Posts for June 17, 2024 (page 5)

Chorus : 

So hard to stop
all the thoughts 
you’re not good enough
No you’re good enough 
for me
Been thinkin too much 
if you could just 
see what 
I see 
you could get the love 
you really need

So hard to stop
all the thoughts 
i’m not good enough 
Am I good enough 
for you ?
Been thinkin too much 
if I could just 
see what
you see 
I could get the love 
I really need 

Verse :

It’s easier
to love 
some
one else 
than it is 
to love 
ourselves
Your help 
can only 
go so far 
It’s gotta 
come from within 
at the end 
of the day 
we just been 
in our way
We’re our own 
worst en
-emies 
Bend 
but don’t break
Growth ain’t lin
-ear 
It’s okay 
Take your time 
i’ll take mine 
Take my eyes 
if you’re blind 
to the beauty 
that I see 
when you
with me 

Bridge :

You are 
enough 
Give yourself
the love 
you give 
everything 
you touch 

(x2)

Chorus :

So hard to stop
All the thoughts 
You’re not good enough
No you’re good enough 
For me
Been thinkin too much 
If you could just 
See what 
I see 
You could get the love 
you really need

So hard to stop
All the thoughts 
I’m not good enough 
Am I good enough 
For you ?
Been thinkin too much 
If I could just 
See what
you see 
I could get the love 
I really need 

For what good is a story
if the protagonist never grows?

I am storm clouds stacked on a warm ocean lesson
preparing to become your next supervillain 

with surges to strike at all of your levees
and downpours ready to flood all your cities.

I’ll blacken your skies like a guillotine,
finding immortality on your quivering shores

my name clinging like an unwise tattoo;
you’ll carry me with you the rest of your days.

For I’ve learned the difference between ‘we need to talk’
and I need to talk to you is stark.

You can’t willy-nilly play games
with other peoples’ hearts.

It’s the wind speed I need to evolve into my own.
No more cowering, afraid to get hurt.

Because I am hurt. I shoulder many hurts
and I need to ensure you won’t hurt me anymore

and I can only do that
as a monster in your distant dark.

My advice to you now?
Brace yourself; take shelter.

Landfall is coming,
I will talk to you soon.

Found an unlocked door

Rocked a nation    Risked himself

Grateful for Frank Wills

Salmon swim into the

I’m a memory of yours without grace
I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel safe

folding and fold-
ing, I am 

turning old
poems

into birds–

their wings mal-
formed, they be-

come paper 
boats instead

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Saturday’s poem du jour was too harsh, unfair even 
Given our family tree was rooted in alcoholism, 
Your  own father’s dysfunction poisoning future limbs.

You vowed to be different, signed up before the draft, 
fell in love on a barstool while on leave in a German pub.
This petite, dark eyed Aussie, part time barmaid in a German pub,
served you dark lager while worming her way into your heart, and then you had to go. 
Later, your phone calls got through.
You told her you got your orders as she said she was pregnant.
You could have abandoned her then, but you didn’t. 

You married her, set her up in your country and
Fought like hell in another country so you could get back to her. 
You did things none would know for decades, 
Until alcohol unloosed your tongue to reveal the nightmares 
decaying you from the inside out. 

Had your rock not crumbled,  you would have overcome
but she didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t
Her own illness contaminating body, mind, and spirit, 
swallowing up any hope left,  your alcoholic rages sucking 
the last gasps of oxygen of a great love affair. 

You could have given up on us though, but you didn’t.  
Men didn’t raise kids back then, women did. 
You thought about it, thought about hurling off the 
Warren Avenue Bridge, but you stayed for us. 
You did what was required and then some. 

Because of you, I am here today, more like you than I want to admit. 
I talk like you, 
I work like you,
persevere like you.  
Life has done its damndest to destroy me, too, Dad, 
But I survive, like you. 
So Thank you, Dad. 
Happy Father’s Day.

I can make things disappear
Keys in hand
I turned around and they were gone
They disappeared without a trace

Text a friend
Phone in hand
I look down it’s nowhere to be found

One moment it’s here
The next it disappeared into thin air

If only I could make things reappear

Then I’d be a magician

So small on the full bed, he naps 
on a cool cotton sheet 
after a sticky morning 
of peeking into empty rain spouts and
testing his hands with the number 
of pebbles they can hold 
I tiptoe in to note
his tummy rise and fall
today I write quickly
or else have no poem at all