Tragic is the life ended so suddenly.
Tragic is the void that's been left in me.
Most often staring out into the never.
A hazy horizon that sets beyond the river.
I don my stetson, front brim tipped way down.
A broken cowboy, life of a rodeo clown.
Lifting my head up just to know I am not missing much.
So much love deep within but so numb to the touch.
I may have died also when you went away.
I fight just for one smile since, each and every day.
'Gets easier' , it hasn't, least not for me.
A deep breath, a sigh, I now live life on bended knee.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'

It's five feet tall and brilliant white.
It is my security.
My comfort zone.
A tidy, convenient barrier
between the darkness
and the world I cherish so much.

I love this fence.
I have worked so hard to protect it.
To keep it pristine.
Why then
am I so tempted
to jump to the other side?

“If I only had one minute to live, I would spend all sixty seconds telling you how much I love you.”



60 seconds

it may not seem like much

but that was all the time it took for me to melt beneath your touch

60 seconds

held underneath your gaze

you completely hypnotized my heart, then left me in a daze

60 seconds

just a fraction of my life

but standing there with you I realized I didn’t need any more time

60 seconds

thanking the stars above

that it was all the time it took for me to fall helplessly in love…

“People don’t tell me what I need to hear. I listen to the unsaid words, observe quietly, read the unspoken words between the lines. The words they think they hide from me. This kind of listening is an art in itself.”



you whisper hurtful words

around the corner … down the hall

you think, “what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her”

but you’re not there to see me fall



cuz I know what you’re not saying

and I hear what you won’t tell

I see through your disguise

so I won’t buy what you’re trying to sell



I hear the hidden secrets

I see the guarded faces

I can read between the lines

and see between the spaces



I don’t need you to lie to me

or try to hide what you really feel

cuz I’m tired of all the fakers

and I’m yearning to know what’s real…