Changing tide

...Yet another sad breakup poem

I am at the turning of the tide
Couldn't hold it if I tried
It all goes out together
My sustenance
And leaves me dry

Sitting on these crags
My company in the sun
Will You give me salt water to drink?
As I meet another age alone

No use, no use, chasing the tide
everything I've done
no longer hid
the change has come

a death of idolatry

you were my meditation day and night
your memory my daily food
the thought of you sustained me
that I would be with you one day was my strength

I desired you more than my necessary food
and I built to give you life more abundantly
how could I not see that your heart was far from me?
now I am altogether brought low and downcast
at your swift dismissal

a degree, a new home, a plan

castles made of sand

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nevertheless, this endless desert is what I drew
it was my contemplation true
not you,
you are an mirage,
this desert, with thirst and heat is real.
You, I cannot touch.
this desert sears my soul.

The Worth of a Man

of my visit to see him

But I went there.
And the worse thing that you could do to me was nothing.
And now the worse thing that you can do to me is nothing.
If it were a power play,
If you were but constrained,
If you had words or deed that you would render,
It is too late
2010 was the deciding year.

And please don't frown upon me now,
Or my actions
To preserve my peace.
There are plenty of girls to pursue and cheat.
Is this all I feared?

Yesterday a day was coming when we would be together.
Tomorrow that day will never come.
I hope you understand.
Your wealth and riches lied in your smile and helping hand.
Thousands later you'll understand.

The worth of a man.

You Can't Win This One

Let's suppose your lover were on a stream floating away with another.
And let's suppose he thought you never saw him through the morning mists.
And let's suppose you were willing to take the risk of being noticed.

Hello how are you,
Who Is This?
Oh a friend from work, how nice you missed today.

And let's suppose you hid your jealousy underneath and tried to be kind that week.
Let's suppose you didn't say a word as the questions corroded your soul.
Let's suppose you ignored all the signs that you were not the only one,

to Have and Hold your dearest friend.

No. You sat on the bank that day, after they had sailed away.
You contemplated a secret kill; just like every lover will.
And after crying your eyes out 'til you turned pale.
You passed through the gardens of your ill will,
and thought of how to win him back,

But, with the present wounds you know, you cannot turn a old stream's flow.