Only One

Word To

Scribe

A Sprouting

Seed Now

Inside

Blend Of You

And Of

Me

Two Worlds

’Come One,

We

I often feel guilty,

because I no longer cry.

Tragedy strikes,

and my emotions die.

First, I

fall,

fall,

fall.

Then, I

crawl,

crawl,

crawl.

Back to the top,

where I began.

Only to wonder,

When I’ll feel again.

Macro to micro

Big problems to small

The magic behind new life:

Big hope

Big challenges

Big perspectives

Big experiences

A macro mind-shift in a micro moment in time.

Micro to macro

Small problems to big

The tragedy behind new life:

Little body

Little complications

Little known

Little time

A macro mind-shift in a micro moment in time.

I want to talk about you.

I want to hear the things you’ve been struggling with.

I want to know about the things you’ve learned.

I’m interested in your thoughts.

I care about how you feel.

I’m dying to see your blueprint.

I want to watch the wheels turn

but I need to see the cogs to understand the

machine.

Sharing your mind is intimate.

Participating in it, is a privilege.

And playing an active role is an honor.

I never want to fix, only help.

I’m reluctant to even use the word “help”.

That would insinuate that you can’t do it on your own.

That’s not my intention,

and hardly the case.

I’m a tool,

A secret weapon

A card up your sleeve, if you will.

I’m not here at your disposal,

but to “help” you win.

I’m in your corner,

I’m on your team,

But you are the fighter,

You’re in the ring.

Think of me as a supplement.

So dangerously enhancing

It should be reviewed by the FDA.

Learn the rules, play the game.

I’d put my money on you any day.

And if you’d let me,

We could rig the system.

Past:

The end of the present.

Present:

Where the past meets the future;

Future:

The end of the past, beginning of the present...

Track,

Football,

Lacrosse,

Soccer, too.

Baseball,

Volleyball,

Hockey,

Crew.

Champions,

Professionals,

Division I,

Division II.

Seen it all,

Heard it all,

Still only impressed,

By you.

I’ve been working on a puzzle

It has no box

It has no picture

Made only of thoughts

I’ve been working on a puzzle

Pieces and patterns

Moving them around

Seeking what matters

I’ve been working on a puzzle

It’s consumed my mind

Kept me up at night

But I’ve been blind

I’ve been working on a puzzle

With the wrong eyes

So much so

The picture couldn’t materialize

I’ve been working on a puzzle

Day by day

Piece by piece

Not ready to walk away

I’ve been working on a puzzle

That’s drove me crazy

But somehow I see

The answers lately

I’ve been working on a puzzle

That’s quite the kicker

And I think maybe…

I love the picture.

You deserve my best,

It’s only fair.

You give me yours,

And I’ll meet you there.

Please, give me time,

Love and patience.

While I do some

Personal maintenance.

I’m learning you,

I’m learning me.

I’m learning to listen

To your melody.

I’m hearing mine,

The tune it makes.

Finding ways,

The two combine.

I’m hard on you

And I know why.

Please grant me freedom–

For my heart, must decalcify.

I haven’t explored this feeling.

I haven’t even looked.

There’s something about “Love”...

too un-textbook.

I could tear it apart;

I could break it down;

I could flip it over –

Turn it around.

But there’s something about “Love”...

I just won’t touch.

I often wonder,

Is the venture too much?

A Pandora’s Box.

An unmapped cave.

Directions not written.

A charter for the brave.

There’s just something about “Love”...

My dusty shelf book.

But when it comes to you,

It’s become worth the look.

What kind of game?

Most do not know,

The kind that,

None can outgrow.

Who’s to say,

We’re not a part

Of someone’s

Rich, cryptic art.

In any case,

Onward we play,

Mastering,

But everyday.

Playing on,

In full control,

’Til the day,

The eye is stole;

Nothing is,

Ever the same,

When you meet,

A player in the game.