What those lost do not say.

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.

the war unseen

Even in times of peace

the war unseen

rages on inside

someone, somewhere

like a match

full of absolute sulfur

just a spark

heard yet never seen

felt like a ghost

in the corner of the eye

ready to strike

and oh how it does,

oh how it haunts.

the drink and the man

It’s not the drink

that kills the man

it’s the man

that kills the man

like an unbiased observer

the drink is just company

waiting for the man

to either come to his senses

or drink a little more.

 

 

pain and suffering

If all you have learned from pain and suffering, is pain and suffering, you may not have been paying close enough attention. It’s easier than not to be distracted by pain in the midst of true suffering. And true suffering can come and go like an univited guest whom you immediately tell to leave, but pause for a moment. Instead of shunning, try welcoming it. If you can listen long enough, you will understand that all your pain and suffering is valid, and in turn more valuable than a room full of welcome guests. It can teach you many things but first you must learn how to listen and that in itself is yet another form of pain and suffering, one that with patience, and practice, can be somewhat managable. It all just depends on who’s speaking because your pain and suffering is not mine, and mine is not yours, but if you listen closely I believe you’ll see we aren’t so different, we aren’t nearly as alone.