For Tweed 3 Years and So Many Tears How I wish you were here...

Not a day goes by where I don't think about you

You and I, we went through so much together

You held me

while I held you

You visited my soul

when I was in darkness

and needed me

as I needed 

you.

Through the veil and the time and the ages, 

here you are again, 

with some stranger's face, 

with some stranger's grace. 

In every cat's lovely face, I see you.

(But I'll never get over you, my cranky old man)

Tweed ( 1997 - 2011)

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the hands cover
over the mouth
over the eyes
hands clasp around
the heart and hurt
anything trying
to get in from the outside

no information
no explanation
you find yourself
face down
dead town
rusting city
torn down
playgrounds
children hide on the inside

crumbling statues
reveal hidden values
heroes covered over
by moss, acid rain
and ferrous stains
shadowed by the evening lights

My Little Problem

one look in
my eyes
abandoned in the soft
gold afternoon light
cruel clocks crackle
estranged by distance
like arabian horses
trampling and dancing
on the edge of deserts.
the strength of days
depleted the same
way as the moon.
A sudden flash
the strike of a match
and the fire starts
all over again
every time
I look in
your eyes.

Split Death/ Life moment

spent too much time
in the garden
of disillusionment
when weeds
and thorns
dredged up scorn
from beyond
the mystic
barrier.

we were
forced to
carry her
like a chariot
like charcoal
smudged on
the corpses
of the past
no coins
or shrouds
just the maddening crowd
and the endless
rows of judging eyes
and their weakness
and the moaning
of their lies.