Recycled

I find myself
grinning
but necessarily
bearing it
as one ad
after another
seems to complicate stupidity

Campaign season
is upon us
and the words are flying
this one did that
and that one
did this
and yet
neither did
what most of the governed
needed them to do . . . govern

To make matters worse
in between the little white lies
is uneasy truth
that once one enters the voting booth
the only real choice
is the insult
to our intelligence
as the recycled promises
becomes tomorrow's newest vision

Dude I would say more but that would mean I'd give a *********** about your comment and I don't.

Sage Advice


There was
something magical
about holding her hand
it was
as if time stood still
as it watched us grow into something
more beautiful than midnight stars
stretched out across the edge of tomorrow

There was
something unexplainable
how she tempted me
to be me
it was
as if all she wanted
was what I had to offer

I know
it sounds strange
but it was real
it was
as if the better part of who I was
was made even better
by who she was
I smiled more
felt more
and wanted
her to know more than anything
that I was in love with her

So son
I say this to you
if she makes you feel
the way your mom
still makes me feel
then she is
the woman you should marry

Take Some Time

The exterior
was the same as it had been
before they entered our lives
grew up
and flew the coop

And now
I'm sitting here
bored
writing poetry
while she naps
but prior to our present moment
she and I discussed
moving
maybe to a smaller place
where the quiet moments would linger
like a relaxing vacation

Our problem is that
we have no idea
what to do to pass time
redecorate
order Chinese take out
write
read
sleep
watch a movie
then think about how busy our lives had been
and how we couldn't wait
until they left to face the world
and the house would be ours again
but the funny thing is
the interior has changed
and it's going to take some time to get used to

Thank you very much

I like this one.

Expressionism . . . The Unknown


I feel time's expression
within the wounded beats
of my heart's fading rhythm
there is no exhilaration
no rejoicing
in my near lifeless soul
merely the act of struggling to breath
as I lie here
racing towards the end of this journey

Faint breaths
fight
the battle that is surely to end
with one last sigh
from the depths of my failing lungs
I cry
not because this will be
my last memory
I cry
simply because I am
afraid

I am not ready
yet there is this unbearable cold
coursing through my veins
that feels like the wind during winter's season
that is pushing me
closer
and closer
I shiver
wondering if
praying that
the layers
and layers of thoughts
I carry with me
will keep me warm
as I transition
to the unknown

Relive

Watching the clock
fight
to move to a place in time
where I'm no longer thinking of you
is the hardest thing
I've ever had to do

Tick
tock
tick
tock
and yet I'm still here
in the same place
reliving us
without you

Worthwhile

I like
how the wind
seems to carry me
to faraway places
even if only in
my dreams

It feels
as cool as the night's easiness
subtle hints
of possibilities
flowing through
my dreams

And as
morning
waits in the wings
I take the time
to sift through the seconds
where everything was
as my imagination pictured it to be in
my dreams

If only
when I stretch the night
and sleep
from my body
the world
was as beautiful as it had been in
my dreams
life would be
worthwhile

Fantasy

I find it
easy
to fantasize about you
while listening
to the rain's pitter patter
against the window

I close
my eyes
and it is as if I
can feel each drop's rhythm
dance across window
it feels like a song
written by your soul
just for
me

I'm not
sure
if there's a chill
in the air
or if it's your breath
but there is this
gentle
heavenly breeze
that seems to caress my senses

I shiver
as the tingling
sensations
of this unique melody
slowly takes over
everything that I am
I even find myself
swaying
as if I'm a part of this music
and you
my fantasy
are dancing with me

Watching Time


Sitting
alone
in dark
watching time chase tomorrow
I find myself
crying

Not sure why
maybe
it's the star's glow
misshapen
by the falling rain
or maybe
it's the hurt
my soul feels
as I wonder
where you are
and what it is that you are doing
now
without me

