Moratorium

You are the haunted house I still return to
The sad song whose tune still rings true
You are the dream imagined but never lived in
My husband and father of our Kids,
My protector and the best friend I never had
You are the "HIM" and thus I struggle to forget you
I'm still the man whose heart you broke a while ago,
& thus I cannot forgive you
Who's fault is it anyway that you were a mere ghost on this ship?
Who's fault is it anyway that I said what I meant and kept promises made?
At this moment I wouldn't dare wish love on anyone else
At this moment If I did I'd be like a promoter of the death of one
in another's hands
All love must cease to exist
Do I mean this?
Yes, temporarily and even perhaps beyond the blue-toned seas
Man, man, man how twisted we have this
May this delay be filled with endless scripts
A reminder to protect ones heart, always and without a doubt
I am cold,shivering, bruised
And perhaps why the endless, uninvited visits
I come to your house to haunt you
At least then we can both scare each other
Cease to be together and forever
You are the haunted house I still return to
The sad song whose tune still rings true
You are the dream imagined but never lived in
My husband and father of our Kids,
My protector and the best friend I never had
All love must cease to exist
Do I mean this?

B

There really is no place
And not enough space
And hence perhaps the distance...
God knows what he's doing, keeping us from illusion
But I need to know if through meeting
Wasn't it for our own healing?
Look at that
Where mine are closed yours are open
And where I frown you are smiling
We are one
But you're there and I'm here
I need to know, I want you here with me
Spirit rise, don't say you're too afraid

Your hands are the definition of protection
Your arms a place where I once found home
Your lips, tulips
They grow when you smile
Your eyes like the sky
Within them stars that bring light
Your hair so grand even if unkempt
Your ears they listen to my lousy and useless rants

Very few believe we will be
Sometimes I too am that shit
Some say "but he's all the way over there"
But is it not I who's too far?
I want the time to come
When my hands can be your morning crown
A kiss,  a stare, and run to you when the world makes you frown

Don't keep yourself hidden from me
I'll drown
Don't say we cannot anymore
Keep listening to the sound
The heart, spirit really does shout

Your hands are the definition of protection
Your arms a place where I once found home
Your lips, tulips
They grow when you smile
Your eyes like the sky
With stars that bring light
Your hair so grand even if unkempt
Your ears they listen to my lousy and useless rants

You're my muse
I'm sure to you that'll come as no news
You'll judge this for being too rhymy
Huh! I'm out of words now
But the rest really flew out

Artist. Healer.

I'm an artist first
A healer second
Who says it can't happen?
Send them my way, the naysayers and sooth seekers
Those who find it hard to fathom that all gifts don't  belong patterned
I can do them both and even more
I write, I sing
I read and learn but, also show for show
I want to sing out loud and dance with the crowds
But also need time alone and to hold on to my god-gifted crown
I want to hold a baby in my arms and help them speak
I want her ears to ring when it snows
and help her with the capture of sounds
And even their peaks
But I also want to be who I was meant to be;
I want to sing
I want to dance
I want to write and share this with the world
I want but more so need
To share this belief and truth with the world

That I'm an artist first
A healer second
Who says it can't happen?
Send them my way, the naysayers and sooth seekers
Those who find it hard to fathom that all gifts don't  belong patterned
I'm an artist first, a healer second
I'm an artist with thirst
A healer criss-crossed
I'm an artist, I'm a healer
I'm here now
Whether you believe or don't believe m-er
I'm here
I'm here