Heart of Steel

Sometimes, ones need for love is so great, that it blinds reality and hijacks your life.

Take Minnie Mack for example.

Since I've known her, all she wanted was love.

Not the simple type, but the grand, grit your teeth until you feel it in your fingers and toes kind.

We met when we were both impressionable youths, raised on the idea of grand romantic love.

There's nothing more dangerous when mixed with first love.

I believe that first loves are the hardest to forget, because no matter who you end up with, or where you are in life, we are forever plagued with a case of the "what ifs."

Like most youngsters, my first love was a travesty.  A devastating, yet necessary lesson in lovelorn life and loss.

To Minnie, it was a Telenovela style tragedy.

Overwhelmed with shame, fear and confusion, Minnie refused to let that love die.

While the rest of us threw away our potted plant, Minnie continued watering and protecting her shriveled love until it eventually broke into crunchy particles and became one with the dirt.

Months passed without a word as Minnie continued to mourn the loss of her monogamy. 

Her way of coping was to cut herself off from civilization, while the rest of us continued to party and progress.

Eventually Minnie crawled her way out from the grave, disguised as an emotionless hunter ready for other impressionable game.

She figured, the only way to avoid heartache was to be the heart breaker.

Since then, she's never really been the same.

There have been times when the illusion of happiness was there, but deep down I've recognized the pain.

The pain everyone of us go through, no matter if you're taken or single.

No one warns you that:

1. Nothing stays the same
2. Great love can exist, but it's never how you imagine it
3. You have to accept things for what they are
4. Love is heart ache, heart ache is love

We all go through our own journey, but my soul cries out to Minnie, hoping one day she'll find happiness and inner peace.

We Were Giants

Little Susie scared and blue,
visited the old lady who lives in a shoe.

Unbeknownst to her she cried,
wondering if she'll ever die.

Susie tried her hardest in a panic,
to make the little old lady less manic.

Hugs had always done the trick,
so Susie looked in the shoe and picked.

Squish went the little old lady, against her chest,
as her attempt to comfort failed at best.

She felt herself begin to weep,
until she realized that little old lady was finally at peace.

Rock Me

Dearly Beloved,

I'm stumbling through this artificial existence some call life.


My heart scorches those it comes in contact with,
but I can't help but smother them until they're ash.


I'm a gob of prickly nerves,
purportedly following the lead,
but eventually that leader will demand a head.

That era hastily approaches.

Until then,
I'll be under my rock.