Before the dawn
Thinking of the world
Looking upto god
For a way forward
To be a man of my word
And build a world in my hood

Meet me on the road
as from Niagara
to Paradise I go

meet you in the tulips garden all know
on to the road of Ottawa
meet me next to the lovely
redish tulip flower

I am now on my way to Ottawa
come over with folks entire
meet me all
if you have the desire

read me kick me
or
whatever
Lovedly is
enroute to Ottawa
with a chauffeur driven
driver

hello all ...meet ...me come (pun) all
guys can enjoy a
waterfall
gals a great
Ball!!!

High school games to destroy a self.
Did you lose and
did they win?
Did those words do more
than a wayward glance,
a misplaced laugh,
the harmless, innocent jests?
Doubt the hurt from view of the aftermath
don’t you know
it’s ok to say it was not.

There in the hush of the evening
I will be thinking of you.
Why can’t I let you go?
Keeping, is gentle on my soul.

I must not say the reason why
I will keep you till the day I die
Then in the glow of the after time
We will be joined again, just one mind,

With your hand in mine.
I see your smile light up the world
In that warmth of time.
Belonging to both of us.

I have to leave here once more,
But believe that in another world
I shall wait at the open door
To join in the twirls, for all to see

Fading royalty
Present commonality
Soap reality

Society is a house of mirrors
But some mirrors distort

We try to help—
Or hurt—
Each other
With our reflecting

But we are all warped
In some way

Even when we
Think we see
Clearly

We shine
Like heavenly bodies
From a distance

Light refracted
Through space
And time

It is hard to tell
Who brings us
Closer

To who we are
And who we are meant
To be

Our friends
Or our enemies
Our heroes
Or the common man

I cast about in addled mind
no strikes of ideas flash forth.
"This poem is shit" is being kind
it lacks message even mirth

So wad it into paper ball
and drop it into wasted file
The muse doesn't come at all.
I burp up lines which taste of bile.

Eyes dart around my cripple's cell
in search of any worthy subject
but find I'm in a poet's hell
Another line....one more reject.

Today I feel a life has been wasted
in timeless talk (with) those unknown
many times my free style they've tasted
of a poet known(unknown) wanting to be reknown

so now I shall eat only popcorn
till Stan does finally on Neo return
and another fresh day is born
as I wouldn't (appreciate) my fingers to burn

When there's no time for the broadsheet
Post a response in a heartbeat
When there's no need to be discreet
Can rely on the trusty tweet