Lingering still
I reach for her at night
And hit a wall
She was my true other
My make sense
And she hit bottom
These are the poems I write, about the people I know, the women I fall for, my children, my friends, my life, my frustrations, nature, being a father and being a friend
Lingering still
I reach for her at night
And hit a wall
She was my true other
My make sense
And she hit bottom
My beloved daughter
There will be times while away from home
When you will you will be tried
And you'll be all alone
So I have prepared
A plan for you
A list of things you can do
And that are probably best not to do
Dont Lean on the stove
It is always hot
Even when off
You're better to not
Don't play with the fire
Or you soon will learn
That when you do
You always get burned
Don't run with scissors
It's just good advice
And avoid things that cut you
And things that can slice
And don't play with boys
Who aren't very nice
They won't ever change
They aren't worth the price
If he is exciting
But he isn't true
He's not worth the crap
He will put you through
Follow your dreams
And don't ever stop
Let the other kids worry
Who ends up on top
True riches you'll find
In what gives you joy
And not in vast
Accumulation of toys
And above all else
Remember you're loved
By me and your mom
And by God up above
So go find your life
And try your damned best
I promise in the end
You'll be happier than the rest
Don't read Fitzgerald with a broken heart
His turn of the phrase
It's Beyond mere art.
Made like a poem of love and loss
From longing to pain
Like stations of the cross
And I suffer and I suffer on
Like Gatsby the fool
In his life long con
Dragging my self through endless days
Wandering now
My life with out you, has become a haze
No flowers for my daisy
My Nick a trusted friend
Planning and Talking me through the crazy
That has torn our family down
Reconciled to anguish
The circus needs it's clown
No hammer on a star
No wish that will come true
I am designate now to love you from afar