I’m talking to you.
Can you hear me,
Or should I raise the volume?

I know your mind is
A dark room.
I’m going to turn
On the light.

You second-guess me,
Planting mines on the ground,
Hoping I step on one and—
Kaboom! I’m dust.

If that evil plan fails,
You make me feel like
Such a heavy burden
Only a forklift
Can carry me.

You even have a third
Card tucked under your shoe,
All my efforts reduced to
Breadcrumbs on the sidewalk.

rather yours truly doth thrive
on keeping the ethos, mythos,
and pathos of Pigpen alive
subjected to eternal
abomination, brutalization,
condemnation, damnation,
emasculation, humiliation, ostracization,
who one day envisions himself
as a decrepit solitudinarian
an aging long haired baby boomer,

Her car had careened off the road and had launched over an embankment.

As she climbed back up onto the road, she was amazed to have walked away unscathed, no pain, not even a minor laceration.

She began walking although she had no idea of her whereabouts.

She watched impatiently as an ambulance wizzed past her, lights flashing and warning bells clanging.

She was a busy woman, she had things to do, she had no time for this.

Soon she came to a fork on this mysterious and unfamiliar road.

She had to make a decision.

Doubt is upon us
the feeling is gone
overcast skies
tell us to move on

We keep moving forward
not intending to trip,
but the haze in our hearts
leaves us lonely and sick

We look to tomorrow
as only a dream
One which arrives
with a caterwaul scream

We seek for a reason
just to press on,
but our hearts fail in passing
elusive the dawn!

The daylight approaches
along with the sun
The cycle is over
the skirmish is won!

Why does your loss
Feel.this
Visceral,
After!
All!
This!
Time!

Let me go.
Leave me be.
Die.
Once.

Not every day.

Music tuned in, she glided free
with graceful hands just floating
her slender figure spun and danced
it was her way of coping.

Shifting her feet, she danced
abandoned to the night.
Slender neck and arching spine
lit softly in the moonlight

He stood watching in the shadows
his breathing sharp and fast,
coal-black eyes devoured her,
and so, the die was cast.

Simone's towel ripped away
he pushed her to the ground,
her head dashed upon a rock
a terrible, thudding sound.

at peace with eyes closed
my sweet Zen was chased away
pesky mosquito

I’ve made mistakes.
Love as a contest.
Love as war.

I’ve capitulated sometimes,
and they’ve done the same.
But that’s not compromise,
and not solid ground.

It took me some time
to find love I could savor,
like the first bite of strawberry jam on toast,
just like that, but all of the time.

I stood and watched the ocean's swell
When on my arm a hand it fell;
I turned, a stranger stood quite still
Wide staring eyes that brought a chill.

He commanded: "Look around" barked he:
"Tell me what it is you see".
Said I: "Rolling waves that billow white
That play on sands with orchestral might":

"No, look again from within your soul,
Let your eyes be a window for all that is whole;
See the dust of ages blow 'cross the strand
Sweeping in from a desolate land".

He's a peanut, she's a butter
Anyways they loved each other
Online, offline, it didn't matter
On tablets, they kept up the chatter

It could have lasted for a century
As long as they had tablets to carry
Big brother was there, no need to worry
But what to do when you marry?

Just then they felt the real threat
Thus got to unplug the internet
Gave their love a sincere reset
Found the bonds grew stronger .. I bet.