The Way We Work

In the realm of the way we work,

I praise you, and you denounce me.
I compliment you, and you criticize me.
I respect you, but get no respect from you.

We reason together,
but get no where.

It is all give and take.

I do not know how to stop giving,
stop praising, stop complimenting, stop respecting.

I need to learn to start taking more,
start denouncing, start criticizing, start disrespecting.

I can only see the good in you.
You can never see the bad in anyone
but me.

Our hearts are heavy,
but we cannot lift them together
because you are holding too tightly to yours
and I have already let mine slip to the floor.

A Person Can Dream

So that I don't forget,
because my memory often fails me,
and my imagination grows weaker, as I grow older.

Right now, it is the memory of something,
of Someone.

Some kind of flare of attraction,
Some kind of bond in loneliness,
in the search for someone
to 'love'.

Some kind of affection, found too late.

Found before he moves to a distant place,
with a small chance of a future meeting,
except maybe in a couple of years in passing,
maybe never again.

Or at least never again when the timing,
or when the search, aligns.

But hope rests,
in those few moments shared, before he left.

When it was finally recognized that there was a strong affinity,
a shoulder to lean on,
a shoulder to kiss.

Maybe one sided,
but none the less,
a memory that I want to hold on to,
to treasure,
to keep,
to put me to sleep.

A memory to distract
and think of all that could have been.
To live in fantasy
and imagine what probably never actually would have been.

But a person, can dream.

Pessimism

If you didn't know,
I would hate to tell you so.

That the life we live
does not have much to give.

That the man of your dreams
is never what he seems.

That the love you feel
is not actually real.

That you and me
were never meant to be.

But regardless,
we'll find meaning in
almost anything.

Always creating something
out of absolutely nothing.

Opa

A thousand tiers
of a mystical mass,
Building, uniting, defying
as the storm does pass.

A thousand tears
for a noble man,
Building, uniting, defying
as a family can.

The skies clear
so that the eye can see
a beauty only known
by you and me.

The sun is setting.
The clouds reflecting,
great colors and depth.
My heart has strep.

Colliding within,
Nature begins
to take its toll,
and by doing so,

It shows us the balance
and guides the way
to understanding the challenge
of accepting today.

Beauty lines the path
and cushions the fall,
so when that fateful day comes,
I can still stand tall.

Melancholia

Only when you recognize the bad
do you see the good.

True bliss gleams
in the light of darkness.
And the most content feelings bloom
from the depths of sorrow.

Beauty unnoticed
comes out from hiding
and appreciation ignites.

Tears of sadness fill the ocean
so that joy can part the sea.

And we can finally see
And we can finally be
At peace.

State of Mind

I am still a series of highs and lows,
but I think I have finally found a middle ground.
Accepting and expecting the least,
to help calm my nerves down.

I have found comfort in my own skin,
reaccepting what is within.
But future plans are still up in the air,
giving me no time to prepare,

For what is to come.

Aging

As time goes by,
the weight of the world,
placed piece by piece
on the ends of child's smiles,
slowly pulls down
and transforms them to frowns.

What I Am Into

This year I am into being me.

Not into being someone else,
Not into being someone I used to be,
Just into being me.