Louder Now
Almost the end,
Of the day,
Of the dry,
Of the spy and the land,
And the giants to try and to
Understand,
Now it is almost,
It is almost there,
I had some care,
And a fountain to stare,
To drink from,
To do some,
Damage,
And damages were done.
Never should I have said yes
To the undress and all that came
After,
But now you are here,
And I am far,
And we are almost as far
Away as we were before.
September 10th
Those days were like along,
Like Shine Along,
Days before, weeks before,
I was trying to explore,
And say no more to the waste
That Friday would call to me,
And correct with me.
It was a walk,
But not of fame,
Maybe more so about the shame,
Days are gone,
You know, the one’s without you..
Overshare, or never aware, never
To much, and never to little to ever
Say again to You.
Started this out with love,
With a little despair,
Started this out with
Wander,
With pander,
With something for you to wonder,
About and lost, and in and out,
So I had started, almost there,
Walking and living in despair,
And now love was supposed to follow
Me,
And the fountain was to give some history,
Some history of being thirsty,
Some pages read of the misery.
We had it,
We were almost there,
I am empty and not full,
Looking for despair.
This was Mid November thoughts..going backwards to early September
Morning after,
Fountain, is what I am after..
This was day #1,
I was thirsty, not for water,
But carefully,
For mercy.
It was clogged up, and a place to stop,
And sit in.
I was pandering in the fountains..
The place I thought I lost You carried
Me across.
Nights have been long under sweating and panting,
The deer in the stream,
So where is fear?
Is it here?
Every time we get past September,
We find October,
The month of winter,
The month of darker,
The month of sliver.
I am carried away into the
Morning, and I am looking,
Wondering, asking for the after.
So, where is fear?
Is it here?
Day #53
8.31.18
Was never days and never nights,
I thought it was at least one more try,
I was sweating in the sun,
Waiting for the begun,
These weekly meetings what have
They become,
Can never be strange or can never be undone?
But I feel we are trying to hard just to finish,
Is this the first day of your college,
Am I a part of the collage?
I have all the blends
And I have all the colors,
All the things that make what you call
Lovers..
I am in the middle of something,
And You are the one I need.
August 28th,
Summer started June 21st and ended Monday September 23rd.
I am lost in the wander,
Looking for the pander,
I had water,
She did too,
Grandma, I mean,
She passed too,
She passed two days, too,
Two times of summer was the last of the six
Times..it was 2006,
I dedicate this to you,
Rested in peace,
Did you?
Did death do it, too.
I made the wheel,
The one that spins,
And we slept, slept
In Heartbreak,
And Heartbeat,
And ‘ you still feel the old heat.’
I am not awake,
Falling, too,
The last text I read was from
You.
