Ever felt it ?
She is feeling just exactly the same right now
I can feel the pull she's so desperate and wanting for
Amazing as it sounds
feels so magnetising too
like a bee stinging into her forehead
A constant reminder of a void that needs the feeding
Scabs that yearn for caress
The cadence earnestly begging to be heard
voice so deep and fulfilling that i satiate every inch of her soul
should i give her a call in this night so dark and the wind so cold
or
should i let her beg and long for more ?

sweet downfall,
i find myself crashing harder than the time before

i'm chasing what i've romanticized,
a false interpretation that
his smile was the only source of light in my mind's darkest crevasses,
his eyes were full of an expected curiosity
but i've learned not to lean on my own understanding

he pulled streams from my eyes without awareness,
and he keeps these tides continuous

it seems like i can't get the image
of sitting in the passenger seat,
watching the lights of the traffic signals
reflect on his face,
camouflaging his blushing cheeks
out of my head of distorted dreams
and impossible realities

i lean in until i wake up

he is oil,
i am water,
somehow the laws of the universe
prohibit us from ever meeting.

one of us is handling that predicament
better than the other.

A quick storm it was
followed by these
inadequate words..
Thunder and bits of hail
splashes on roof and roadway..
Then soon enough
birds chirping celebrated
a welcome sunlight return..
Remembering the cast shadows
temporary covering of light
an appearance of separation..
Perhaps the birds recognized:
there was no absence
only this short
burst of sunlight...

Give him a skinhead, insignia, boots

Less scruples, a swagger-stick, crowds, money.

No black shirts visible. Just business suits,

and pride is restored: tragic but funny.

Proud like a skyscraper, godless as sin

Babylonian promises, towering lies

Reality shows when plutocrats win,

Their rhetoric raining from empty skies.

She-wolves, elected by uninformed sheep

behave predictably, eyeing the flock

Their wool (and the lamb-chops) are hers to keep

Grazing voter—this should come as no shock.

It’s a bitter pill (more like pilloried)

So shall we now be ******* or Hillary-ed?

Good black coffee , toasted pumpernickel bread and mushroom soup
have stoked the imagination of this writer on many afternoons

I care too much.
I really do.
I care about
you
and her
and him
and them
I care about life.
I care so much
that I neglect myself
I neglect my wants
my needs.
I have been providing so much light for others,
that I have let my world grow dark.
I am too busy feeding other people compliments,
that I have left myself starving.
I can't decide
who matters more.
I worry about being conceded
so I discard myself completely.
I care too much