In my mind a there’s precipitation caused by dark clouds forming the humidity of the humility suffered and endured. The forecast calls for rain, which I’m not prepared for, but still it rains. So I dance in this rain, through the pain, acid... tears, salty are the tears burning my eyes. Oh how I despise the heavens for opening up, not my tears, God’s tears drowning me in my prayers; while I dance underwater, accumulated rain, through the pain. Inner happiness – what brings a smile when sitting quietly alone in an empty room; this is what I stand to gain in my mind; there’s a perception of precipitation, so I guess I’ll have to be buy an umbrella…..

...To all who have lost a loved one...

Just like time, this too shall pass. Not the beginning nor the end just the passing; of time side by side life in spite of feeble attempts to prolong and put at bay; To remain alive is what we fight for; Related to time from beginning to end, blood relative not by choice, but by circumstances its cousin’s name is demise; this is existence’s plight. Once you accept death, you're free to live. No longer caring about your reputation. You no longer care, except so far as your life, to be used tactically to promote all that, which you believe in. Only then do you attain a fear for less; for death...

Be Fearless…of the dark; storms on the horizon; impending things with no names and no substance just the same. Imagined, created with acceptance. Stop owning the emotional bruises not by your own demise but by those cowards using co_words, with unsheathed tongues flailing about, flinging conjecture, hear-say here and there is what they spout, from that spicket  between their ears;

only because they care_less dispite what they never knowing how to be fearless…

Where they were....

 ...is where I been; revisiting the past now and then

looking back on time; only for it to pass me by

watching, wondering, pondering.....why

I let such beauty; yes you and I; leave me reminiscin’

moments in time echoing in my heart;

 damn I miss them where should I begin

Where they were...

...is where I begin; still wanting them now and then

looking back on time; no longer needed;

because time stands still waiting to be greeted

by love we started but never finished; no more need to be reminiscent

Where they were...

...is where I wanted to be; past mistakes made regrettably

the hands of time which stole from us; now works for us remarkably

Our hand moved by minutes of the second hand; dealt to us

a "Life Transplant" is what we call it...

I'm the donor and you're the recipient.

Where they were

...no longer a concern

where we are...to be; is up to you and me

a passion thought extinguished still burns

hotter than before; our essence; our love, eternally

is where they are…to be!