I've conversed in rhyme
through thought and meaning
needling the hidden stitch
which unravels in verse.

Difficult themes taken from
shallow streams, interrogating
connotation a confessor of
truths, the sterile and the rhetoric.

Speaking of the gray impending
doom meets light of day,
my inner nature this
intolerant creator.

Impressions broil not perfumed
some considered choice cuts
consumed, what never was is
not what can't viewing patterns
from a different slant.

Everyday losers possessing ability
to pretty up the bullshit;
or send it flaming
in vibrant cohesion's
restoring the reasons
for bypassing the banality
of everything, other than
the naked meaningful moment
and place it for all who see.

maybe in the way of owning your loving heart
i might lose the chance and we'll fall apart..
still,of this great day you became the sweetest part
i fell for you not by recession but by means of art

i might disappear right after this poem,
and will be contented with this time for a while,
but forever will i wish i could have a chance to see you again,
without knowing when and not knowing your name..

I remember the way that you touched me
the way that you hand felt in mine,
your lips were so soft
.
In my mind’s eye I capture
the way that you looked at me,.
as if you loved me too much.

Vowed our love was eternal
with every word you uttered,
and deed completed.

But now you’re cold
icy, as frigid air,
the chill winds blow.

I live and breathe despair
but you won’t return.
I am unloved

Wee hour, fresh, shadow moments
and the hour finds me, wide awake,
I'm exploring this personal, quiet-time;
for tomorrow, I've nothing at stake!

Following what fancies my moodset,
relaxing, and calming it would seem;
but, magic abounds in frsh shadows,
where children spread giggles, in each dream.

I've got candles to light the the room's aura;
as silences musicscore plays, tracks...
..with the notes of a theme song so deafening,
I can hear both my ears, making wax.

Decidedly a blues tune
with it's haunting melody,

paving the way
for shades of grey,
as Autumn undresses every other tree;

and I notice in every other pair
of eyes, I look into...

..a tear, with so much sadness
it reminds my eyes of a time I cried for you.

Then, my chest begins to catch it's breath
and my eyes can't stop the "blur",
and I wanna go back to the way things used to be;

When does the end begin?
A child is born,
The blink of an eye
Taken at a ripe old age
The end is with you
From the start.

Lips, stained with shadows,
Shout out profanities
Not giving a damn
Who might hear;
Hell bent on robbing
Innocent ears

Lips, sneering with sarcasm,
Frown with cynicism
Not giving a damn
Who might listen;
Hell bent on tainting
Innocent concepts

Lips, dripping with hate,
Plant prejudice seeds
Not giving a damn
Who might be hurt;
Hell bent on destroying
Innocent lives

We had her for seventeen years
Now we shed a flood of tears
Her smile her spunk we’ll miss
Remembering her life today

We talk about her qualities
We share her memories
With family, friends and enemies
This cold, winter, rainy, December day

A text went out to a friend
A stop sign went unnoticed
A crash took her life
A phone call around midnight

A church, gymnasiums fill with folks
To honor and lament her death
My daughter, sister, cousin, friend
Her memory we celebrate

Love is just something
That happens
Between any two
Single or married
Men or women
Gals with guys
Gals with gals
Guys and guys too,
Old and young,
Between strangers
It just happens
At the spur of the moment

To carry it further
Depends on circumstances
As well as situations
Of course individual decisions
Keeping the societal norms
Also cultural dispositions,
Between peoples of different nations