Stuck In June (explicit)

I don’t feel the way that I used to
The fire has gone out of your eyes
Your hunger and desire for more than just life
Has taken on a cunning disguise
I miss the way that you laughed
Like you hadn’t a care on earth
The look that showed without a doubt
You didn’t know your worth
The time has passed and I’ve been told
That I’ve let it all slide by
Sixteen years that should have shown
A month past mid-July
But I’m stuck in June
The solstice soon
To which I’ll scream out my reply
The feelings have changed and so have you
But some things stayed the same
You’ve never been so sure of yourself
And you never showed your shame
I missed the change, it happened fast
And right underneath my nose
I’ll think of that the second I
Fall back to my repose
The time has passed and I’ve been told
That it wasn’t worth a damn
Sixteen years that should have shown
Our love was just a scam
But its ending soon
I’ll get past June
And your faked out, fucking slam.

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The stars were made with us in mind
They pierce the gloom of midnight's mood
And when the planets are aligned
In manners elegant and crude
They form the shapes and dare us find
The God to which they do allude

It's beyond your mere intellect
You can't dissect it with a knife
The God whom you should well respect
Can take away your pain and strife
Your science cannot resurrect
And cannot grant eternal life

You can't see God? Go check your sight
He's everywhere, in every day
Someday the blind will see the light
That He has lit along the way
Oh scientist, you know it's right
Go put your microscopes away.









This is the first new poem that I've written in months.

When You Wake

I've decided that I want to start a new blog to post my poetry on. So from this date forward, the title of my post will appropriately be the name of the poem that I post for the day. If I am as faithful as I hope to be, any of you readers may expect a new poem everyday, whether new or old, it doesn't matter. I have enough in my repertoire to last me close to a year. If the poem is new, I will say so below. If you have to know something to understand the poem fully, it will be stated beforehand. On most days, I will post one that fits my mood at the time. Having said all these things, here is the first one. Entitled, in case you didn't catch it in the title of this post, "When You Wake."



It's Friday night,
and the kids are asleep,
so I want to have fun,
but the time seems to run
as you just lay there and sleep.
I thought of calling your name.
I thought of waking you up.
Instead I just watched you sleep,
and I started to weep
into my big coffee cup.
The time moves so fast
and we just want to chill,
but the clock won't stay still,
and the time starts to fill
with all these things in my past.
I try to be a good dad,
but there are times when I fail.
Then, more often than not,
when my faith starts to rot,
I see what marriage entails.
You are helping me through
every step of the way.
So, if it's not all a fraud,
and I get back to God,
I know just what I'll say.
"Thanks for sending me her,
I know it must have been hard
to let someone so sweet
even maybe be beat
by things she'd rather discard.
Thanks for sending me her,
she helped me get through my life.
I'll always owe you so much
for letting me feel her touch,
and sending her as my wife."
Then when you finally wake
and the morning shines through,
I'll kiss your weak, tired eyes
and I'll try to disguise
that I'm not worthy of you.
I make you sound like a queen,
and try to treat you to show
that you're more than royalty.
You mean much more to me
than any princess I know.
So before the kids wake
and the day starts to go,
I'm gonna just hold you here
and talk in your ear
about not letting go.
So when the day's on it's way
I'm gonna help you get through,
and I won't ever leave,
but you don't have to believe,
because you'll know I love you.