thank you (K)

yeah, i am trying to work on opening up some...

Trying, sweetie let me tell ya something it is there you just have to let the words flow don't think just write ...........

david, the one you are looking for is on page 8

"i should lern to write"


i dont even have one word to express my dumb struck awe for your skill

so i`ll use my trusty smiley

thank you, i very much appreciate that

The Guardian


they laid her down to what was now,
her final resting place
she put flowers `round the fresh turned ground
with dignity and with grace

he took her little hand in his
as they walked away
and headed towards the unknown life
that waited on this day

tried to hide his worry
he tried to hide his fear
but as they buckled up she saw it
his eyes were filled with tears

so she climbed into his lap
put her arms around his head
softly whispered in his ear
and this is what she said...


I know it’s hard that mommy’s gone
but we have each other here
if you look into my eyes
you’ll see, mommy’s always near
so on those stormy nights,
when there’s no peace to find
if you need a guardian angel
you can borrow mine


now five years have gone he struggles on
she’s growing way too fast
this little girl’s his only world
and his mirror to the past

he still holds those little hands
though she turned twelve today
it’s hard for him to see it,
but that’s what the candles say

he carried her down the hall
left a kiss upon her head
took the dreaded walk alone
as he headed off to bed

there upon his pillow, he found
the neatly folded note
with a hand drawn heart across the top
and words that hung in his throat


just a little note to say
daddy, you’re my hero and
ill never go away...but,

when you lie awake, I hear you cry
sometimes I cry with you
she knows how much we love her
guess what...she loves us too
so on those sleepless nights
when there’s no peace to find
if you need a guardian angel
you can borrow mine


he took her little hand
as they walked down the aisle
he passed her off, to her new life
with sorrow and a smile

and as she took her vows
not to part until death
he couldn’t help but weep, for
that’s how her mother left

fifteen years from that day
he’s in a waiting room
seven and a half pounds later
a baby born in June

he holds her in his arms
falls in love at first sight
leans over, whispers in her ear
as he welcomes her to life


this world has its ups and downs
you will have your share
both bad and good times wait for you
make the best of what is there

and on those restless nights

when there’s no peace to find

if you need a guardian angel
you can borrow mine

just look to where I’ve always looked
you will find love strong

see, we share our guardian angel
and you can call her mom





kc '10

Sleep And Other Things Lost




In the absence of ardor and peaceable wits,
madness creeps and fondly sits
In the recesses of a withering mind

Oh lover, oh lover,
please do not have strayed far,

the latch remains open
and the door left ajar
Ajar, ajar it’s been left ajar
Return to its creaking and popping
while sweeping
Again to the door left ajar

Last night I sat at bed-foot, in dire need of rest-but
Through eyes that plead for slumber,
the failed ole sheep by numbers
I could not find that foe of mine

Awake I dream, dreaming,
a life in peril seeming, loneliness impeding
This, my stagnant, life’s redeeming-
Now, if never should come to me a wink- in time
This abandoned, weightless heart might sink
Into a pool of envy
For that elusive foe of mine

Hours pass now ever slow,
since love hath wondered thru that door
Ignoring a hearts wretched implore

With it took a wholesome mind
and left the decomposing kind
Worsened by the disappearance,
the overwhelming known coherence
That I too miss that foe of mine





kc`10

Acuity

where I once saw you
in the majesty of the
sunrise
I now see an insipid
horizon
where I once held you
in steady arms
I now tremble
with the `membrance
of empty words

now, I find myself
alone
growing accustom
to not sleeping
living the lifestyle of a
vampire (minus the powers)
and yet,
I’ve never felt so
mortal

so I hide behind the
fake smile,
I’ve dressed myself in
for weeks
and wash down another
capsulized
diversion
as I sip from tears
falling on pale skin

all in an effort
to offset the
sobering realization
that I’d sooner
touch a star
than reach even a portion
of your heart




kc ‘10

Pooped in and had to check out your most recent writes... and again, each one blows me away more than I can express. {{{Kevin}}} your talent & skill with words is indeed phenomenal & humbling! Love to you & yours

Fate (Or Not)


That leaf wasn’t destined for the
gutter

In fact,
if it wasn’t for the hasty abandoning of the
bicycle
in the corner of the yard

or the child extracting it from
the spokes and
carrying it away until she was
distracted by
the cat sitting on the car
in the driveway

It most likely would have ended up against the
house

Where it would have been either
bagged or burned






kc `10

Very Fulfilling

KC as I sat here and read "The Guardian" the tears were flowing from my eyes as they fell upon the keyboard. This one touched not only my heart but as well brought the memories from the past racing again...... For I lived that little girls life as well

That was absolutely Beautiful your writing amazes me more and more each time I venture off into these forums to take a peak to see what everyone is posting.....

Liquid Friends


another Sunday morning
and my eyes feel like they're bleeding
from another Saturday night alone

and I know that I won’t find you
at the bottom of a bottle, but I’m hoping
I might find a way to drink you gone

last night the stars were dripping from the sky
tears were hanging in my eyes
I never thought I’d feel this way again
never thought I’d need a liquid friend

the chair where I passed out, isn’t much to look at
but it’s more comforting to me than a lonely bed

and I think my hair is trying to escape my head

my back’s shaped like a question mark-chin is growing razor wire
there’s a pool of drool surrounding my cell phone

I’m just glad my nose didn’t try to call your home

my clothes could use a bath I guess-ashtray probably needs a rest
the white shoe on the stove? I have no clue

the one on my left foot is colored blue

there’s a contact rolled up under my eyelid-but I don’t dare look for it
and a submarine on patrol inside my gut

the horseshoe in my throat-is just for luck

and the stars were dripping from the sky
while tears were hanging from my eyes
thank god for my loyal liquid friends
think I’ll pour a shot and start again

the stars were dripping from the sky
tears were hanging in my eyes
I never thought I’d feel this way again
thank god for me I’ve got my liquid friends





kc '10

Fixation
she hates putting them in her mouth
doesn’t like the taste
the smell
or the feel

she hates having to use her hands on them
pealing back the skin…
…holding things

it’s almost like work

she hates how they start out firm
and end up soft
even mushy
sometimes

and she hates the way it feels
going down her throat
lumpy,
slimy
and then it leaves a less than
desirable
aftertaste

when you hear her explain this;
it’s easy to understand why
she hates
bananas




kc ‘10

A Brief Case

look at him there…
in his suit and with his Wall Street Journal
and his
briefcase

me here in my hooded sweatshirt
and my sack lunch

Christ!…for two years it’s been pretty much
the same group of us
5:30 AM. every morning
waiting for the same bus and never so much as
hello

I’ll get off at different stop
and go to work with a bunch of other guys
with their sack lunches

and him…
he’ll take the bus uptown and
run around all day discussing important business matters
with other “important businessmen”…
and their
briefcases

after work I will meet a couple of friends
at my favorite bar, have a couple of beers
and a few laughs
and we’ll laugh at the businessmen
sitting in their booths
sipping their Martini’s with one hand
while the other is clutching those precious
briefcases

then, it’s on home to my run down rental; where I’ll feed the dog,
have one more beer and fall asleep on the sofa

he’ll go to his pricey studio
have a bit more vodka and then crawl into bed… alone

…huh…I wonder if he’s ever tried to **** that goddamn
briefcase




kc ‘10

Enjoyed the reading.

Always love your poems kc

The Return of Touch beautiful

thank you both for taking the time

Dude inspiration,!!!!

wish you did not beat up those geeks to hard