Romeo, Romeo

Checking email,
to see if you have sent,
checking voicemail,
looking a hint,
of where you are,
my time better spent.

Do you think on me,
perhaps I'll never know,
the secrets I desire,
to ask and know,
what keeps you from me,
what keeps me low.

'bout Half Right

Thought I'd hold your hand,
as you grow old,
figure it all out,
let time unfold,
well...
seems I was
'bout half right.

Now time presses on,
no respect for emotions,
no consideration,
no chance for devotion,
well...
seems I was
'bout half right.

Memories fall from sleep,
so bittersweet,
least those memories,
are mine to keep,
well...
seems I was,
'bout half right

Got to go,
can't stay and dream,
a new day,
who knows what that'll bring,
oh...
seems I was,
'bout half right.

Let It Out

God doesn't want you to be happy
said you talk to the walls too much
said you need to keep in touch
not with him but with those around you

Said he wasn't going to pass on your words
no secretary to your life work
Take the memo yourself and oh one more thing
he said to stop being a jerk

He wandered away still mumbling
which for a god seems strange
said something about never creating pain
but that we seek it out just the same

So this package arrived for me today
and I think it was gods way to say
we can say it isn't fair
but need to blame ourselves for not being there

There for each other
least I think that is what is meant
god speaks to me
not because I understand but because he needs to vent

No Poetry

A good friend asked of me,
wondering why I had sadness and dark poetry.
These things are here for all to see.
My own public therapy.
Darkness only lives without the light.
I show here I do not fear the night.
I recognize my worse fears abate,
my burdens lift when I share the weight.
Knowing someone might share my concern,
for just a moment to hope and yearn,
that someone else knows those thoughts,
once written, my own forgiveness sought.
I'm not so dark or needing help,
unwritten happiness I kept for myself.
So remember I share the gladness too,
not written here but when I'm with you!

Who Am I?

Who am I?
But someone you used to know,
Now sitting here alone.
No love that I had shown,
Helps now that you are gone.
The seed of past are sown,
No happy us at home.

Who am I?
But no, one, now.
Who am I?
But lone, ly, now.
Who am I?
Half of who, I, was.
Who am I?
Life now, placed, on pause.

Who am I?
Past strong with sense of self,
Now sorry for myself,
Sick where once was health,
A pauper in search of wealth.
In and of itself,
commentary on my mental health.