Adapting

The pain is real, intense
No pill exists for this
Only the usual, alcohol
And time to dull and numb
It will go away, leaving me
With what's left, something new
Adapting as I always do
Making the best of each day
Creating the reality I desire

104.1

The torturous unknown insistently intruding
Loneliness my constant companion
And the bastard always has to pick the radio station

Steadfast

An ending is supposed to be a new beginning
But what if it is simply and explicitly an end
The finite number of possibilities and
Permutations reaching the zero sum
Even so and truly one must remain
Steadfast, carry on, and make the most of
What could yet be to come, in the end
Anything is still possible, anything still held
In the waking moments that we exist

Striations

Sun sets
Multi colored striations
Electric
Fixed display in the even sky
Tomorrow will rise
Bringing fire to a new day
Lost and abandoned
But with hope
For light's rays

How Simple

How simple an idea it is
To be loved for who you are
How simple indeed for us
To have a notion of affection
How simple a thing is our belief
To see the good when none exists
How powerful is our will
To carry on, to create, to live
In spite of all the opposition

Explore

We explore
Because it's in our hearts
Because it's in our nature
Because to stop
Would mean a slow dying
So we explore
And choose to live

Clash

Sleepless nights compounding
Silence a noisy invader of my thoughts
Marching in to destroy the progress
At once both defenseless and yet
Fighting back with everything I have
Each battle of the war no real winner
Strategy, tactics, positioning no matter
Clashes ever continuing, reserves
Nearly decimated and then an end

Moving

It's that cast aside feeling that comes
Of an old vcr, broken, anachronistic
Put out in hopes the junk man takes
Of being ignored, like an ant moving
Carrying it's food, the whole world
Around it oblivious to its existence
It's carrying your head high no matter
Of a proud tree standing, shading for all
And keeping your life moving through
Whatever is done or comes or happens

Rain

It's rained here for days, interminable
Hard, torrential, monsoonlike downpours

Softening the already spongy soil until

Muddy, pooling chunks slide and break

Finding purchase nearly impossible

A gnarled tree root, twisting its way out

Grasping onto it,  pulling yourself up

A break in the falling liquid needed

Cessation coming as a break above begins

Clouds parting in hope, revealing 

Tendrils of the suns brightness exiting

Fingers poking through the steely grey

Rain over soon and a return to beauty 

Church Bells

Somewhere in the diminishing distance
A church bell tolls mournfully as clouds
The color of raw steel scud above
The deep ringing foretells the rain to come
Striding on through grass wet and green
The breeze cooling and refreshing
A perfectly unperfect moment

Waves

How do I let myself be so affected
Riding each rising crest to the top
Then dropping to the trough below
Storm born waves, tall and rough
Euphoria mixed with despondency

Me

There's a vision of me, fuzzy, hazy
Like a sweltering summer afternoon
Of what could be, dreamlike but awake
A better me, in every aspect of life
One that has never been before
It's a matter only of finding the strength
Of slowly taking on each challenge
Or battering down each door
Becoming one day what I know
Is possible in me

Curtains

Its days like yesterday that I feel
Seemingly alone, loneliness creeping
Like the weak hearted rays of slowly
Waking dawn coming through the
Half drawn curtains of a bedroom
Making it more important to
Throw back the curtains and let
The light of you, and all my other friends
Flood in, reminding me of all the good
Keeping everything at bay and making
All good again, bright, shining

Solid

Things I once thought real
May be
Merely apparitions
Things I once thought false
Seem to
Solidify before my eyes

My All

Seemingly, a little help is too much
For one to ask for, a little appreciation
Is a monumental request, herculean task
No matter, things need done, completed
Life must work, go on, continue unabated
To be clichéd, I'll put my back into it
Do what I must for those that matter
That deserve my best, my all

Smoke

Like the curling, clinging smoke
From a low valley cabin, holding
Low, covering and inescapable
Wispy tendrils slowly slither forth
From the sooty brick chimney
Nowhere it can go, stuck yet
Moving within its tiny sphere
Of the creek floors hollow

Still

You can still easily put a smile on my face
Sometimes wistful, sometimes discrete
Sometimes full of mirth and inner laughter
But always real, always genuine
Simply by being you, being honest
Vivacious, and ever ready to smile yourself
Brightening all our days with your friendship

The Hills

The mist always comes
After the cooling rain
Small whispy clouds hanging
As if tethered to the trees
Late summer verdancy
Soon giving way to
Autumns brilliant hues
Grandiose beauty residing
Upon each mountainside

At Peace

Friendship
Not always easily defined
Yet a necessary thing
In all our lives, our hearts
Someone to be there for
And them in return
To help and guide and support
Each other no matter
The circumstances
Friendship