I wrote of love as if it were something I could share.
I said i do and i did but now i don't care.
I had it once and with it nothing could compare.
Now my desert heart beats in vain.
For there is no life here to sustain.
This hollow shell is all of me that remains.
Strangely enough there's no room for joy or pain.
Still I search the skies desperately for...well.
A star shining in tranquility.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
So, explain to me then,
why art thou concerned about my pen?
When, if ever, has it stroked
against thee sin? Or any of thou kin?
What have i done to offend that
to my business thou should attend?
I write only to transcend those who would **** and condemn.
In the hope that all would
comprehend i pen in love not to condescend but to make all... my friend.
How thou might see it...well that depends.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
To see that which can not be visualized.
'Tis the white calla lillies dancing in her eyes.
Doing as jasmine has forever done.
Basking in the rays of the yellow sun.
Thoughts drift in fields of alstroemeria.
Different places, different faces...
yet familiar.
Loves flower blooming lighting the world.
Transforming her to a woman from a girl.
And with the coming of the morning dawn.
There she lies in the green pasture of daw-gawn.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
I am tired.
Tired of the greed, the materialism,
the artificial realism.
Medicines to cope, false hope..opioids
the killer dope.
I am bored.
Bored with the faithless optimistics, party goers bathing in that sea of chaos...politics.
I am tired.
Tired of the hunger, and the homelessness that at times feeds glory seeking kindness.
I am bored.
Bored with the phones...the internet.
Allowing people to interact without having to connect.
I am tired.
Tired of the why and the what for,
lies of peace masking the truth of war.
I am so very tired and bored but
mostly with me.
More so with myself than with other people, politics and technology.
Sometimes I wish life would just set me free.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
Twenty and two years have passed, feels like a millennia.
I left my heart and soul on the dock of Palau, Sardinia.
I can remember my love and I bathing in the Mediterranean Sea.
Love making under a midnight sky, the moon, my Sophie and me.
She kissed me with a passion that was non contested.
Held me with a strength of faith and none could test it.
I can see her dancing at the Piazza due Palme where we use to
meet friends and mingle.
She always said whenever she looked at me her insides would tingle.
It must have been true for her brown eyes would shine…
It never occurred to me that she would not always be mine.
I don’t know why I thought about her so much today…But anyway.
It’s been twenty and two years since Sardinia.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
I was talkin' with Lacey some time ago.
The conversation took us hear and there, to and fro.
'Til fin'ly I said."Lacey, how come you don't love me no mo'?"
Lacey replied. "You ask me that now eh? What brought that to mind?
The reason is now lost somewhere in time.
In any case mate, I think we'll both be fine.
But since we're atit, 'ow come you neva loved me?"
Lacey, it's not that I didn't ya see.
I love ya now, jus at the time, I had no idea of how.
A moment of silence fell then Lacey took a deep breath and said ..."Well."
Thinkin' bout that conversation we had some time ago.
That took Lacey and me hear and there, to and fro.
There's one thin' I'd like her t' know.
If she were here I'd hold her and neva let her go.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC