Grandfather Follies

Let's think about it
If your loved one died
You might loose your mind
For 7 years you try to live with that kind of loss
A 63 year old estate
Before you take your big breath for the 8th year
Your daughter dies
The only one that was left to take care of you
No one planned for this kinda grief

You have always been a strong pillar of sugar
In your granddaughters eyes
you are a strength they look to in the heavy wind

Now you blow over
Your heart is broken
You feel the betrayal of the universe
You are 89 going on 97 fast
You can't stop it
Things that made sense make no sense anymore
The love your girls bestow on you weekly
Mistaken for suffocation

So you lie
Cover truths
Take for granted
Just like we did once upon a time


(((Art .02)))

I've been intrigued by the art of Miss Van for a while now.
Her juicy girls win me over. Her line work intoxicating.
Nothing is more sexier then a woman who does graffiti.
Nothing is more exciting when she crosses it over into the
galleries. Yeah Miss Van.


Sandlewood Rising

I could almost find you in the dark
Set up as a protection barrier
Amongst the stained paper pile
That's how much I feel you still
While making a mark

Morning awakens the drum
In a lifting attempt
I beckon you with demanding strides
I emboss a request
Drink lemons from an old lady's garden

Closing my eyes I can see 3 branches in your hand
One for yesterday
One for tomorrow
One for now
As my kiss on the side of your neck
Rides side saddle
Igniting dried lavender
Behind the knees
To warm these hands


From The Old Chapter Of Me

If you had been a real writer of words, I would of taken your sorted letters by date and wrapped them up with a red ribbon. There would of been a place in my blue suitcase for you but there is not. In my mail box exists 2 years of conversation and evidence of you and I. Writing and talking to you was a delight I had exposed myself to. Now you have become a spotted poisoned leaf falling. I try hard to think of the good things. The wonderful you. In the end of that process I am left feeling forsaken and guilty. Which brings me to thinking only of surface superficial reasons to let you nest in my heart. I want nothing more then to just forget about you and your talents. For you too have hurt me . Your mistrust and misconstrued ideas of me leave me speechless and pining for acceptance, that I am so much more deserving of. Yet in your sadistic manner you get off in denying me. I have given you every chance in the world yet you can not make simple time for me. To listen. To stretch of yourself. To think beyond your circle... to see that I have a piece in this aching pie. You could never see it because no one ever taught you how to love this way and the one that could teach you, that taught, me has passed away.

During the discovery of how fucked up you really are, my heart strings pulled in different directions as I actually thought I could save you. To think I thought that. No one could save you only you can. Knowing who I am and what I was willing to be or do for you, I can never go to sleep thinking that I didn't try. Sometimes I wonder why you don't want anything to do with me, anymore. You mask it in these games that you said you never wanted to make or play so that way I don't scratch beneath the surface. I could but I don't, for I know better.

The development of you and I was suppose to be a beautiful thing. Traces left for others to be jealous of. Now all they do is feel sorry for me and push me to give up. Which you know was something that I could never do but fathom the possibility now. I just wanted to be close to you.

To start the healing process you meant a lot to me. I will state that as I bask in your silence. I see that giving up on you is ok for me now. Maybe not for your family but for me it is like washing the sugar down with water to flush you out. It just goes back to an old saying from one of my old chapters. "Don't hold on when no one is holding back". Amen.