deftly I wrang them
my own two hands to best an adversary
I fought for years that was way bigger
more strategic then me but,
had one weakness, it was inside me,
and so I put those hands together
and crafted wisely a way to wring out ***** laundry,
twist the bad's arm
snap the chicken's neck, yes,

it does flop around a bit refusing to die,
in death throes it jumps to the fence down it around headless, no sense in that, but,
things,
even addictions refuse to die.
The poverty of a country existence
helped. Unless I wanted to sling **** there was really little work.
And the economic driver here is corn fields and **** heads the rich farmers have grown.
I don't get into staying awake walking up and down the street for weeks looking like death with his baggy eyes sans the scythe.
Hearing machine gun fire in my ears.

I used myself to get high. My hidden weaknesses. A hit of crack and a beer some ***** had me hiding from it.
I got away. Now with these hands, I am going to make a life for someone I want to spend the rest of my life loving.
I will with these hands build us a castle a small piece of paradise.
Our own heaven on earth.
And there, I will, with these hands hold and protect her and love her forever. In our small castle, that with these two hands, built.

I get along
perfectly   well
w/out light;
finding u in the
dark is  all
the light I need

I come here as much as I can
Love the sounds and smells that surround me
It is just so peaceful and I love to people watch
I try and imagine how their lives are
Are they happy or in pain
Do they, like me, yell out their lies and frustrations
to be carried out swiftly in the wind                                                         ­ 
Are their disappointments and regrets
washed away by the waves as well...
Do they draw pictures in the sand of broken hearts
Do they become a beach scavenger
Searching for discarded treasures
I wonder if they come here as an escape
To renew oneself and just be
One with this constant ...our constant the sea

To the woman who is my best friend
Who has always had my back
Even when we don’t get along;

To the woman who always knows what I need
Who is always by my side
Through the good times and the bad;

To the woman who will never let me down
Who fights for me
Because what’s best for me is what’s best for her;

To the woman who shows me how to live right
Who showed me what the world has to offer
And that all I have to do is make it mine;

To the woman who brought me into this world
Who taught me right from wrong
Always having more to show the world;

To the woman who is my mother
Who personifies all that comes with that word
Loving, caring, kind, beautiful, teacher, and everything else;

Happy Mother’s Day
I Love You and would never change what we’ve gone through
You’ve made me into who I am today

That first minute,
I knew.
As soon as she looked
My way. Her eyes,
The way the sunlight
Sparkled in them.
She touched her hair.
Its called grooming.
She ran her hand through her
Curls.
The corners of her mouth
Turned up.
I saw her nostrils flare.
This man woman stuff
Is almost ferile,
Animalistic, basic.
My senses sparked
Picking up every clue.
Over her shoulder
The sun peaked over
El Dorado. The waves crested
On matador beaches.
I took my sombrero off
Hoisted it in the air.
Clicked my boot heels
Together.
She was mine. We made
Forever
Kinds of love.
Not just ***
But roaring
Fires of volcano
Always glowing
Flamed
Kind of love.
Flowing
Now.

I like to stop
and think. And
jump and sing.
Also I like to breathe
and know
that I'm alive
with you