the collapse

sadness sudden and profound

where does it come from

an experience so rare

it pushes from my very soul

waves of grief turns of relief

sobs from my gut wrenched and twisted

years held tight released to light

the collapse into release

is all right again

Long Live the Tallest Poppy

With Love for You

Well what of it

The days of mourning past

To move thee forward

Into the foray this being has begun

I truly do love again

Me 

when we truly realize that we are all alone is when we need others the most

Ronald Anthony

munificence trust

what remains

this silent vigil

in need

indeed

in deed

the soul lays bare

for all to see

for finding unwanted

yet desires be clear

guilty of infliction

ache and grief

guilty of reverence

selfless relief

verdicts be fair

the facts present

and known

what works

what won’t

choices

together?

and how remains

or if…….

an empty box filled

inside this big tin carcass

is a tin box

this box is empty

it would contain the love

and joy

and experience

a child should always know.

one reflects into these spaces

and often sees and hears

echoes

of nothing.

now i peer and hear

and receive love

and joy

and experience

from my new heart

newly opened to receive

the life of experience

the future of promise

you bring to me

my friend.

reEmber

remember who we are

so separate and distinct

so wonderfully afar

disparate souls on a common journey

desperate souls on a disparate journey

we travel together in this space

we love and we cool

and love again

friendship re-embered