Thursday, October 17, 2013

For Mary

The diligence of artists creating,
Each individual strand of hair
As important as the individual 

A great hairdresser with a bad personality is more unbearable than a hack job barber who tells good jokes.

Sitting in the throne
Being groomed
Sharing troubles and triumphs
Bared in someone else's hands
Being sculpted lovingly

In a society, 
Where distances are kept
A stranger rubs their fingers 
Through your hair
Here is comfort.

You stare into the mirror
And you fall through
The world drifts away 
Two hands
Trimming away troubles.

I'd rather a salon chair than
A therapists couch
Any day.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Three O

Another day
Doing what I can.

Yesterday's passed by
Over and over
Useless and leading.

Heartaches passed
Anger passed
Days to months to years

Maybe I'm right
Every time I smile

Basking in the beauty
Under a golden sun
Taking it one breath at a time

Is this all it will ever be?

Nice people make life easier
Each soul I've been blessed
Very blessed to know
Each struggling saint
Reaching but never attaining.

Heaven is a place
Always in my heart for you
Deep where you are infallible

Yesterday's we've lost
Only to be certain
Under blue skies we'll crumble.