Capsized

As a child I cherished the silly moments we had.  Knowing unconditional love thanks to you dad.  No sarcasm although your lectures could drive anyone mad.  

Now I look around and see so few who care enough to even try. I'm so alone and too afraid to wonder why.  So many songs can make me cry.  Don't die, don't die, please, sigh

The Parent Curse

Monday to Friday I stand by your bed, looking down at your sleepy little head.

You look so peaceful I almost feel bad

Waking you from your deep slumberland.

"Time to get up now, we can't be late,

And it's already a quarter til eight."

"Just five more minutes," I hear you mumble,

And all morning long more grumping and grumbles.

Then finally!  The weekend, at last it is here!

No alarm clocks, no rushing, or traffic to fear.

There's only one thing on the weekend to fix,

You always wake me up at a quarter to six!

All I am is one

Whole being radiating

Light up the whole world 

Mobile

Devices we cherish more than eachother 

Our lives ripe with anguish no clue why we suffer 

Reap what you sow is all app based and storefront

Like putting a hashtag on the present moment 

Technology ruling class making us servers

Uploading more bullshit into the users

But cradling our demise isn't all we can hope for

At least I hope not that's for sure

longing

hold me
close
I need you
inside me
there is pain
but also love
and passion
and you too

A little more

Woke up crying at 5am
seems even in sleep
I feel the pain
the strain and drain
of being alone
raising a child
worked to the bone
nothing to show for the long hours
the many tears flowing
the years blown
and the bills just keep growing
I do it all for him
yet who really wins
when I spend less time at home
and when I am, still gone
exhausted, depleted, worn
nothing left to give
the one I love
and live for.

No woman is an island.
No child should be either.
It takes a village they say,
But I would gladly settle
for even a little more.

Sunrise

Sivasana at sunrise
under clear blue skies
apple blossoms overhead
tickle the nose in fragrant lies
An avian chorus overtakes
the growling aviation makes
nature rules this renewed hour
before the beastly men awake