Device,
Invasive, swift,
Stealing secrets and thoughts
Privacy no longer exists
Unseen.

It had been a harrowing night,
The cold Atlantic spray had chilled him to the bone, his fingers and hands were numb.

His angels and demons had fought a fierce battle throughout the night, neither willing to concede
His sails were torn and tattered
And his body bruised and battered,
but all was not lost… not yet.

Somehow he manoeuvred through the tempest and headed in the direction of an obscure and distant beacon. He had been to sea far too many times and one way or another this would be his last trip.

Oh my dear handmade wallet,
How deeply I miss you.
I knitted you thread by thread,
So you truly meant a lot
With that endearing texture,
And the sensational touch.
It's never about the cash I lost;
It's much more than that.
Losing you, I am losing
The joy of weaving time.
So you better be safe
In someone's caring hands.
Otherwise, I'm a loser,
Unable to keep you alive.

I know the pain
Has imprisoned
The sun and
The night stars.

Words seem like
Pocket change,
Still, I offer them.
Maybe for a moment,
They can offer
Shelter from the storm.

I wish I could scream
So loud that it
Wakes joy
Out of her coma.

I would walk
Through brick walls,
Jump off skyscrapers,
If it meant you would
Be okay.

These aren't casual words,
They're more like an oath
That knights take
Before going to war.

He crossed the path on the lane
Made with iron and bricks like the step-ladder
At the Intersection, he crossed the Rubicon;
Pun…un! The sound came in a shock-wave,
Nearer and nearer it’s coming
With its big head like a Black Mamba
That swallowed the slaves and their lords
With their hope and dreams
From a faraway land.

He did know he couldn’t cross the path,
When it moved slowly on its cogwheel
With its heavy pregnancy
Until it died.

It's scary how sexting's a craze
it's different, how genX was raised
I propose STD's
won't affect many Z's
but the B's will precede the genA's

Version II

It's scary how sexting's a craze
so inane from how genX was raised
I expect STD's
won't affect many Z's
but the B's will precede the genA's!

The girl next door arrived first,
taking a seat on the bench.
Then came he, feeling like to burst.

All the things he wanted to say
melted away, like a first snowfall,
on that bright breeze-less day.

They fell to texting the other
speaking through fingertips
unlike any "sis or brother!"

Time moves on, separating lovers
and life takes over stirring events
Time cannot wait it does not hover.

He remembers her eyes so blue
She still hears the timber of his voice
professing his love so true.

Sometimes
I close my eyes
It's dizzying,
Feeling something-
As pure.

It reminds me,
As much
As I want to,
I'm not dead.

I meet my maker,
Each time
I experience the headiness.

Now, do I sacrifice,
More?
To feel that moment
Once. Again

To what end?

My End?

When you admitted me
what did you see?
Was I just another patient
to do with what you please.
Your meds and your routines
can't cure my disease.
I'm just an experiment
here down on my knees.
Taking your scrutiny
till I just want to scream.
If I don't hold my tongue
you'll crucify me.
So bind me and gag me
just do what you please,
for you'll never change me
it's out of your league..

It sounded like the last radio station in the West,
driving through Nevada, or maybe it was Utah.
The wireless acolyte, compelling us behind electrical static,

to accept his good Lord, and what we should do
to get in His good graces before it was too late
for those of us listening in the dark desert night.
I remember we both thought he sounded lonely,
and had some work to do there for himself.

You said we were just starting out,
so we couldn’t have done enough
to need much forgiveness from anyone.