It goes down smoothly
and begs me awake,
the warmth is the liquid
of which the gods spake,
without it I
am thrown for a loop,
but lord knows it won’t
be long till I poop.
Life in a series of rhymes and poetry
It goes down smoothly
and begs me awake,
the warmth is the liquid
of which the gods spake,
without it I
am thrown for a loop,
but lord knows it won’t
be long till I poop.
I like it dark
and with a little creamer,
especially as
a slow waking dreamer.
How much work is too much?
She whispered from behind worried eyes.
I smiled and kissed her,
And waited the rest of my life to tell her.
The crisp air,
the smell of coffee,
the dog needs to poop,
It’s early.
I told her that I loved her
Every time a wave
crashed on the beach.
I bought a house by the sea
And she knew it was true.
Would you ask what I think if I asked you,
would you take what you saw and make it true,
would you grab my hand and lead me through,
the journey of making my way to you?
It’s sitting there, just out of reach,
another situation designed to teach
that life is alive, and all that I preach
is to the unfairness of mouth-less speech.
This isn’t about the here and the now,
it’s about making the dream a reality, somehow
about fields that you till, and aerate, and plow,
and work that you do as you furrow your brow.
The future is a blank canvas ready for art,
but would I ever have the courage to start
after the pain and betrayal of my wounded heart?
Making the answer yes is the hardest part.
Autumn is no time
for the memories of winter
to bring us back to the thoughts of
the end of the time we spent together.
Crimson will always
match the color of the fear
that lessons hard learned will never
leave me with more than this emptiness.
My only solace is a
distant memory that isn’t
tainted by the lies of my past and
could never compete with this violence.
But this one is distant
because it hasn’t happened
yet, and without intervention it
will remain a fevered, and lucid dream.
What then shall I say
to this wrapped around cold
as it removes the feeling from an
unwelcome fear that rules my destiny?
It might last a second, a month, or a year,
But despite all of that I’m riddled with fear
that the good I desire and think of so dear
will evaporate like a single, drying tear,
but I can’t let that drive me inside of myself
or let it strand my heart high on that shelf,
I know that I’m rich, love is my wealth
and letting it shine is good for my health.
Dedicated to Mike Irene
The task of getting better
is a long and arduous
journey, but how wonderful
it is to meet those special
people who help us see that
we have a long way to grow.
It seems a shame to wonder
whether or not it is time
to let fly with romance
in favor of fewer
walls around
my lonely
heart.
I wish
that I was
able to see the
future such that
I could ascertain if
this risk was worth it
but the leap is half the fun