I’m so tired
But then again
I barely sleep
My eyes are closed
But the nightmares
Creep in, just the same

It's so hard to breathe
Even when awake
The simplest thing
Is the hardest thing
Overwhelmed by life

Endless confrontation
Trigger memories
Of my past
If only I could forget
And learn to love him
Less and less

Loving a monster
The sickness
I cannot escape
Rollercoaster of emotions
Undoubted grief

I yanked an errant thread
seemed the right thing to do
unaware of what could happen
no one told me, if they knew

as the climate started warming
I felt cooler day by day
as more and more loose fabric
discretely fell away

a garment I once cherished
had now turned to shreds
though that was not intended
when I pulled that errant thread

so be careful sjw's
politicos and professers too
that thread you are screwing with
just might be a fuse

little pink pj's
filled with wiggles
oodles of sunshine
tickles and giggles

impromtu stories
of schoolyard foes
grippingly told over
cereal bowls

slippers and sandals
squeak 'cross the floor
"linolium" sounds funny
to a kid of just four

saturday loose, quick,
grab a camera
dad's dancing in pajamas
too good to lose

as mom sits back
siping through smiles
moments like these
are gathered and filed

How shall I worship womanhood now?
Shall I imagine the youthful face in 40 years
To add wisdom in the creases by the lips
That reflects a redder tone of gloss?

Shall I lower my eyes like a spanked dog
To avoid a stare at the bare cleavage
With its ruby resting in the crevasse by the heart,
While the nipple shows its shape through the silk?

Shall I attempt to not smell the fine perfumes
As did the oils found in an ancient tomb
Once adorn a woman with sweet fragrance,
Or the minted breath and powdered cheek?

* sung to tune of Jingle Bells

Jingle bells, shotgun shells
rabbits all the way.
Oh what fun it is to ride
in a beat up chevrolet, hey!

Jingle bells, grandma smells
rabbits on the run.
Listen to the beagles bray
oh man this is fun!

Afternoon on Christmas day
we decided we would hunt
so we gathered up the dogs
including that young runt.

And down the road we went
to a neighbor's field full of brush.
We stopped and loosed the hounds
who bound out in a rush.

Sometimes when you live,
You live to the fullest.
Sometimes when you bleed,
You lose to much blood.

Disinformation
ruling communication
Depreciation

And were we wrong?
To stand outside in pale night
inhaling vapor fumes.

He said,
“you’re alright,
and so am I.
If only the days would stop dying.”

And I think it should be read aloud,
walls close spirit slowly
fading away.

The girl behind the bar
to whom
I can’t ever say what I wanted to say
is hurt by
trepidation.
Have faith though, my son,
have faith.
That above all else
is essential.

Your thought was about you alone,
when without a rethink, against me
the door of your heart you shut.
Though my tears a runnel formed,
a deluge became; still could not irrigate
your emotion parched heart.

Was my judgement poor
when I thought I knew your heart,
and with eyes closed could walk through it
without stumbling?

Now that your heart,
a hearth for me has become;
was I wrong to had called it a home?
For not being wary maybe I was.