There's no starting over

There's no starting over
But there is a clean break
The bonsai transplanted
Doesn't have to eat cake

Allowing the branches
To grow out as they may
Thinking out loud without
Editing what to say

Forget bloody battles

Forget bloody battles
Every small surrender
Or minor victories
We need not remember

Only cheer the outcome
Indeed the war was won
Recall only reasons
Of why it had begun

We are still learning with

We are still learning with
Inspect and introspect
Fixing flaws, building walls
Survival and protect

We are children at heart
But the mind must oversee
Horizons are hiding
Great possibilities

So we start the demise

So we start the demise
The decaying of We
A limp, the heart or eyes
The replacement of knee

We are trudging in time
Or tripping on the coil
We are the next in line
To end up in the soil

In the face of Final

In the face of Final
We are the wilder bloom
Embracing happiness
Despite the facts that loom

Celebration climate
Environmental Joy
In open air and light
We're the real McCoy

Racing to the finish

Racing to the finish
Until no tomorrows
These emphemera days
Living on our laurels

Yet sacrifices and
Suffering, roads unpaved
Both luxury and not
Both pampered and enslaved

Broken limbs, bent flowers

Broken limbs, bent flowers

Perennials have roots

Storms, havoc and chaos 

The trivial disputes 

Recovering, healing

The scabs are coming loose

No more the tic-tac-toe

XO or duck duck goose 

Sidelined by circumstance

Sidelined by circumstance
The mere shuffle of cards
The random origin
Without any regards

The rock in the rapids
The deceptive unknown
Seeing the harvest it
Would have never been sown

In these useless events

In these useless events
Ant hills and not mole hills
The successful attempts
And the repetitive spills

Towering sequoia
And the daily grappling
Realization of
We are merely sapling

Your dreams are my dreams and

Your dreams are my dreams and
The opposite is true
When we wade in sorrows
We share a common blue

My weaknesses, your strengths
Sometimes I carry you
A valley, a mountain
Both have a point of view

There are no weather breaks

There are no weather breaks
Time is never broken
Words that are never said
Are thoughts left unspoken

The hearts we cannot reach
The hands we cannot touch
Life has just one stop that
Results in not so much

There are races to start

There are races to start
The getting of a goal
The setting of a pace
The widening of soul

There are finish lines we
Have to let ourselves cross
No perching on fence posts
And no victories to toss

Holding onto last hopes

Holding onto last hopes
With a fingertip grip
With eyes still focused as
The hold begins to slip

Beyond the point of no
Return without regret
Understanding full well
The climb without a net

After the emotions

After the emotions
The snagging of the thread
The ocean floor settles
The open heart has bled

Healing becomes foremost
Righteousness or regret
Learning and acceptance
Forgiveness and forget

Cannibalistic you

Cannibalistic you
Our sources now removed
Are you starving to death
Have your bowels not moved

Victim and attacker
Damaged heart grows colder
Both salt on the wound and
A shake past the shoulder

On an empty ocean

On an empty ocean

Without a crested wave

Words are flailing, failing

Above their water grave

Here in a Rothko space

Between blue colored blocks

Between magnetic poles

No islands, shores or docks

Endangering but wise

Endangering but wise
An answer to the cries
A chosen leader lies
And hypocrites follow

The initial demise
We can't compromise
Truth is where futures lies
We must fight not wallow

There’s a sadness to Spring

There’s a sadness to Spring
Time to leave things behind
Corners turn, doors closing
Out of sight, out of mind

In the act of reaching
There’s the need to let go
In the loud cry of yes
There’s a small whisper no

Empath melancholy

Empath melancholy
It’s as if I’m a ghost
The World is washing up
And eroding my coast

In the forest of trees
Or city skyscrapers
I am retreating to
Yards and yards of paper