More and more,
On a daily basis,
I am remembering,
The good times ,
I had with Shaya.

The words,
Adventurous,
Out there,
Come to mind,
When I think about him,
And the life we had together.

Other words include,
Disruptive,
Unpredictable,
Forthright.

He was full of charm,
And never brooked,
Any nonsense.
He was an engineer,
To the core.
He got things done,
With the parts,
He had saved,
Or re-used.

Tethered by your memory,
you come back time and again.
And here you are once more.

And that's kind of the problem.
You visit all the time without being here
when all I want is just a while longer with you.

From my balcony, what could be seen?
Lilies in bloom, so wild and green,
Orchids in white with mystic glance,
Whispering calls for time to dance—
Come sing with us, this day pristine.

The sun descends, the golden queen,
Her brighter eyes, both wise and keen.
Then higher climbs, in its holy manse,
From my balcony.

October: Stillborn souls couple under sterile stars.
Here, a stagnant security claims a restless rule.
Peopled Rorschach Palimpsest spit gravel, dragging
their heels most often. The city’s radio codes whisper
as broken thistles basted in moonlight shed a boozy
peasant’s blood. Molecular moons made from ablatory
atoms balloon, blowing like The Challenger. This sonic flossing,
for the psychiatric patient, enhances from a lunar
organ’s dropsy. He knows batshit bees craze their prey

with you,
feels worth it.

I love arguing with you.
I've dreamt of these moments.
Written about them.
Of having someone carve out a space
in my heart,
that I wanted to nurture,to fight for,to cry for,to bleed for.

Now, I want to take your name.

I want to brand myself, as yours.

The pain,the hope.

I'm drowning in all this. Messy. Clumsy.Awkward. Beautiful ---Love.

Where did you come from?
Did,my Higher Power make you just for me?

I LOVE YOU.

There may be no sunshine in the morning,
For grey clouds may fill the sky.
Nature's tears fill all our tomorrows,
And in desperation we may cry.

Oh how we ignored that fatal warning,
Filled with greed we didn't see.
So wrapped up in opportunity,
Sadly thought it was all for me.

And when the crisis came a calling,
I blindly tried to turn away.
Said humanity's self extinction,
Would likely come another day.

Absolute zero escape
velocity gutted dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather
physique I sorely miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat did advance
shotgun marriage demanded allegiance
to pledge lifetime alliance
no room for allowance
crushing lightness of being ambiance,
analogous to earth in the balance,
an uncomfortable truth
stares back at me

I'm a member,
Of the Neopoet Family.
What a wonderful family it is.
And what a wonderful place it is,
To leave your personal mark.

In this family,
You feel the arms,
Around you,
Embracing you,
And encouraging you,
To be creative.

Their warm embrace,
Gives you hope and strength,
To continue,
And to just BE.

I've got a desk behind the door,
with drawers of junk I find,
I've got all types of nails, and more,
I've got screws of every kind.

My junk drawers... yeah, it's three,
have stuff to fix anything,
you just have to look and see,
if you need a special spring.

There's nuts and bolts, wire too,
some chain and string, I think.
I'll find something I can use,
some glue here; sure does stink.

Aah, wild flower,

we've nowhere else
we want to be
but here,

chatting with the butterfly.