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This morning I woke up bleeding Again this Aged war Shallow breaths, clawing trenches in my face The dog came down to sleep Wrapped tigh against himself He'd rather be near And cold My hands build a soft home and he Drifts to where we all go And for a while I lay down my arms

once for years I asked god What to do with this love in my heart How to tend these burns To pluck these thorns once a priest from a faith not mine Said god comes not To slay suffering but to fill it with presence That I love Truly These embers wake And see better the divine through you Pause a moment, a passing life Let us pray

I am, today and yesterday Ungrateful and as Years pass on wherever More and more aware of this Taking without pause what good is given me Rejecting every pain Can I not with my gifts be pleased? First kiss passed over liqored lips and racing heart Beat Bleeding alone in the rain The ever endless sky bending the horizon Fit to break This ever fractured heart All a glitter Each a gem Cast from heaven, down to mud And yet I haggle Not enough Tomorrow

Oh but love dont flinch I will not let it touch you Heart of mine Please, stay with me a while and dream Tell me of your sorrows My sea is vast and deep Be human here and now And I will hear you, I will see Ill cover all my shards and edges You'll never even guess I promise to be what you need And in the morning fade to mist

From time to time Between the endless always and forever I will read a poem or See a face mid song or Cut myself on a broken piece of Someone's art and beating heart I so rarely feel alive Like that which is Unspeakable Are all these words just so much rope thrown out to sea? The writer died, Ill never tell them Touch them, know them These moment carve me and Die in my throat unswallowable life made wrong, by god or self same difference Can let go of this life Unbitterered?

The eyes I met were always clouded Not seeing me but Some part of me writ large A version of me thay was needed And all the love couldn't reach me Letters sent to wrong houses Buckling under the strain of Stretching too tall for legs that crooked A role I knew by a heart I kept beating Through violent CPR I hate that heart and its lies Its blood that stains my shirt Its refusal to die Feeling pathetic that My fear The engine of it all is That when I finally ta

In the ours after dreams Sifting through the flotsam of My slow receding mind I speak to you Or ghosts of you I carry behind my eyes And practice how I'll say it What words will fit you best When I am gone to join the wind And you to hold the rest I wish to leave with you some truth Some tidy wisdom from the act But I know that all Ill leave you is the silent, bloody fact The truth is bloody living and I have forfeit breath and bone And my final words will only be The sile