized, enchanted by you

Yet all at once I feel the need

To speak to you through soft, sweet whispers

To tell you how I truly feel

Me having you so near to me

You coo and aah more emphatically

You kick your legs

And move your arms

It stirs me to whisper more sweetly to you

And oohs and aahs are followed by

A Mona Lisa smile, a dancing in your eyes

Then you glare at me, your stare's a plea

For me to whisper even more sweetly

And afterwards

you respond with even more oohs and aahs

In a world filled with so many perils

It's good to sit down and reflect a bit.

To think about the tiny things-the cardinal I saw eat from the feeder

Then I take a glimpse of the clear blue sky

And I feel as if I could fly

My spirits are high as I turn to admire the horse trollop by

And then that curly headed child says aloud:

I love you so much.

This brings to mind what is best.

The things that make me happiest-

Not things and games and toys for humans

But life and breath and Earth's beauty in creation.

To be in love is such a complicated, convoluted fantasy of emotions

That seem to range from person to person

Yet there is none who chooses not to be

...in love

To be.....

in love is a tangled web of deception and fabrication, erroneous dependency on another

Yet there is none who chooses not to be

...in love

To be...

in love is an erosion of future expectations

dangling hopes and ambitions

Yet we jump in, fall, show a predilection for

...love

To be or not to be is the question

Choosing love regardless of the heartache is what we choose to be

We choose not to be a world cloaked in isolation.

Make it yourself

The kitchen isn’t tucked away in any secret chamber

The knives aren’t made from real silver pieces

The drawer is where it’s always been

So yes, make it yourself

The bread and meat are free to you

The shopping’s already been done

So next time you get the audacity

Go make it for yourself!

Some like to make lemonade

And add a little sugar

They think it makes them noble to

Make it something new,

balance out the sweet and balance out the sour

They pretend that things are alright

All the while the bitters grows

It gnaws away at their every thought and every emotion.

Yet instead of making the sour sweet

I seem to see it as it really is

I choose to make the best of it.

So I never make lemonade out of lemons

I would rather sell the lemons

Upcharge for them, if you will

And proceeds will help me...

Endure the way things really are

No need for pretenses or seeing things through colored glasses

The lemon should be what it's meant to be

And so when life gives you lemons,

You exchange it for a dollar bill

And buy a sweet treat

Where would I  go?

It is to you I  usually  run to

...but now where you sit it empty.

I see the imprint  of where you used to be,

where you'd  be when you were relaxed, with me.

Yet, I  now only see impressions of you where you can now only ever be...

And the sickening  thought creeps into me-where will I  be without you next to me?

I hear your voice and all the  words you used to say

The words that wrapped around me tight, and squeezed away any doubts.

The words affixed  to me like an ever burning blaze....

And now that flame has dissipated and what is left is a thickening smoke.

So now as the smoke engulfs my very me, I  must beg where is the place I can belong?

You were here and now you are gone and so my screams go unheard.

But still I  implore:

To where is it I can go?

And now I  know that everyday  will never be like yesterday.

The haunting gloom overtaking  me endeavors to destroy  my sanity.

I think of you and us and we

And now I  notice it's  only me

The broken me who used to exist before it was to you I could turn

And now no matter how many turns and swirls I  take, I've  come to realize my fate

I'm  back to the place in which  I  once stood and...

I again there is nowhere for me to belong.

Looking where you used to lie,

I stare into oblivion,

Thinking of the  little things, the things you used to do.

For you have gone away from me and taken the things that kept me tied to you and locked them all away-

The things that used to be a part of you

Those silly things that made you, you.

And now I say from me to you-please don't forget those silly things I used to do.

It's  tough to see your indentation, the place you most likely could be found 

Empty, gloomy, no image of you-

Where those little, silly things you used to do have seemed to fade away.

The memories  are in my head.

But could you keep one promise dear-never forgot those little things, the silly things I used to do.

I now stare into that lonely place, devoid of feeling and think of you.

I think of all those little things

The little  things you do.

The way your little finger moves

As you play a tune

The way you orchestrate the music in your head and only  think of...

That silly thing thing you liked to do will stay with me forever

because  it always showed me when you were truly happy.

And please remember those little things I used to do-those things you used to love.

Spiraling, spiraling...I spiral into Oblivion

A deep, dark tunnel encapsulates me

Every breath I take, I feel as if I suffocate

Because you have gone away and left me here.

Now I ask: was there something I could've said?

Downward, downward... farther I go

The weight of gravity is overtaking me

And my mind is evading me, slipping away

To a place of no return

...all because you have left me

You've gone away, and left thee.

And now I beg-what could I have said?

I seeth from the torment,

The agony, and disbelief

That where you are

Is no longer here, that you have gone

Departed from me-why, oh why did you have to leave me?

The swirling winds are taking me down

Deep into the abyss of loneliness

The weariness and heavy heart

Is all because I just didn't know what to say

-to keep you here, close to me.