Alchemy Pain

(sometimes it takes an emotional
blast to reopen the right side of
the brain

fortunate sometimes they start
slow then grown hang on with
your teeth)

seeing yourself in another’s eyes
from, sometimes, we need to hide

o eyes

tortured
embarrassed
angry
fiery in
both hate and love
divine
both
o
humor
god

and who owl
feels the smile
before seeing it

old soldiers
marching into war
we, to morn,
the loss of life

rest in peace poet
if de facto you are gone
who told the story
of his tortured life
and yes the joys
fleetingly higher
than my eyes beheld
for sure de facto
if gone
i will not miss you
your stories reside
in the treasure chest
of moi.