#Portraits
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear