Just Call!

When stories are old and the lights dim
And the memories fade and the dark days draw near
When empty days beckon for solemn sweet sleep
And you feel defeat knocking on your door

Just call

When the world knocks you down
And you feel all alone –
When friends leave your side and lover’s leave you dry
And the lows are you biggest highs

Just call

In the times of distress when you feel you’re a mess
And you can’t catch your breath
When the water keeps rising
And you can’t continue hiding
When the truth becomes a noose
That you can’t cut loose

Just call

I will be the tree that shades your dis-ease
And shelters you from the storm
I will hold your hand when you feel you can’t stand
And wrap my arms around you to keep you warm

When you find you’re afraid, I will show you the way

Just call

I will give you my breath if it’s all that I have left
So that you can withstand the storm
I will be your friend, even if it’s the end
And lay down my life to make everything right
Because I love you –

And all you have to do is

Just call!

F.E.A.R.

I am the tree that rustles in the wind
Leaves stripped, roots dried, bark chipped
Starving for sunlight
In a sea of white
Browned from the green that keeps me at peace
Losing life
Stoically still
Unfulfilled
And
Longing for a squirrel to scurry
Along my trunk
To offer me the warmth
That comes from his touch
Even if only for a moment

I am the dirt on the ground
Dried and hard
Walked upon
As if the support to walk
Is a one sided luxury that I can’t afford
Longing
Longing for water
To absorb
So that I can feel more
More than the heels that bear into my back
More than the soles that distract from the real issue
Lack –
Lack of love…of life

I am the homeless man with an outstretched hand
Reeking of all the things you fear
Dirt smudged face, hole-ridden clothes
And a smell that translates into a loss of all things material
I am a serial loss
That makes it easy to ignore the real truth
I am you
Created in your image
Mirroring the ugliness that you keep caged within

I am
Water
Fluid and cool
Watering fountains of youth with a skewed version of truth
Reported as news
Reaching far
Settling wide
I am a riptide
Raping sands on foreign lands to impregnate distrust
Lusting
Lusting for new prospects to convert
Into my religion

I am the hands bound together in prayer
Fingers woven through beads strung together on a rosary
Seeking
Searching
For divine guidance on this cosmic path of confusion
I am an intrusion of thoughts
Beyond the darkness
The loss that lingers at the edge of loneliness
I am the space
Between you

The
space
Between
you
And the things of truth

I am the words
Not yet whispered – echoing through a funnel of opportunity
I am the ears
Fallen deaf from years of apathy
Silenced into fear
I am the fear

And I am here

I am
FEAR

...waiting...

Waiting…

Waiting…waiting for the pearl to vibrate…to offer a sign of life…through waves that stretch across miles …waiting – knowing that the longer the wait the greater the change - and everything changes– because silence … silences is a language all its own…and it echoes … loudly.

Waiting…for an alert to sound…for a text to drift through and break the barrier of silence that deafens my voice – just waiting … as time becomes measured by the distance between the last words spoken and the presence of now –

waiting … waiting to be remembered – to be thought of – to matter…to matter enough to be upfront –

waiting – to be brushed off – to hear once again what a great guy always hears – I’m not ready…it’s all my fault…I have some issues…I’m still stuck!

Waiting…

Waiting for the ending…

just waiting…