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Charlie and Freddy

They carry me off to sweet dreams
Almost every night
Charlie being my fav blanket
And Freddy being my teddy
But I miss your body
Lying next to me in bed
With its incredible ability
To overheat me
I miss your smell
That lets me know
All is well and good in the world
I miss your sweet
Tender kisses
And to hear you say
"And you as well"
Come home
Please come home today
And hold me
I need you
In ways I never
Needed anyone before
Charlie cant care
And Freddy doesnt have a heart
Neither can speak
The way you can without saying a word


Snuffing Me Out

You can take
All I have
You can destroy
Almost all I am as well
But never
Please never
Take away my spirit
The very essence
Of who I am
Be human
Enough
To know
That should you
Take away my spirit
You would surely
Take away my life
And I would
Surely
Die
As a rose
That was torn
From its source
Of life


Sad Way Of Showing

Just another Wednesday
Traffic noise
Pervades my blessed
Peace
7 a.m. and I have yet to
Go to sleep
I think of you
Somewhere in London
Sleeping peacefully
I hope
Did you dream of me?
Did I dance in your dreams?
Did you think of me?
The first thing
Before your morning wood
And the urge to pee
I doubt it
For I know
That I dont mean as much to you
As you mean to me
Or if I do
You have a sad way
Of showing it


On A Easter Day

I stood in a garden
Surrounded by petals
Of all shades
Listening to the accent
Of my welsh host
Tinkling on about psychology
He was a brilliant man
Funny and not at all like my perception
My stereotype
Of a college lecturer
Intelligent but still finding
The laughter
In human bumbling

I sat in his den
With his lovely wife
Gales of laughter
Filtered by glass upon glass
Of gin and orange juice
And to my poor bred ears
It was the laughter of angels
I even told a joke or two
Joined in the conversation
With my college educated thoughts
Warm and cozy
So very relaxed
Not needing to be more than what I was
I felt at home

I sat in his kitchen
At the dining table
While the lovely missus
Prepared a feast
Seasoning and trimming
Spreading over a groaning table
Hospitality abounded
My taste buds sated
Heavenly aromas danced
Within my nostrils
As she told of her life
Some bits and bobs
And I shared with her
Bits and bobs
Then the meat of life
Came in
And a lovely heart to heart
Surrounded by a lovely
Cottage kitchen

I went to their toilet
Through the door
At the top of the stairs
Cozy and definitely relaxing
I sat urinating
And listening to the laughter
Below me
Feeling at peace
For the first time in days
I admired her face creams
From New York
Where I had just left
Not so many months before
I admired the attention to details
That so many others miss
Especially in a toilet

I will never forget
A evening of pleasure
By the graciousness
Of two very vibrant
Unique people
Who simply
Opened their cottage
On a Easter Day
And allowed those who entered
To simply be

Only wicked dreams are forever locked away, never for someone else to hear or to see the light of days


Sad Little Lives

Boring, sad little lives.
Endless moments of collective happenings.
Combine and mixed
With selective memory.
Glimpses of memories
Then become a hazy reflection.
Why try so hard
To forget the negative
Hold onto the positive,
Only when the negative memory
Is needed it is quickly pulled
From the dregs,
The farthermost pits of our minds.


Magpies

How much more
Could I do?
What more could I give
Should I have to do more?
For you to tell me where I stand
What do I mean to you?
Am I a burden?
A strapping great oak
Cut down in its prime
To be toted on your shoulders
Then used for the great crucifixion
Your magpie you say
Do I really take that much?
From you
You never mention the things
That I do for you
That I dont have to do
But I do out of love
Or these days
Because I feel I owe it to you
For all that you do
But yet I wonder
Just how much do you do
I think we are both magpies
Taking bits and pieces from each other
The shiny bits
The bits we like
Leaving the other bits to rust


Humble

For a brief
Moment
In time
I was humbled
I stood in awe
Of someone's heroics
Of someone who dared
To give their life
To give every emotion
To someone they loved
Or someone they didnt even know
But because it was a fellow creature
They cared
Makes me ashamed
Ashamed that I am
So self possessed
Stuck on stupid
So for a moment
I stand
Humbled
With tears in my eyes
Tightness in my chest
My inner knute stirred
Warmed by someones kindness
That wasnt even directed at me


Holding Forever

I sit to massage
Forever
Not as in time
But as in my future
I massage forever
For it sits in the palm
Of my hand
Forever is full of decisions
More important than
The color of my toast
A moment in time
Can last an eternity
Inhabit wide-open spaces


Corner a human
They too
Will respond
Like a wounded animal
Striking out at the tormentor
A warning
Cease the infliction
Of pain
Insinuation
That all is not as it should be


Common Threads

stand on the outside, look at the glimpses i give of my life, know the love i have for andy, the same as you have for your wife.
know the pleasure, that our friendship gives, it doesnt take from our relationships, for in our hearts love for them lives. we are kindred spirits, that much is true, so much alike, i see myself in you.
for i too can see your smile, read it in your words, to ourselves we are common threads, even if to others we are nerds.
you give me inspiration, you really make me think, dig deep within myself, give my soul a drink.
for accepting me as myself, expecting nothing from me in return, the embers of a friendship sparked, one that will for eon's burn.
no more no less, we have no hidden agenda, just a friendship, honest and true, so very tender.