Lazarus

There’s no amount of time
I’d always want for more
Now my days seem endless
I’m broken to my core

My father Lazarus
Sleeps coldly in the ice
How is it that you’re gone?
It still does not seem right

You chill the stars and sea
And breeze upon my neck
As long as I will be
I swear I won’t forget.

Parkway at Dawn

My day begins in quiet dark

I long still to be fast asleep

My joints are sore as I embark

Another day ahead of me

The street is cold and dimly lit

My cup of coffee in my hand

As warmth begins to spread through it

I see the lights from where I stand

I say I’ll drive second today

As neither of us seems to mind

Engines stir as we’re on our way

It whirs and slowly passes time

As dawn begins to gently break

My head is still cloudy with dreams

Soon I will be fully awake
How I love the passenger’s seat

Azure

My love, he has the bluest eyes
They're deep and often sad
So deep that I feel lost at times
As if I had gone mad.

My love, he sometimes slips away
While he's holding me close
His eyes I see have gone astray
I wonder where he goes.

My love, I miss him while he's gone
I wish that he would see
If only I could come along
How happy we would be.

Cousins

Whenever I am down and out

I call you on the phone

We laugh and cry and scream and shout

Without caring who’s home

That’s how I know we’re family

Because you always care

And drink tequila shots with me –

What else in life is there?

The Morning

Once more I am awake at dawn

I hate to go to bed at night

The man who recently has gone

Creeps with the sun into my light

I pray that he will go away

Across the globe is not so far

Yet better still than yesterday

There just remains the smallest scar

Now lips do kiss where it once hurt

And laughing I’m a fool once more

Remembering how to smile and flirt

Feels better than it did before

The morning comes, now I can sleep

For night has passed quite wickedly

And though I may be falling deep

I’m doing so quite happily

Saccharine

How dare you come into my life

And take the pain away?

Heartache was all I had to write

My poems are now cliché.

How dare you always make me smile?

I much prefer to brood.

To laugh so much is not my style

You’ve changed my attitude.

How dare you help me sleep at night?

Insomnia’s no more.

My edgy art has lost its bite,

My friends think I’m a bore.

How dare you teach me not to care

What other people say?

Now I’ve become half of one pair

And everything has changed.

Sonnet 55

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

Nor Mars his sword, not war's quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

   So, till the judgment that yourself arise,

   You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.