How can you feel you’ve lost what you have
Yet never feel like you ever had what you lost
The paradox of love distance relationships
Long distance love
How can any real love be distant
Or be explained by the length of separation
When love is the desire to be one with
Not to be with one
Love
Atonement
I’ve spent so much time trying to atone
A lot of things I’ve toned down
I’m not perfect, and yet you still first, see my tone
Can you even feel the pain in my tone
Or are you tone deaf
I pick up the phone – no dial tone.
Son’s Day- Sunday
You’ll probably never know, maybe one day
But I saved blocks of time and space
Hours of thoughts and memories
Nights of dreams and sleeplessness
Plenty of ink and paper
All for you…
Antagonistically the amount of buttons we push throughout our lifetime-
I have devoted as much time for love,
Countless time and an infinite amount in tow I saved –
A space, thought, memory, daydreams, pen and paper
But most importantly, a day
To infinitely press your mom’s buttons
Just to get to my son on Sunday.
Hurts Good
I ran away from pleasure
and embraced the pain
to which became her name –
love hurts – but I love hurt
and I love hers – because I love her….
pain
Insight
The inspiration that women incite,
Excites – and that’s insight
For inside, in that dim light
Within that dim life
In the depths of a lions den haunted by them nights
When the ink pen writes
every ink bleeds, the pen cries
symbolically when a man cries
with no woman in-sight.
Cunning-Linguist
I don’t need to know your whereabouts or what you’re wearing out
and if you wore it out –
Even if it’s a dress, unless you’re undressed
But there’s one thing we need to get addressed, before you get a dress,
Like, why were you seen leaving his address?