Sitting
alone
in the dark
feeling you touch me
even though
you are
not here
and I miss you
I miss
us
and I wish
I could tell you
how empty
this loneliness feels
and how much you hurt me
but I am afraid
to see you
because I still
love you

All You Can Do


Emotions coalesce
within my heart
forming dark clouds
that burden more than my soul
they burden my thoughts
my reasons
my sanity

I won't ask why
again
I won't seek answers
or closure
I don't want to "feel" another lie
there's too much pain as it is
and I am afraid
that more pain
more hurt
will leave a trail of scars
that resemble the emptiness
of the colorless blood that flows freely
from my eyes

I often wonder
though
if I am in your thoughts
if by chance
you've called my name
in the midst of a quiet moment
that reminded you
of us
and that is the trouble with deciding to let go
you never really let go
even as emotions
coalesce
within your heart
forming dark clouds
and all you can do is wait
until the storm passes

I love this!!!!!

Bare Feet and Laughter

I remember
the first time
running barefoot
as the morning dew
clung to each blade of grass
as if it were fighting back the sun's golden warmth

Summer had begun
and the excitement of being free
to play
to laugh
to wonder
through the day
discovering
the magic of youthfulness
was life's purpose

Slowly Fading

I have felt
the world
cold
and dark
empty…

I have imagined
as you struggled to breathe
your last breath…

Death
after years of being
a part of life's struggle
has finally called you out…

And me now
alone…
struggle with memories
…slowly fading
imagine this emptiness
this is hell

This is how
my love
of losing you
feels like
to me…

A spouse is lost…and the remaining person is a widow
A parent dies…a child left behind is an orphan

But a parent who loses a child…there is no name…there is nothing
All of life's magic, wonder and meaning slowly dies when your heart is ripped from your body…and you find yourself…slowly fading

This is the inspiration I need to write . . . thanks!!!

This Old House


Our house
is just a bit older than my memories
and to be honest
it could use a little work
paint
and whatnot
as the front porch creaks more than I do
but still
ther's something special
about just sitting out here
taking life in
while enjoying how well it still holds us together

It's getting colder
as summer seems to be coming to an end
Autumn's gentle wind
feels like the world is sighing
as the last remnants of the sun
has slowed the day's once mighty gait
to a portrait of stars
as time's slow churning hands
continue to paint dreams for us

We’re older now
and we don't talk as much as we once did
though our silence
really isn't silent
as our life's journey speaks volumes
as it seems
we've seen it all
experienced it all
and gave the kids our all
and yet
my thoughts while sitting here
beside you
in our home
is that you've given me all I could have ever wished for

Hollow

Your lust
burned
like hell's fire
an intense sin
tearing through my soul
as the journey
of your warmth
slowly promised me
what my heart believed it wanted

And I prayed
knowing
your hands
your face
your words
were like an empty temptation
that gave my tonight
false hope
that tomorrow
would be the today
that allowed me
to forget all that hurt me before

I do not blame you
it wasn't your love that oppressed me
it wasn't you
that lied to me
so you will never see my tears
you will never know
that they flow as freely as blood from a wound
and I use them to extinguish the fire's burn
you will never know
that you left me
as the charred remains of another night
alone again
still hurting
and not even the patchwork
of minutes and moments are enough
to fill the hollow hole
I am

Nice!!!

Walking Away


I stopped walking
away
as I had nowhere to go
you were right
for me
and for so long that's what I feared
but you never left
so I couldn't leave either

I stopped walking
away
not because it was easier
but because it was harder
and the difficult times have to be endured
because without them
there would never be a moment of realization
where all that's made you stronger
is standing next to you

I stopped walking
away
even though I am still afraid
but each step I took
while searching for somewhere else to be
ended back to you
and that distance grew closer
each time you tried to hold me
each time you tried to tell me
each time you tried to reassure me
that my flaws
were the reasons why I was perfect

I stopped walking
away
because I deserve to have a place where
my heart can call home
and for this
I love you