A hungry heart
hurts like hell,
devours itself
searching for
something
that isn’t there.

So, my innards ache,
my fists break
hard
against solid objects,
tears threaten me,
come dangerously
close,
but never flow.

I wish to speak with the elegance of a poet, the wisdom of a philosopher, and the intelligence of a scientist.

Lovely light hearted Layla,
my lyrical inspiration,
the source of my hopeful heart
and tear felt frustration.

I want to ride the night,
to stand by your side,
and hold your hand
as we cross this land.

I’ve heard the tears
other broken hearted lovers cry,
and seen nothing,
but the blackness of the otherside.

Oh, treasured friend of mine
is there something there
behind your eyes
that I might find,
perhaps a slight spark
lit in your heart
that parallels mine.

Layla, I long to hold you by the hearth,
hot and ***** loving affection
that burns against the dark
of the cold winter woods.

Layla, you are my wild one,
in whom I trust
but I doubt that my love
will ever touch
the summit of your desirous affections.

What is it like
to live on
the storm front
in the USA?

When clouds of discontent
come close and portend
agents of our
shared destruction;

When poverty’s blistering winds
blast the faces of
the poor women, men,
and starving children;

When the sounds of sorrow
swoosh in a swirling
tornado,
even though,
the wealthy know
that those
tax cuts don’t grow
our system
but push it to the brink;

Till, the storm drops
and this farce we
call democracy
is washed away
in favor of
an uncertain future.

What a dashing figure,
shirt unbuttoned halfway
as he delivered
his lines with grace.
However, this is not a gay man’s appraisal
of another man’s handsome face,
but a straight and secure observation,
a poet’s reflection
informed by the actor’s
performance.

We were stripped
of the multi-colored
diverging multiverse
as each dimension
collapsed
with each decision passed
till only one reality
emerged triumphant.

The stars crash and collapse.
Our time has finally past,
and I no longer wonder
if our love was really meant to last.

I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to leave.
I would like to stay
but you don’t need me.

Eternity’s a lie
we like to tell ourselves,
but the truth is sadder
cause we got played
by those madder
then the mad hatter.

I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to leave.
I would like to stay
but you don’t need me.

There is sorrow in
my spoken words,
tears in the songs
heard and unheard,
and this is the year
someone will fade.
Its okay if you want to stay.
I’ll take my leave
to end these days.

I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to leave.
I would like to stay
but you don’t need me.