Two Moons ago, yes two moons past,

The warmth and light were unsurpassed.

The joy of Spring- fragrant new start,

Brought out the sunshine of my heart.

Spring leads to summer- warm and bright,

But somehow the clouds cover the light.

The rain comes down, and it won’t stop,

And I’m dying a little with each drop.

The warmth melts away with each drop.

Drowning in sorrow with each drop.

Losing faith with each drop,

Wish it would stop,

Drop, drop,

Drop.

Français poème pour mon copain

Tout mon corps me demande:

 "Où est le tressaillement que une fois a été?"

Il n'y a aucune chaleur comme la passion:

la passion pour compléter la douceur de l'amour.

N'attendez pas trop longtemps, mon amour,

je suis de plus en plus froid.

Et je suis tellement faim pour vous.

Votre fidèle amant,

MMM

I have walked this path before,
since I was a seven-year-old child.
I knew how to walk this road,
Weather bad, or weather mild.

I've held my broken heart fast,
I have walked along so alone;
I have learned the steps myself,
And what to expect as I've grown.

I know every hill, every turn,
As I trod along the familiar way,
What used to be... dropped off-
I no longer know what to say.


A lifelong trip; in reality, a nightmare.
Since I can remember, death suspended,
Another false alarm? another threat?
or will it end, will it really be ended?

What happened to the Land of Hope?

My tears pound on the dusty river bed;

The moisture just disappears like smoke.

All the hopes and dreams of this land,

Dried up for the lacking actions of a man.

How do you water the dessert?

How do you revive the life that was?

You don’t. You can’t, you don’t.

Try to force it to grow, but it won’t.

Fertility is gone, for lack of sustenance,

A flood would not bring back existence.

The river dried up, it’s now a grave,

Nothing left to do, it can’t be saved.

Ah life goes on and we all adjust;

Prickly cactuses replace the trees,

Vultures instead of chirping birds,

Searing wind replaced the herds.

It’s now the lonely Land of Bitter and Jaded.



How do you continue to feed the mouth that bites?
How do you love in the face of hate?
How do you continue against exhaustion?
How do you soothe the one inflicting such pain?

I can't give up, I won't give up, though it's so tempting.
I won't give up, I refuse to give in, I'm hanging by a thread...
Oh it hurts, it hurts so bad, my hands slip with my tears,
Oh the tears roll down my face but I HAVE RESOLVE 

I will hold on while they kick me,  again and again.
I won't defend, Oh God help me hold on!!  I won't let go,
I can't I can't I can't let go like generations before,
The promise of ease looms over me and I want to lash out,

Return the kicks, viscously bite back, Oh what do I feel?
Intense love, mixed with pain, love binds me in place,
As my heart is ripped out of my chest with a rusty knife.



I tried to take care, at the bottom of the sea,
I had to find air, it was killing me,
My heart is ripped out of my chest,
with a knife that is full of rust, no rest.

I tried but how do you love in the face of hate?
How do you feed the mouth that bites?
Over and over, Begging for affirmation and love?

They BITE. They lash out in their own pain.
They hurt and tear in effort to ease the burn
Oh God help me I am trying to hope.

Fire

Stocking the fire from my side and yours,
We had a good thing going.
You threw more and more on,
from the skies our flame was showing

I threw more onto our fire,
Delighted by the heat and light,
Then you started putting less in,
And I realized it was a cold dark night.

I start to shiver; I don't like the cold,
I have so much to add to the fire. 
I want to be with you as we grow old,
But I need your heat and desire.