Can't You See? Don't You Care

Can't You See? Don't You Care
Can't you see? Don't you care
I want to die?
Don't you listen? Can't you hear
My silent cry?
Won't you turn? Can't you hold
Me to your heart?
Are you afraid of what might follow
Once you start?
Would you rather not believe
I'm in such pain
That all your sense and good advice
Must be in vain?
Would you rather tell yourself
I'll be OK,
And all this adolescent angst
Will go away?
Ah! Would I also swim across
This lake alone!
But if you cannot swim with me,
I know I'll drown.
Dan Phillips Lived a Golden Life
Dan Phillips lived a golden life. His years
Were rich as anyone's, though he died young.
No one lived more, though he did not live long.
His life was large enough to hold our tears.
He had a smile you'd see a mile away.
He took to life like a kid in a candy store.
He was the best of us, and something more,
But he ran out of luck and died one day.
What difference does it make when we are gone
How long we live, or when, like Dan, we fall,
As if life were a mountain we must climb?
Each moment is eternity, sublime
And perfect, like the memory of a song
We know so well one note contains it all.
Dear Son, I Cannot Speak
Dear son, I cannot speak, and yet
I have so much to say to you,
Too much for time and will to net.
Life goes with just this last adieu.
I have so much to say to you,
Far more than I can now convey.
Life goes with just this last adieu
To serve as what I want to say.
Far more than I can now convey,
I love you with a love that yearns
To serve as what I want to say,
Ablaze with joy that bleeds and burns.
I love you with a love that yearns
Too much for time and will to net.
Ablaze with joy that bleeds and burns,
Dear son, I cannot speak, and yet . . .
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I Want You to Be Here with Me for Christmas

I Want You to Be Here with Me for Christmas
I want you to be here with me for Christmas,
Even if you leave your heart at home.
I know that lately my love makes you restless,
But it's too hard to spend this time alone.
My love for you is like the Christmas season:
Joyful, yet with knowledge of the end.
My need for you has neither hope nor reason:
If not a lover, please, just be a friend.
Please, just be a friend, and come to me
When all the world is bright with love and song.
You are my pillar and my fantasy,
My earth and yet the sky for which I long.
My need for you, of course, is mine, not yours,
Nor need you answer me but out of love.
This is the season when we open doors
To let in those whose need our hearts might move.
And after Christmas you may go your way
To leave me with my sadness and my dreams.
I have no right to bother you to stay,
Knowing how your heart, unaltered, leans.
I want you to be here with me for Christmas,
Even if you leave your heart at home.
What you decide, and why, is not my business,
But still for me it's hard to be alone.
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Sometimes Some Time Must Pass Before the Flesh

Sometimes some time must pass before the flesh
Can grow across the chasm of a wound.
The rift must be protected by a silence
That waits upon the healing touch of night.
You and I have traded so much pain
There came a time you closed maternal* doors.
Your love could not so long sustain the power
To hold humiliation in your arms.
I know that I have disappointed you:
I could not be the child that you wanted.
But now I stand beside your ancient walls.
Come meet me once again outside the gate
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Sorrow and joy of love

Sorrow and joy of love
Watch how makes me
the skin when you recuerdo…

By the throat I upload
a fresh blood River
the wound that crosses
of part to part of my body.
I have nails in the hands
and knives in the fingers
and in my Temple a Crown
made of black pins.

Watch how makes me
skin everytime I remember
I'm a married man
and however you want.

From your House to my house
There is a wall of silence,
nettles and prickly pear,
of lime, sand, wind,
of dark Honeysuckle
and glass in stalking.
A wall so that never
can skip it the people,
It is stealing the key
that save our secret.
And I know that I want to!
And thou knowest that I love!
As we know the two
and nobody can tell.

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