Uncle

 Your father he had resolve,

the hills themselves could make it clear.

Problems yours never to be solved.

Mom she cared and never wavered,

the cold she knew would freeze your tears,

all the while the life you savored.

He had been left behind, 

no vision to the past would focus.

The tree that's drawn, to you unkind.

I made a call as that's the way, 

a conversation one way.

The sun will not shine on every day.

FUTURE

The past is present always with us mend it how we will
the tears are never sewn enough to last the wind all days

The footprints remain where we once stepped upon the sill
our feeble minds the visions failed to truth tell their own way

We hoped and dream the sentiment that all so want to share
though little difference would it make the failure all around

From moment of breath first this life is oft a dare
the flesh we pay will never way just the promised pound

CUTS

Cuts and scrapes can make me stronger, foolish lines did read.
My pain inside no more, longer the slices hardly bleed.
I used to wince but now I smile as the weapon works.
Every time I open skin laid back my insides now rebuked to bleed.
They leave me breathing red mouths open on me.
Wincing hurting watching peeking scars so plain to see.

Bag

A guest in every home I was.
A survival kit in every box.
A moment shared with self again.
A person that was still, there.

Kiss

Fleeting moments gathering fast, 

quickly setting sun.

Urgent kisses frantic pressed,

lovely reply.

August

a rush from a cool breeze
a last sweat from the sun

moments taken to reflect
the daylights hastened run

a smiled moment shared
memories made in joy

June 2015

Hope

The storm never stops, the peace never comes.
A world apart from ourselves we live.
No hopeful truths endure and rust,
not matter what they give.

Hope and lies they grow no matter,
what poison is brewed to beat.
The end is part of all beginnings,
though this ends not in defeat.