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.