I'd offer all apologies
if love offered a hand
I'd close the space between
us with a gunshot
A happier day a promising
an estimation of grief
I hate God for taking you away
I'd love Him if he brought you back
Deadline
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
As before
I remain under thumb
A place I know too well...
An impressive overture
Oregon rains
Cascade snowstorm
A quiet place to ride
I am not alone
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
Western College rapid transit
40k a semester
A Bukowski wanna be
with a bolo tie; type specific
A mating call of manners
quicken the senses
Front row center
out classed in every way
I beakon the beautiful
to continue
forgiving me
For what I know not
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
I like the wAy you fall apart
with the grace of Hepburn
Trivializing the nothingness
as you often do
A dreamer within Gods world
you shine throughout me...
Gravity having nothing to do with
the chaos you create
Even on the days the handcuffs are off
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 10:28 PM UTC
Noted. May I began
Collapsing the 3 letters;
a letterpress collection
of nonsense
Wasteful sentences
of youthful melancholy;
drugs o cheer
I raise a glass and toast your
wicked ways -
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
Apparently
apathy nevertheless
dissapeared
within
me
Upon the
day
I met
you
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC
TreeTops alkaline radio
Timestamp ● AM transport
Bukowski, Bellows
Rather than you !
An estimation
of salvation (salvage)
From the ****** of crows
that bark in my general direction
I'm gliding through the mess of you...
Part of the promise my love
when you have gave me your hands a new
I love you too much to let the other one go
Rebooting a life
with the kindnesses
you so richly
deserve
amongst the alkaline radio
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
Exonerated
Judged and discarded
Pilot lights, wayfarers and blue neon
His part-
Another puddle
A mirror disturbed
Another day lonesome
Jumping hopscotch on a tightrope
Quarters in a pocket countersink
This days events (momentum)
A back beat likewise kind
to feel under my feet
Responding heartache
seems oddly unappropriate
Within the litter of vocabulary
I find myself lacking ignition
to began again-
So I quit
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
Within these 4 Squares
I operate on you
Creating as creation does
With all of this hope (hopefully)
I survive
Blue skies and Oregon rain
A birdsong reports the days events
As God wraps His warm hands around me
I give thanks
For eternity to be
And the journey that is
Friend & Family
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC