Anesthetic

When I'm with you — I feel no pain.
Novocaine.
Laughing gas
Except no one is laughing.
Other than you.
What to do?
When the world isn't on your level.
The devil is not detailed
He's fishing out your brains
From your remains.

Touched by an Angel

Touched by an angel
The boy thought to himself
Amazed & somewhat embarrassed
He had fallen so hard
So fast
Like never b4
Enchanted
Like Eros' arrows had pierced his soul
She whispered
"It's impossible to stay you know."
I must leave
When the wind changes direction

Answers

I asked you how far you've come
To acquire the answers you seek
You tell me
"Over many mountains."

"I've crossed rivers and seas, scaled mountains. I've leaned on the kindness of others to support me on my journey."

"I know you have the answers."

"Will you share with me?"

I tell you I have contemplated this for decades.
I have studied Sciences you couldn't begin to understand, concepts you couldn't begin to comprehend.

I sought these answers due to an overwhelming desire to know
Exactly the answers you seek.

The answers are quite simple.
So simple you will not believe them.
The answer is "Because we can be."

As far as meaning, I have excellent news for you.

You get to create the meaning. The meaning is whatever you want it to be.
But my counsel to you is to help as many as you can.

And treat each and every life on this Earth with the respect so deserving of so rare a gift.

You sigh and nod your head.
Unsatisfied, but comprehending.

A long journey home, have you.
Rivers and oceans to cross.

"Please share this gospel as you go," said I.

You assure me you will.

Personal Heaven

Eyes the bluest sky —
Skin as soft as velvet —
Your smile takes me to places I've never been.
Your touch, a million marks on my soul —
Never leave me ever.
I will beg if I must.

Live with me forever.
For life with you is my own personal Heaven.

His Name was Jauan

His hair on fire,
He came in hungry
Willing to sacrifice
Willing to learn
A ball of energy
That lit up the field
There was something there
Too obvious to ignore
But little did they know
The extent of his will
How deep was his hunger
How hot the fire burned

His want to was legendary

So was his play

His love for his teammates

And for the game

There can only be one

We'll see his like never again

We can be glad there was one

His name was Juan

Unfortunate Embrace

When eyes meet
And souls speak
A spark alights
Taken to heights
You've never seen
Either you or she
A flutter of the soul
You must never let her go
But the dance is short
And the moment brief
You cannot court
And there's no relief
So brief the song
So poor the plan
For she belongs
To another man

If I were Lear

I want to write like Lear.

I wish I had a third ear.

For then I could hear,

Whenever you're near

And ask you to bring me a beer.

Saturday in Knoxville

The ribs drip sauce on my #14 jersey.

I wipe it up as best I can.

Swiperboy is playing in the background.

Christian figured out how to make a bowl out of an apple.

So I'm a little high.

Chris dropped by the tailgate to drop off some Jack Daniels. 

It was his gift to the tailgate.

Shortly we walk towards the stadium.

Cannot miss the Vol Walk. We get as close as we can to the rope but it's not close enough.

A man complains he's been in this spot for an hour. He's not even close to the rope.

I'm buzzing from the Jack Daniels which I drank straight.

I tell him to bug off. 

Walking by the torchbearer and there's the Lady Vols basketball team. 

I yell to Draya making a fool of myself.

I'm tipsy and I really don't care what people think. She greets me and I shake her hand.

We split up when we get to Neyland because we all

have different seats. 

We're early but it's fine.

We make our way to our seats at the edge of the row in the South endzone. 

Chair backs await us and we settle in.

The crowd is already amped but it's freezing cold.

This is the best place to watch football in the entire world.

Me, the Sonnet

If I were a poem, I'd be a sonnet.

Seems to me that of all the poetry

The sonnet is the most romantic.

And that is me.

A hopeful romantic.

Your Voice

Whiskey on my breath, I whisper in your ear Let me have tonight. Let me hold you near. Smiling through your eyes You do not say a word But everything you're thinking, know that everything was heard. 

A Tree

It's free Being a tree My needs Come to me I move only with the wind And bend my arms to him He tells me secret things Of life beyond the leaves Of a girl, he brings to me A picnic under a tree The years go on I grow Ever larger, taller,
More imposing
Still, he visits me
A tree important to he
One day a child appears
To frolic in my shed leaves
It's nice to have them near
It's nice to be a tree