You're a gift to this world
I admire your generosity for others
Sharing freely from your heart

Your character inspires me
I recognize the resolve in your values
Challenging me to grow

Your spirit calls me
I thirst to know all of your secrets
Both broken and healed

Your energy moves me
I crave your touch
Addicted to the electricity it gives

Your soul sees me
I'm intoxicated by your words
Dismantling my armor

You're a beautiful creature
I'm thankful to intersect your path
Hopeful we can walk awhile

A poet once said,
Don't think too much,

But  my afflictions are the author of my words,
So I replied and said  that thinking too much is what poets do,
Isnt ours the ability  to question  the meaning of simple things,

The poet said maybe that's what you do,
Some of us just simplify complex  moments to sentence or two,

So I replied and asked,
why do we try to put rhythms and create images for such simple matters?,

The poet said "its simply because they matter"

I see the frustration
in your eyes
for that brief fraction of a moment
when no body else
is looking.
For a while I felt I understood.

As I know things haven't
been going the way you
need.

"I love you"
I want to say to you now
& every second that I am breathing...

Unfasten,
warm air
into
my nights,
ignite a fire
in my *****.
Sink me
in your
heartbeats.
seep into
my veins.
Stroke some air
and breathe
some life
into
my sleeping
serpents
to be entwined
in you.
My scars
may bleed,
smudge and stink
your nights out.
Erase my
stains,
wash
my altar.
Let my eyes
burn
in your dark days.

within you
soft focus
sweet circles
bearded man
pleasant

i don't want to sleep
afraid of the dreams
that i'll wake
be living a nightmare
of a life
i am trying to escape

Eyes open into newness
And find a smile
Dimpled giddy
With the happiness
That took only one look to awaken
And one little life to nurture.
Nine months worth of waiting
Melt into a promise of forever.
My love for you is an endless
Beautiful thing.
Bigger than the both of us
Loud and bellowing.
But I whisper it
because I want to let you sleep.

One day you'll find the one

And I'll be a sitting duck

Waiting for scraps the tourist leave


I always thought you were a fling

That you weren't right for me

04.14.21

Dance in the rain
Where no one can hear you screaming.

Dance in the rain
Where no one hears you crying.

Dance in the rain
Where you make all your moves
Till you're exhausted and you fall down

Dance in the rain
Where you'll rise up clean from the mud.

Rejibudu🎀
Rain inspired🌧️

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

I **** on poetry often,
but my favorite late night activity
is now and always has been listening to sappy music and letting in the feels.

Hell, even the self-loathing bit is only further proof of fitting the bill.

i bask in my own thoughts,
a poet's dream come true,
when they flow and dance in the moonlight
dripping off your fingertips,
     luminescent
and sublime.

i remember now, that even if I never loved myself,
I've always loved my own writing, and the stories I told myself.
and in my own head, in these moments,
it's almost as if I can read my own poetry,

temporary, ethereal,
living the lies I tell myself so freely,
that I become the child I once was.

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

It is a sickness.
Words pour from me
Truth and fantasy
Since a child.
I have a writing disorder.
People run for fear I'll share.

When in the fever, it spills from me
on napkins and paper bags.
It surrounds me.
It drowns me.

The disorder seizes me.
Words written in lost notebooks
long forgotten.
The writings disappear, but the sickness
never goes.

Uncontrollably, as green in May,
words spread over me.

my arm is numb
my fingers tingly

i think this must be
a friendly reminder of my
mortality

gently, i respond
"no need, sir
i am a walking
existential crisis

fear of death
and i are well
acquainted"

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

It looks like life's not treating you right
And you don't like it a single bit
How about you try this friendly advice
...Get over it

Day after day you don't get your way
Where all you want to do is quit
Lean over here so I can whisper in your ear
...Get over it

You think you're the only one with problems
That spends most of your time in the ditch
Here's a news flash, we've all got em
...Get over it

You whine and cry thru the struggles
In the midst of quivering lips
Time after time, questioning why
...Get over it

I'm not saying it can be that easy
And with all of this being said
Still stuck in repeat believe you me
...Get over it

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

I ran over your tongue
like silk
or would you prefer
fine wine
You sloshed me in your mouth
tasting the way
I ripened with age
I danced with your taste buds
I thought I did well
but then
you spit me out
and decided you preferred
the 2010

"Why can't we ever see eye to eye?"

