A Lesson To Cry

I push rocks in the desert

and no one can see me

I leave no trace of footsteps

Just dragged dirt behind the stones

The sun does not enter me because I'm in another realm

I existed on this earth long ago

and everyday I cried over you

Until I drowned in a pool of my tears

and woke up in a wasteland 

It is a lesson to cry

Tied to all that is familiar

Ashes on the front steps

Neighbours dogs barking outside in the frigid night

The barbeque in the backyard that has been used once, but cost hundreds

My brothers mildew clothes taking up much needed room in the basement

The tired old wooden dressers with the handles missing

The dust collecting on the bookshelves and pictures 

Same chicken recipe for dinner with no salt because someone has high blood pressure

Excited to watch reality t.v because they actually go places and do things like

shop for new designer clothes and throw parties with swans in the swimming pool

The height of my week is to go grocery shopping and buy coffee cream on sale

Mama just yelled about the ashes on the front steps

Maybe my life just got too simple

Tired of complacency

I need a vacation

Where lovers kiss on cathedral steps and the sun always shines on them

Locks are locked on fences to express devotion

I want to cuddle with the dolphins 

And run with the bulls 

all while forgetting about the familiar

Love,

m.

Before I Let You Know

I use to love rainy days until I had to smoke outside

An excuse to be alfresco and revel in my adulthood

In rain, sleet or snow

I remember the air being much fresher and the sky being much bluer as a child

Now I inhale all the poisons and feel calmer

Contemplating another decision

To change for you

If you change for me

 

 

Please change for me

and I will change for you....

Love,

m.

What Remains

We are broken, 

Torn sideways and cut loose

Searching for fallen fragments under your obstacles

Holding onto what remains

Just trying to piece a puzzle together

Pieces that have been lost or stolen in time

Mend me with the gold in your being

Let it bond the chips and fill the cracks

For we are more beautiful for being damaged

Our story repaired with wrinkles and grey hair

Immaculate

When love is for strangers

and the past has no echo

Nowhere to return 

Lovers can feel free to forecast the future

No chance of regret,

forgetting about those who came before

Then there are those who have had no previous dalliances

Everything is new and green with just the

storybook expectations that use to keep them hopeful at night

What if he doesn't believe her

because he had never met a beautiful virtuous mature lady before

Will he spend his time brooding over a past

When their wasn't one

Questioning her about the boys she new before him

The ones who had scared her away

Never sharing her sweet elixir that smelled like the earth after it rained

For Cynthia

She has lost her lover, he has passed away

A sudden silence has penetrated her soul

All she feels is a rapid heartbeat and tears

All the mind wants to hear is a voice, his voice

Telling her to one day seek the peace he has now found

That she will find it in the memories of the tenderness of his eyes

And she will be with him again whenever she closes hers

Finding tranquility in these waves of reflection

No love can ever be taken, it transforms

Love,

Marisa

Why I Cry

When there's no colour, I get the blues

Seeing power with no morals -

Beware of the water

Hearing racist blurbs on talk radio

while the war goes on

Another brother killed by authority 

with no consequences other than a pay check

City money for stadiums but not to feed the poor

The bullying in social media

Gossiping to destroy any character she had left

Succumbing to lust over love -

The death of loyalty

When there's no colour, I get the blues

Gales of Devotion

The brontide of our thunderous romance makes me appreciate when your love reigns

Relieving the fire that the lightening had sparked

We always clean up after the storm

Do you stay and fight or leave and be free?

It's the memories within that hold us

I remember cooking a four cheese lasagna together on Saturday's 

A recipe we found in a book from Goodwill

Bellies full, glasses empty and happy

You are my home in the path of the storm

Will we survive?

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