Inadequacy Revisited

The things I wish I could say to you
but I don't know how -
I don't know the language of angels.

These feeling and thoughts
stem from my heart
but they belong to you
and my one fear is that
you'll never know them.

How does a man go through life,
living each day as though he is
unaware of love,
forsaking his heart
because
of one reason[excuse] or another

-----Painfully-----

It hurts me, so badly,
that I am unable to voice my feelings
in anything other than anonymous
poetry and chicken-scratch
letters to myself.

This is Inadequacy Revisited,
Rediscovered,
Redefined,
..................Released?

I want to be able to tell you these things,
But I don't know how.
I don't know the language of angels.

Skid Steer Musings, pt. I

Piercing blue meets
Emerald green
and at this intersection
our destiny, our fate
sits and awaits our coming.

Walk here beside me,
please not behind me.
We're in this together,
together, forever.

Lean on me when you're tired,
I'll help you when you fall,
I'll carry you when you need it,
for it's you I love above all.

Walk here beside me,
please not behind me.
We're in this together,
together, forever.

Ivory

my fingers are slow
ponderous
it's been years since
they've felt this cool
smoothness
years since they've
attempted to express
in this way

the knowledge tries to
fight through the
haze
fingers once fluid
are slow and stiff
uncertain

but with patience and
a calmness of heart
the music comes
slowly
quietly my fingers
plunk away

the mood created is soft
wishful
mournful and soulful

I finish craving more
knowing it's something
I can't have
not yet
but soon

I hope

we should jam some time

Cold steel under my fingers
biting into the calluses formed
by years of innovating and playing
creating moods that dance and float
through the stillness of the room
creating an atmosphere capable of
calling forth a burst of laughter
a slow nod of the head
or wrenching my soul in mournful lament
no one truly understands
except you