the rareness of a genuine smile – RIP Steve Hartman

the rareness of a genuine smile – RIP Steve Hartman

i could always count on this smile- never once let me down. Hey Steve,   I have been waiting for your call this week, we were going to see each other for the first time in a year.  We have … Continue reading

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enough. says enough,

enough. says enough,

my hands are too small

to hold your bruises anymore

 

brush the dark blue ink

across the wind of yesterdays sighs

so when oak trunks dance drunkly,

they cannot step into tomorrow’s joy

 

let them, if they howl across the rigid dark blue

knowing misery refuses to stand alone

i mastered the science of making all the worst decisions

i have mastered the science of making all the worst decisions and continuously watched everything invaluable dart beneath the nearest exit sign. but, if i thought of these decisions as regrets, i’d be incinerating everything of worth. so in my dumpster, buried within every worst decision, rests the rarest and most compelling treasure; the freedom to evolve and prosper.

 

[discovering peace in letting go]

basking in the truth of roses

concentrating on the sidewalks rushing beneath my feet

i watched as the static doused my reality with turpentine

-as if the clouds suddenly burst into fragrant fumes of loss

stinging each desperate breath, i swallowed hard,

hoping that the bitterness would devour any pain

releasing all regrets of what could have been

 

anchoring myself to the depths of the forgotten abyss

ceasing all chance at happiness and hopes of ahead

 

i found the roses carved between the cracks

[oh how the crimson branded tired grey eyes]

standing in between the sidewalks

i sunk into the sea of the hardest truths

tugging for the pavement – seemingly too tall to grasp

 

i melted within the waves of the crimson sea

and each soured drop of truth blanketed my simple soul,

diverting the sidewalk into freedom

 

i cannot laugh, for clocks have not yet faded

nor can i bathe in the unknown,

in fear of unmarked pages wearing thin;

instead i ponder crimson roses

finding beauty in their thorns

 

basking in the truth of roses

 

“It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.” – Dr. Carl Sagan