The robin that often visits,
Or the angel that you see.
Each a poignant reminder,
Of the ones that used to be.

Like traditions that were cozy,
Or those values that seem lost.
Such memories are priceless,
They come without a cost.

In the flutter of a heartbeat,
Great emotions flood the mind.
More than pure addictions,
In connections that bind.

And when humanity's chaos,
Turns all sense of reason around.
It's often words of wisdom,
That stop us running aground.

Oh, My Love.
You've gone astray
traveled far
and lost sight of me.

Blinded by anger
and guilt
unable to find your way
in the darkness of your mind

The distance you've put between us
feels too far to come back from
but when the fog clears
and you want to come home to my love

just look back...
I'll leave the porch light on for you.

and ratchet up global warming
like bubbling vegetable stew
with tsk... tsk... heard
courtesy Greta Thunberg,
who would utter "how dare you..."

Most people call it a junk drawer.
I call it a time capsule.
There’s the final grade card
from Johnny’s kindergarten year.
I was so proud of All the Os.,
he’s thirty now, and he has a wife
and children I adore.
it’s a glimpse into the past.

My essence,
My soul,
Needs a lot of food
In order to be fed
And nourished.

My diet
Is rich
And varied.
Depending on the way I feel,
It is either
Complex
Or simple.

Sometimes
My soul's requirements
Are aesoteric,
With the use of words
And narratives.
This diet
Is harder to describe.
It can be a poem
Like this one
Or an entry
In my journal.
Thus clearing my mind,
Onto the page in my
Notebook.

Empty spaces inside my mind,
where you try to unpack,
memories most unkind.
No one lives there anymore.

Words pierce like razor blades,
ebbing my nerves, making them sore.
How's that bed of nails you made?
The door is closed; no one lives there anymore.

Take your poison and turn it on yourself.
You'll die alone, without any help.
Don't look for me, I jumped off that shelf.
I am free; no one lives there anymore.

theres a Georgia-based laser in place
knocking rocketships down outa space
such precision in aim
might a blonde be to blame?
kinda strange on its face kinda case

This ticket leads you to a place where love and kindness grow,
a first-class ride through quiet grace, a treasure you will know.
Your journey’s worth doesn’t start in the class where you begin,
but in the love you carry and the peace you hold within.

Don’t chase a fleeting glory, or climb a burning flame,
for fire glows its brightest, in honest hearts untamed.
The richest souls are those who give, not those who only take,
this path is made by love alone, or lost in hearts to break.

It's a very simple cup
With " Mr Happy" on it.
A round body
Yellow in colour
Small hands
Small legs
And a very large smile.

It resonated with me
Because of the mood I'm in.
I'm happy
And I'll yell it to the roof tops.
I only have here
I only have only now
And I want to express my joy
At being.

To quote Bruce,
I am enough,
Enough to be joyous
In this moment in time.
This is all I have
And all I wish to have.

No matter I kept fingers and toes crossed,
and waited with bated breath since January 2, 2025
even converted from skeptic to orthodox Judaism,
and strictly followed the Torah,
Talmud, and traditional Jewish laws,
and made good on the gamut
of my misdeeds considered a shonda,
nevertheless yours truly
courtesy the powers at large fell,
not slated to win
(til death do me part if lucky),
and thus one mediocre
poet from Perkiomen Valley
reduced to a life of panhandling,
(which required a bit of skill let