True Story

I Put her in my closet where none would see
My mistress that takes away my pains to be

There she resides every single day and night
To relieve my daily pains and fright

No one can see her or know she is there
I am the only one who cannot share

An ounce at a time lessens my pain
But permits me to hide my shame

A mistress indeed is the one I fear
Knowing she is forever near

American independence day
linkedin severance from English crown
Continental Congress representatives
parlayed courtesy thirteen original colonies
yielding Declaration of Independence
immediately rendered null and void
established vassalage courtesy British rule.

As I worked outside in my yard today,
An elderly man came walking my way.
He looked a little confused and lost,
I’ve seen that look before.

I tried to ignore him, I had things to do,
But as he looked at me, I glanced at him too.
I could tell by the look in his withering eyes,
That something wasn’t right.

He asked for some water and I said, “Of course”,
He was sweating profusely and his voice was hoarse.
I invited him to have a seat in the shade,
And slowly he sat down.

I've been having dreams about you

In the moment,
my heart is so happy to see you
alive and well.

But when I wake,
the pain of missing you returns
and I'm still here

alone.

Sitting at the camp fire
after a day of splashing,
swimming and water games.
Evening came in to surround us
with a cooling breeze.
Your fisherman knit sweater
you placed about my shoulders,
staved off a slight chill.
Quietly exchanging daydreams,
I noticed, wood smoke, was
the color of your smiling eyes!

The shadow of night,
has overcome me.
I try not to think
about reality.
My mind scarred and broken,
because of the past.
I found out just yesterday,
how the die had been cast.
I would never have imagined
this is is how it would be.
Nothing concrete,
but it remains to be seen
the residual effect of
traumatic brain injuries.
I struggle to concentrate
can’t find my words.
My glory days are over,
with nothing more to give.
I’m given to sorrow
please cut me some slack!

In gloaming's stillness a
murmuration provokes
A hidden dream a secret purr
Mistress in the closet's keep
Where shadows lie and secrets
sleep

Her laughter a ghostly breeze
Softly moves through midnight
trees
Eyes stars in moonlit mist
Guarding tales by darkness kissed

A presence felt phantom light
Dances through the silent night
In obscurity penetrating
susurrations interweave
Quiet lore few dare believe

She is the most glorious thing
I have ever seen.
How can I describe
the most wondrous of things?
Can I create an image?
I follow her blindly – everywhere.

She is like a rose blossom?
I think not..
the blossom does not smile
and she does.. with me.
It does not speak
yet she does..
The blossom does not reflect,
and we do.
The most elaborate
adorn themselves with sweet aroma,
she does not, but adorns herself
with simplicity.

Chased by the odds,
That make mortals
Out of the gods.

Faith sips her coffee,
Tells panic to take
Its dirty paws off me,

Or be ready for what’s next.
She might be silent as her
Muscles start to flex,

Her words become generals,
Turning fear’s lies
Into little league tee balls,

Stripping away its power
Until it’s broken,
Even for an hour.

When will I get it?
My resolve never wavers,
It has endless credit.