Of course not, everyone's a different height

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

Look at me when you say goodbye
And not the red-fire approaching end
This was just a dream
Now you are my memory of love

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.

( ....? )
A bunch of screwéd up
Mentalities
Although..?
It's got to be reality that gets to challenge
each.. of us
Perpetually
And that's daily on the basis of
MORALITY
For they say that opposites attract?
But I say it's just a
Fallacy
But never mind me
For I'm just.. passively aggressively
Hypothetically
Speaking like I've seen it within a
Scenery
But no longer coping with the
Greenery
Too many.. trees for me
Oh well,
Just typically being a male
Who's mostly thinking with his
" Penís "
Still loosing focus?
For life is so hope-less falsely
Living
It just shows that a part of me is
Missing
Like
One of two.. Divisions
                        The Alpha  
                    &
The Beta
For the better half of me is a
GEN-IUS
And that's genetically.. where the
seed is
But man.. I am now
LIVID!!
Now thinking?
Like who am I supposed to be
If the best of me is left in a
History
That is not so..
Vivid
For I invision a circumcision
Ingenious
with incisions like a
Surgeon
I call it  I ( Eye ) surgery
One day rising like
a Phoenix
While still emerging from the
Infirmary
For the circumstance is just a
Test for me
But yet it seems to be in retrospect
dependently
The reasons why I'm torn in my
Appendix
While voicing my opinions
( Smh )
Just shows
That I'm wrong in my decisions
Which leads to no production
A Reproduction
Null in  Dependence
Now on a Mission.. but no
INDEPENDENCE
Well
Maybe I'm too independent of
the Vision
which dulls the senses
But only means / Division
Or simply..
A man who has never listened to any
Wisdom
Being quoted within a   sentence
The quota..             Distant
Or so it seems
I'm being cynical in   a dream
And my mind is..
                            # THE PRISON #

With subtle  Eyes
Depicted   Evicted
Unassisted in..
                              ⟨⟨ A PRISM ⟩⟩

Thinking that I might need
Medical Attention
In a clinic
while
APATHETIC
But it seems I'm just a heartless soul
within a torso  like
an Am-pu-tee
Which means I have no sympathy
Not EMPATHETIC
May be a manic depressant whose
OFF-SET
Or worse yet
Emotionally syn-thetic
( Like right now )
I'm hoping y'all really  Get it!!
And that's well enough to incline the
Message
You can now roll the credits
beyond my
Status   just to
Test it
So yeah,
I just thought I'd  confess it
Really a force of habit but no need to
PANIC!!
For I already know
And goes to show
That I fear it all the more
But yo..
That is just so
PATHETIC!!

When two hearts moved apart, the schism became a chasm.

The world of money-making businesses uses labels to table discussions of making peace. They would rather make profits of billions and billions. Multinationals dissemble, and much worse. Better to keep a distance from their hearts, the home of hope. It is safer that way, or so it seems. Yet reams teem of holocausts and atrocities, not simple exploitation. At the center of our moral beings is the treasue of love, the single most precious, pursuasive substance to transmute pain into compassion, to turn hate into love. So give it a mighty shove, not tomorrow, but today. What say you? Are you willing to love for world peace, to fight with love, not bombs that make tombs? Loving makes endless love. Without a worldwide outpouring of love, Earth, and all living creations upon it, will soon perish. "Perish the thought," you say. I say act now to help create Peace on Earth forever.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.