I Know You....a MIC #57

* To my son, Erik






















Eyes opening slowly
hoping it was only a dream
awakened by fantasy of an all too familiar scene
waters streaming down mornings walls,
as reality appears.....fiction falls
 quickly reminding me that destiny has no happy ending
it's what you make it
it's what you make it

...it's what I make it

Yawning...attempting to asunder the plunder
of mike jones thundering
under the bedsheets of contagion
as knuckles crack in mid-air
then digits descend to erase teardrops made
from the battle between angels and demons raging
deep deep within...saying
"I remember you,
I know you,
...and you know me too"
There is no secret place in here
I need you to know that I know
how frustration
and agitation
 hovers over your intergalactic atmosphere
and how the human eye witnesses the never-ending stories that nightly appear
of you
as you are.....a fighter knocked down
but keep getting back up,
of you as a survivor
reaching for a way out
snatching whatever cover
that catches your grasp
and no matter how far away success is
it knows you gonna ask

What time is it?


Life is not a sprint, its a marathon - it requires a long term and total commitment. You get to weather the ups and downs, and a willingness to stick with it REGARDLESS!

I only wanted to see you soaking up the Sun
through tersely tangled lips that told of trips you used to make
but now you return merely for sentimental sake
Believe me...I wanted you to win

I wanted you to find a whole new point of view
a cosmic fairytale in the making
as you ran up and down life's court
faking out the enemy
winning.....game after game
gazing up at that sunny Summer sky
shooting hoops and hopes like a champ
waiting to come outside
and play one more game
even if it's played
in the rain


It's time to play again









jakuper (7/10/12)