clear skies

I told her the sky would be blue again tomorrow
Gathered by things tied to a string & walked toward an uncertain horizon
Our love had been reduced to the fickleness of weather forecasts
& life had my skies permanently cloudy
Even her sunshine couldn’t break through the pain of me being my own worst enemy
And when I made them partly cloudy
She was completely tired of the grey I wore on my face
And suggested space
Maybe then the clouds would dissipate
I would have no more rainy days
But fate
Or miscalculated predictions added fuel to a system already turning tightly
& if I woulda stayed around that lightning woulda struck mightly
Thrice on the same nightly
I didn’t want a hurricane so I packed up tightly
Went where the high and low pressure couldn’t meet for a fight
But she’s still calling me tonight
Wanting me to be that light that used to fertilize her dreams
Jumpstart everything but I can’t
We predicted this system & we agreed to ride it out
Through the rain, sleet, snow & dry nights
But I’ve felt too many cracks in my skin to continue to battle a sandstorm of circumstances
That’s why I’m changing direction
Even from where I stand I can see her clouds gathering
Torrential rains of her tears mix with the thunder of her sobs
Breaking up is a hard job but someone had to do it
If we were to ever see clear skies again
Catch a wind gust and fly again
Be the rainbow in my eyes again
Til all those good weather days are back again
I’m headed toward a bright horizon
Where I can see the blue hues of a clear sky
And a warmth of sunshine I won’t let fade
These fair weather days are hard to predict
But I’ll make it through

Red rose

she picked me
from a field of red roses
to be the flower of her dreams and desires
she grew me
in the softness of her bosom
she showed her love for me
with her two forefingers
caressed my stems ever so gently
til I knew that love
the day she handled me roughly
my thorns pricked her esteem til the blood ran
platelet I am not
multiple paper cuts totaled her anguish til she cut me
chlorophyll my life force is spilled
Off with my head
She shed a tear
And marveled a beauty still retained
Though ripped from the root
Without a stem to stand
Her plan for salvation
Everlasting life between glass and four walls
Framed
As a reminder that flowers
Though wild
Do transgress
But deserve
Redemption