the wind moves my feet.
my eyes shining like the sun and the sea.

"your love brings me to my knees."

her sigh is a whisper
soft like autumn leaves
silently falling to the cold ground.

the shadow of a smile.
my heart misplaced
like a paper lantern in the rain.

my broken sky,

her soft sigh
and I was no longer hers.

A seasoned poet realizes
Through embellished disguises
Marked by complexity
Driven by calculated uniformity
Filled with minute details
evaluate while riding the rails
The goal is to work hard to achieve
A story poem believably perceived

To exaggerate a structured process made
Is when vivid imagery fades
Interesting concepts inevitably played
Muddy clarification  pictures portrayed
Without stress comes blessed
Fantastic lines flourishes
As words nourishes our souls

We build organic sentence structure
from simple ingredients.
Adjectives provide ample sustenance.
As the art of the story is told
embellishments never grow old

Usually, a poet will know
When they’re on a roll
A smile concluded at the end
For a poet, it’s easy to pretend

When did embellishments become bigger than life?
Every subject kernels of nuggets of human strife
With twists and turns as the poet’s story jack knifes
Yet Never seems too deep as they grow old
A well planned story for told

A poet strives for elusive perfection ,
Avoiding at all cost negative rejection
Finding their self in their written word
Their true voice even IF the topic is absurd

Vivid imagery shows leaps and bounds
When a story read out loud has perfect sound
With a basic premise solid as the ground
Fluidity in motion can be found

Their poetry gift establishes imagination
Only limited by their lexicon, word creation 
power required to overcome friction
and the inertia of the moving parts proper diction 

Spy a girl cross the sea
Come sailing with me
Simply beautiful let it be
The love, we will create
Finding our soulmate

My sail boat
roams restless
upon the ocean
Smooth sailing
Poetry in motion

Inspired song
1) Come Sail Away
By Styx 1977

2) Sail Away
By The Oak Ridge Boys 1979

Outside your world

I stay —

not wishing, not waiting,

and no, not stalking,

only gazing from afar

like I gaze at the stars

and the Moon.

It always starts the same, like a constant repeat.
What connection struck, this guy I that I happen to meet.
It's a strange design to read a mind and want to keep it near,
to build a bond of confidence, and hold the friendship dear,
When every joke and secret shared feels like a perfect, platonic art,
Why does a hint of romance feel like a switch that pulls it all apart?
You feel the subtle shift in meaning, a question hanging in the air,
Believe the only path forward is to act as if you just don't care,
A kindred spirit in a million, a connection you can't just ignore,
What is the value of this union, when you know he's hoping for something more?
I am just closing all the windows, before he tries to break the door,
What is this closeness, what is this trust, what is this solace, if it's keeping score?
Only way comes to become gentle ghosting, why must a kindness feel so cruel?
This understanding felt so honest, 'til it became a different kind of fuel?
And how is it that as always, I feel like a villain,
I never signed up for more, now my loss to attain.
What is it now left for me, that I must keep erasing people from my lane.
I am jaded to meet anyone, to keep myself on the edge of being sane.

Why can’t you look at me

That is all I ask
Not to fix
Not to save

After all my crying
And all my trying

All I ask
Is please look

Are you even listening
When I say
I have tried absolutely everything

Hold me in your heart
Please don’t turn around

Please
Just look

Let no empty promises
Platitude, and platitudes
Like raindrops fall
Into empty hollow

As we all know
This uncertain world

Listen
Please
Listen

When I say
I am broken


Because all you do
Is gaslight
And pretend
That there’s

No problem

Please don’t tell me
It can be fixed
When you haven’t
Got
A clue

When I describe
A problem
Next time
Please stick with me
And hold on

Carry me in a gaze

Because it’s just my
Little way of saying

I just need

Someone’s

Loving

The day is most likely
to be marked by grind and clamour
but there's nothing that will
make me lose my  sense of humour