November For the first time I can remember, I see no boats "yes I said, yes I will, yes" Freezing winds have no power here Lost, away from you Alone in the snow With a call of a loon I found a stream Frozen blue And it was there that I pictured you Cath, Mary, Jolene and Punxsutawney Compare nothing to the Mississippi Never mind the Willamette, I'm floating all the way to Delton It was then I knew What I already know Nothing quite clears a room Like showing another shade of you Across the lawn upon the dew These paper thin walls And how you howl like wolves Stoke the fire and feed the coal
Midnight Anxiety Fueled by Wine "Oft ic sceolde ana uhtna gehwylce mine care cwiþ" I'm not sure I know my purpose is true Or that those who call my name know who I am But each morning as I wake, the man that I am Fades into nothing from the dreams that fleet Hallowed be thy name, forever and ever Say those who only practice when it matters "Rise from the ashes, to the ashes you shall return" As I think I may be overdue for oblivion Candlelight, like old streetlamps, is ideal for beginnings Dim light softens the hardened edges and smooths wrinkles Yet when gone, even though we can't see, all flaws are there And when the lights come on, our flaws shine more than ever How I wish life could be lived by candlelight The sun, the stars, it all Manipulating our senses into a state of calm Before the void encloses us all
Quarantined Saint Patrick's Day No more Guinness or whiskey left My lonesome self sits and thinks About all those that came before Revived by history, that revolving door
Reflections for a Broken Heart Angry eyes in your small frame contradict The tone in your voice and leaves me uneasy You lie to me and say that you're okay But I know you better than you think I do I'm surrounded by your blanketing pressure Rocking away in my bassinet Then I left you with your winning hand But you raised the ante when the chance came Overwhelmed by all the misdirection Never mind all my thoughts I'm not angry, more so numb to feeling How long will I be immune to this? Everyday forward, with every passing second My heart seems to warm again I still have hope, despite your actions Although I have no immediate reaction I'll turn my pave, finding faction And return my life to satisfaction
A Conversation with a Former Fling "I love the rain" I told her "There's a weird calm to it every time. It's beautiful" "I get what you're saying," she replied. "I love the rain too, but if it rained every day, wouldn't it lose some beauty?" I sat for a second "I don't think so, no. The sun sets every day, And every I see it I think it's beautiful. Who's to say we can't feel the same way about rain?" Sitting there in the dark On the pier with our toes in the water And our ankles bitten by mosquitoes We were quiet for what seemed like forever and she was so loud to me She turned to me "I hope one day you realize you're deserving of love." "Me too.
Max Buckle 