The leaves rustling together, dancing in the wind.
The roots entangling, grabbing onto the earth.
The branches rubbing, staying up against gravity.
The trees dance is a unique one.
Neither slow or fast.
Neither graceful or clumsy.
But it is certainly one that must be witnessed.

chapped lips
shallow breaths
anticipating what comes next
legs weak and
sweaty skin
how could this be called
a sin?
               l.r.

So today I am speechless and hurt.
I thank you, my friend... the extrovert.
I'm more messed up than you know,
and you told me to grow?!
Really you apparently know my life piece by piece?

I invited you to my pity party,
gladly you accepted trying to be a smarty,
a past friend and now a stranger,
I should have known I might be in danger.
People change but I won't.

I'm not a victim of the circumstances,
I'm a survivor of the past who advances.
I no longer know you and you never knew me,
so it's obvious you should set me free.
**Old friends are just as outdated as old calendars obviously.

My wife won't stop
writing poetry
it pours forth
rich in imagery
nuanced in tone
brilliant
inspired
every line loved into existence
tucked gently into bed each night
and called into service
the next morning.

Whereas
my words are meager
meek
brittle and contrived
words that push a barrel
of horseshit
toward the setting sun
No hope of ever getting there.

Why do I try?
It's really a bit sad
numero dos is my destiny
in this poetic liaison
I am forever the dunce
in poetry school.

But my teacher is a babe
a truly hot number
so I'll continue to sit at the back
of the class
try to follow the lessons
and hope against hope
she says a kind word.

I am nothing but
the expanding universe
within myself

galaxy after galaxy
of twinkling neurons
together in infinity

my eyes exist solely
to reflect starlight
and gain insight into
things that still must be

they sparkle as if man
has suppressed so many
tears for so long that
within my gaze oceans
are waiting

and they shine as if
the light was eternal

This addiction is eating me alive.
I try to deny it but it consumes my every nerve.
I want it, I need it, I can live without it but sometimes I need it.
I just crave it so badly sometimes.
I try to deny myself of such...
I can live without it and tell myself I don't need it, but other times I just go mad....
Insane, deranged, Why is this craving lingering onto me like an evil curse...
I feel it inside of me...
Manifesting in me, attaching itself to me...
Addiction is a drug itself.