Broken,
jagged,
enough rough edges
that one let close
could snap off a piece,
leaving what remains
more ragged than before.

am I then brave
or foolish
to let one in?

I mostly write for me-
dear readers,
do I do you disservice
by not crafting you words of greatness
to lift your soul?

Je suis totalement bourré
But I am with my boys
And I have joy.

There are faces missing,
As always,
For no matter how hard we try
We will miss something
In this life.

Gather these times,
Seize the memories
Before they pass into the night.
Hold on,
And they shall keep you warm later.

Two struck me mortal blows;
         Funny that the second
         Follows the first by but
         Two seasons.

The same two called me dear.
         Strange that it always requires my power
         To get more than passing conversation.

Two were begged,
Pleaded for instruction.
          But how to be what they want
          And expect from "friend"
          Still lies beyond my comprehension.

The morning will put these words
To regrets,
But I burn now,
Under relentless failure
And the weight of a world I built for me.

Too late,
I think it is not to my liking.
I would I had the strength
To make me anew.

Lover,
Never find my grave.
Never stumble upon
      my humble stone
      and sullen earth.

Lover,
Never weep there.
Never water the soil
      I sleep beneath
      where I'll sense not you.

Lover,
All the salt in the world
Tossed from your sad eyes
Could not make me walk again.

Lover,
Never find my grave.
I promise never to search
     for yours.

je suis encrulee
and I don;t have the energy
to look up the right words

i'm drunk
and the human heart
is a stupid thing
that can go die in a fire

I allowed people to glimpse
At a place where I kept secrets;
But now where shall I hide the tales
I do not wish to tell?
Where shall I sequester
The stories their eyes can't see?