Surrender, surrender at the door step
of a life so cold it breathes death,
for I have long forgotten
my own mortality.

Wake me at dusk
so I may soothe the restless ghosts
and love the grim reaper.
I have known no life
but the lack of.

Write like a G is the only way I know now
Like the hustle and flow movie is my life.....
A dollar out of a dime when i dont have a cent theory
Makes sense when I see my credit
But all that material paper isnt the goal
A beautiful life i created is my only success
So if I ever make a dollar out of this sense....
It will always be hers.... Thats my theory.......

My eyes narrow down the space in front of me
Everything I see is irrelevant, despite them being my view and vision

I cannot stop looking at you

You are the image at the corner of my eye
The exhibit displayed at the end of the hall
The voice that drowns out every ventilated word
The glance I catch looking at my side profile
Yet I assume it’s the pretty girl beside me you aim for

I want to see you

But you are just a back facing me
A tempting glimpse at the nape
A friendly smile
And a hand opening the door for the next

You are several glances at a time
Someone I can look at,
But someone I know, I can’t call mine

n.j.

where did all the dreams go.
once soaring
over river sea desert arctic ocean
roots and veins
deserted glistening ringing
over yellow red and purple
poppy fields temptatious shimmering  
now I am souring
I ate the forbidden fruit
and rather than being sweet
it was sour.

where did all the dreaming go.
I recall transversing convoluted causeways
unconscious
uncontrollably wandering then falling
toothless
standing amidst the spider king
I ask if I can bring a date to the wedding
the king replies, 'No, and I hath stolen the ring!
you must sing for me, lest be spun and forever left undone.'
and rather than being sweet,
it was sour.  

where did all the dreams go.
I recall traveling charging at the one
the one was forever in my view.
I challenged the one
cross-eyed concupiscent cyclopian nightmare,  
the siren song always draws me in
and rather than being sweet.
It is sour.

*I wake up and think rather than say,
are we all not just elegant decay?

I met some amazing people here on Hello poetry.
As well as Facebook everywhere I go here on the earth.
High school junior high grade school places that I worked.
Bars , night clubs, churches everywhere that I have been.
I have met Amazing, Awesome people here on the earth.
That has made my life worth living no matter how dark.
That it was once, for I have met so many that change my life.
I want you to know that you are truly a life changer.
That you truly are special as well, thank you very much.
I love you with Christ love and want you to know one thing.
That you have been encourager and show me true hope as well.

A glance at the rear-view mirror,
And you’re in the hands of a driver,

Who’s chewing grass,
And kneading her weave.

You hope you’ve selected the right seat because,
You’re left of a drunk,

Who’s just exclaimed,
In between snorts,

That women are ******,
And we’re moving too fast.

Survival in slow motion can be glamorous.

You imagine, you see,
That you can dodge bullets and retain bouncy hair,

That keratin replenishers really do work;

But the drunk man was right;
Not about women,

Too fast is too fast.

You survived,
The others did not.