Life in the Time of Covid (3/23/2020). -M.Weisgerber

Madness----
Life in the Time of Covid
When the heart continues to break, it is
a watching of the high bright mountain people,
the light upon those remembered eyes,
the fact that spring is coming,
without such love to seal it.

Diseased----
Sure love, last year I was a mess,
no sunshine in the sky
No warmth upon the bed,
that we continued to share.
Yes love, I didn't know how to
love again, but you hammered it out fast and deep.

Bruised-----
Hard love, but we learned
to try again.  At least I did, caught here,
in this strange place, waiting patiently as
a storm that slowly passes, a
madness that quickly lashes, 40 strikes to the soft back
of my own skin, by which to best learn. 

Yearning----
So what is this high mountain pass,
where I wish to cast a body down?  What is,
this thicker love, infecting my veins,
draining the last drop of breath for the words I have to you.
It is a time for singing, a time of healing, love.
But all seems to fail in the time of Covid. 

A Promise Somehow Kept (3/18/2020). -M.Weisgerber

I once asked if you could make a promise 

not to leave, not to be the same distressed

always laughing lad we all can be

and have been dealing with the realization that,

that was a very selfish thing to ask.

It probably wasn't right in the long run.

So no I don't wish to keep sapping up what energy

you have and had to give

Never did,

Didn't want to cut or sting, with each word

I know that the bedrock of us all (it still calls)

That of God, but distance, life, dissertation sometimes slows

Oh how I hoped it would be worth the fight, 

but God calls us to help lift one another

Not drain or maim or ramble on.

My attempt was that to build,

Seeing you there, at your record player that last night

In which we had a type of fellowship.

You said then what you needed, I heard

Tried to lift then.  

You were bonked too.

So very tired, all of us.  

So yes, for you I can do a new promise,

To ever be here, to gab or commune.

Or stay at peace, or go away, or be that nifty neutral.  

Feel free to ask a prayer, or sobriety held,

Like yourself to listen.  

Clean now, for this, and many other days. 

Love Her Enough to Leave Her (3/15/2020). -M.Weisgerber

"I can't"
"You should"

These voices racing through my mind,
Lodged deep upon the raceways,
Carved out along the byways,
Stuck somewhere, once loved elsewhere,
everwhere

even in the very sky.

I will,
"YOU SHANT"

Words coming from far beyond a soul?

They are an awful feeling,
a glance out towards the leaving,
yet who really, honestly, do they help?


I will,
"...you cant"

A plea amongst the feeling,
A hope that we all are dreaming, and this just is
servile.

For why didn't we get lost amount the dance?
Not that between you and me, not
The one upon the mountain, or that upon the land

But that of the greater spring, that from where all power flows,
It came down the road, it jumped up upon the door,
I found it, love - its simple, warm, bold.

But even if I ink it in strong words,
I'm unsure if it will do well to remind,
Anywhere along my skin; an arm (my face),

"I wont,"
"You did,"

Now inside me these things, they live,
A bit of love, a flurry of hate,
A secret desire not to do it once again,
enough to break a soul.

"I wont,"
"You did,"

For the lines upon my arm, they grow,
The crease upon my brow, it shows,
The WorryHateFear
But what of a kind heart, what of that woman
lost amongst the dark?

This woman's heart went there too,
when eyes cast aside
It was the breaking of a very soul.


"I wont,"
"You did,"
"No, no, never - not again."

A cry inside the uber,
the one that had to take me away from you
A dot of brown, up their amongst the blue.


"I did."
"You wont."
Not for long, mayhap,
as least as high father feather falling upward,

Better now,
For now, and maybe another long while,
At least for a little while.

The Grand Tour (3/18/2020). -M.Weisgerber

Desire, oh how it calls without you!

Desire, in this strange land, the same heart 

Each beat another approach

toward the leaving.  

I had woke now without you, a hangover calling,

Europa and the world before me, oh

how to stumble to ones feet, 

Oh now to begin again.

For what was the night before?  It was, 

missing you as the couple by the bridge kissed,

It was another thick group who didn't matter,

A caring best under sodium lights to wander.

It was the wonder that the whole of dirt of

the entire world lay at/between the feet 

of you and me; an arc line now to saunter.

It was the realization that, for one more year,

We'd be deadlocked, hammers held at ready.

A steady mind needed to

survive.  

So I meandered the twisted streets of Munich, climbed

ever higher on that hill overlooking a town

Which I knew you'd love,

Which I wish you'd been there,

to see.

Oh, how the cycles come to claim us, me

the same old boy of love and compassion

cept when he needs to flee,

cept when he begins to wonder; a flicker of a question

Doing more to ruin, than any old pretzel or 

bottle could ever do.

Its the same as loving you.  

Its the same as wandering onward,

besting this heart by which to flee.  

Love in the Time of Covid (3/17/2020). -M.Weisgerber.

What is love, what is love,
what is time dear baby, in the time of di-sease?
(Better yet, what is this feeling, growing inside of me?)

Another day, and the sun still rise,
I see it from my window, the people yelling down the hall.

Prayers for the day, but questions linger on the mind

For I knew a girl, she met a man just a week ago
They hung, he with a corgi, she with a feeling deep inside

Had pulled her to me, now she got to hide,
What started as a laugh turned into a gaff,

Now they spend all week hiding, getting high.

What is love, what is time dear baby, in the time of Covid?
When a very kiss is poison on the breeze.

I met a girl, she wear a mask,
she invite me out, come get smashed.

Temptation rising, heat of the body crying
Oh, what is this feeling inside of me?

For what is love; what are days in the plague time, baby?
When a very fuck is safer than a sneeze.

God reaches out a finger, and we all can pause.
God offers a hug, and we are enthralled.

I love her now, and it seems that God has come to
love us all.

Pray with me; we'll need it (3/14/2020). -M.Weisgerber

Pray with me; we'll need it

For we both know what this is,
The day, the way, a time we each don;t need.

Debauchery tried and true

Swelling, aching - the starvation of a soul,
Of anything, anyone far away from the make of us. 

You act like its important, these things flying round our heads
I tried to explain, question that I can't come home again.

Its us, babe: its all the things we thought and always tried to be

I nursed the phone, I became addicted to the tune
the screen, the screams, the many molecules
turning, twisting, of a head that yet could be

I tried all the things I've never thought I've been

So strong now, with nothing much to gain

So tired, yet have to continue to push through the pain

I can't come home now, ever, yet, then, anyways: but what of you?

So you asked me to pray, I did not disappoint.
I fell upon my knees, and out came pop my heart,

I try to ask the same, but that organ is on the floor
You need it, it seems, to ask

A channel up to god, always

Pray when you see her.

I never prayed before our love.
Or after it was done.

For a heart is big enough, for us.
For that time that is kind enough, for us.  

The Cause Was Blood Loss (3/14/2020). -M.Weisgerber

Here's what happens love, when the gun, the rope, the very sky gets too much,
A mind comprehends, a decade worth of friends
Begins to fade.

I'm tired, love, of listening to the summer day,
Explaining to the layman, journeyman, to anyone passing by
The same tunes: why these things should matter.

They turned the water poison, love,
Shifted all the crappy things we didn't enjoy anyways,
Into something more recessed; banal?

It wasn't supposed to be this way love,
Successes of our fathers should be carrying on
The writing on the wall seeming not
to call us.

You'll cry love, sure, and hate me for what I've done
Blah blah blah - same old feeling that's defined the last few months,
But you'd be weeping anyways, at least now we'll both have

A reason.

For I'm stuck inside a new place,
Where equality reins.
Night as long as day,
tripping up
my mind,
making the cliffside,
tall, restless,
calling.

So reset, love
call upon that higher power,
drift back to the same place where you still think yourself
broken,

I didn't know love, didn't seem to try until the end,
(Forgive me friend, I got there; it mattered)
Finally got to where is, what is
real.

So go  now, throw on your sad songs, go continue all the
Crazy things that make my own trials seem
Trivial.

Like you've done so many times,
Tell yourself your lies,
Like you did from far away
Had to go get me out the way,

(something necessary at the time, I promise, its true)
Like my mind did from itself, love
The temptation of a pulse

(For its pounding away,)

The cause was,
the cause was

(Let it be still)
(Let it be real)
(let me be true)