She sits alone.
Stares at the phone:
New, unbidden demons
unleashed in her home.
A couple of calls!
That’s all
it took.
And her world was shook.
Then,
through another medium,
she hears new, angelic voices,
again:
“You’ve opened my sight!”
“You’re changing my me.”
“You were right!”
“Thanks to you, I see
freely!”
And the demons fade,
and aren’t even as much,
as drying dew in the glade,
due to the lives she’s touched.
Does everyone decide/
simultaneously/
when 2 slide/
and when 2 stop?/
When to work hard/
and when not?/
How does that work?/
How does that go?/
I never got/
that memo.
As I’m here
past Midnight, musing;
I wonder what makes
Life and Love so Confusing?
There’s much left undone
in this imperfect me;
but why are failures
and not positives seen?
I’m improving.
At least, I try.
Look at the good
in me, atypical guy.
(No, that’s not a typo.
I thought you should know).
Now I stand/
on the golden shore/
feet stuck in the sand;/
revealing more/
than I ever had before./
Wondering/
if I’m blundering./
Or if/
revelation is a gift.
Yer abandonment concerns/
make u leave me alone./
Yer fear says/
“B careful!/
He’ll leave you alone!”/
So U/
neglect 2/
write, text, phone./
But who’s/
being left undone?
Doubt is a seed/
it grows faster than faith/
because it’s a weed/
and in every case/
it chokes faith out/
without a doubt,/
unless we forget it/
and don’t let it.
I made a mistake/
of eating old/
chocolate cake:/
Checked 4 mold./
It sat/
in back/
interior/
of black/
car/
many days./
The error of my ways?/
I knew b4/
I’d lust 4 more.
Gentle new rain/
tap-tap-taps/
my window pane:/
I nap./
Dreamy u/
in my arms/
I feel anew/
your touching charms.
I again sleep/
deep.
I am luckier/
than getting lucky.
Here/
is a Kinnear!/
You should/
be here./