Gina

She's beautiful and a little bit crazy
But you'd be a fool to say
I'm not crazy too
She looks you in the eyes
You could say it's love
Or the drinks in her blood
She places your arm
around her waist
Let it rest there against her
A little bit sad
A little bit lonely
Together here for now
And when you kiss her
You know this isn't forever
And when she's ready
to go home
You look her in the eyes
and feel that sadness
once again
Don't let her go
but you will
She kisses you again
and you let
each other
go

All man does suffer
All man does live in joy too
Living on the tides

Joy & Grief

This world makes me weary
But it never forgets to 
Bathe me in joy.

If there were no joy
There could be no way
For any of us to continue

Cold winter morning
You do not fool me
I can see the Sun. 

Watch Her Walk

toddling around the living room

bright blue ball in her small hands 
she throws it   watches it bounce
across the room    throwing her hands
in the air     emits a cry of pure joy
i can't resist the emerging smile 
so I let my face wear it and laugh

a measure of happiness

I asked her once how
often she masturbated
and was surprised
when she said
at least once a day.
She laughed a little
after she told me,
I laughed as well.
I remember thinking
that women
didn't masturbate
as often as men.
I don't know
how I could have
held that thought,
but I did.
We haven't seen
each other in a very
long time.
She's been married
and from what
I've gathered-
recently divorced.
I hope she continues
to bring herself
happiness
because this world
doesn't always
spread it
as evenly as
it should.

Singing into the void.

Feeling It

If you cannot let yourself feel happiness

as it occurs to you,

then what, if anything,

do you have to look forward to?

Oh, Honey

plastic pick plucking strings,

a steady strum breaks out.

swaying like a reed in the breeze,

your heartbeat the metronome.

voice like rain, varying in intensity.

joyous relief,  joyous release,

an audience of one.