Remember me tomorrow
For who I was today
And understand my sorrow
Was never yours to save —
For everyone has reasons
The grieving call them brave
Who fought too many seasons
To end up in this grave
Still don’t mistake this sorrow
I’ve borrowed mine today —
Yet listen for tomorrow
What those lost do not say.
I have and will
Continue to travel
Over land, through seas
Near and far
Calm in nature
Of my present backyard
Now that I have found you
My fear of letting go
Like willows that surround you
My love blows to and fro
No longer does your sorrow
Need explanations, no
I long not to disarm you
I only wish to show
What lingers in those bright eyes
Your memories I’ll share
With cherry kissed tomorrows
My true love I am here
To brighten up your morning
You brighten up my heart
The broken wick you lit now knows
My twin flame in the dark
We are safe because we want to feel safe
And afraid because we allow ourselves to fear
All throughout the life I’ve know I’ve accepted what was
Hardly ever asking myself the real question, that is
What exactly do you want to be
Do you want to be loved? Feared? Saved?
Am I making myself clear?
Like standing by the railing of a ferry boat adrift
Looking out into the fog of early mornings spent
Nervous though I was, a child full of dread
Patiently awaiting the comfort darkness fed
Full of all my longings, too scared to make a sound
Reeling for the guidance, waiting to be found
But it wasn’t until I spoke the words
Which have placed me here today
And I wouldn’t place the blame where there is nothing left to blame
I could have got out long before that house we knew burnt down
I could have run away, what’s more
I could have made a sound
Though fear and faith are binding
For a child guilt is hard
And safety commonly looks like
A smile from afar
But now I’m counting crows, who’ve eaten all the crumbs
And as for beanstalks stalking, I’ve cut down every one
To grandma’s house goes Red, she no longer has to run
The piglets in their cabin, I hear they’re having fun
Released into the willows are fairytales Grimm
Now safe my inner child’s sound
My work it shall begin
I always forget my friends
When I need them most
Yet remember them always
When life’s too busy to speak
Drunk and sober
Drunk and sober
Still one leaf short
Of a Four Leaf Clover
I hope one day
The presence of my silence
Will bring security
To her heart.
Look at whoever
made you feel inferior
misplaced or intolerable
and ask yourself:
Whose burden do they carry?
Then remind yourself:
That weight is not meant for you.
Now tell whoever
made you feel inferior
misplaced or intolerable
you love them
And watch:
Their puzzled concern, still only for themselves.
Then walk away
leaving only the snakeskin they’re worth.
Put me in a coma
relieve me of this sense
Kill me with the karma
you use in your defense
In this life I’ve been lucky
as quiet as a mouse
The 9 I’ve since departed
like kitten’s claw a blouse
This pine scented aroma
of Hitchcock and suspense
Pawing at the dharma
crows circle in pretense
For once I thought the nut house
a home to mice and men
This state of being’s smartened
this boy’s escaped the pen.
I am not quite sure exactly what
Some parent’s expect of their children
In terms of success and failure
Because of course each individual is unique
In their own belief system developed through life
Though I do know exactly what
Some middle aged men and women
Expect of their parent’s, which is
Love and Understanding that
Love and Understanding means more to them
Than any award or prize, delusions of wealth
And superfluous measures of success
Handed down from Great-Grandfather to Grandfather
Then Father to Son who’s soul purpose it often seems
Is to belittle the latter, like some draconian wheel
Turning itself in circles, only to cause
An endless cycle of fear and inferiority
Leading nowhere fast, leading nowhere good
On an endless road of resentment and ill worth.
And we don’t ask for this. We are born to this.
We are flesh and bone
Fueled by the imperfections of our father’s
Father’s, father’s son
Who one day will understand he did nothing wrong
Oh Mother, dear mother
What have we done?
Words Of An Average White Male 