In the morning solitude
There’s calm before the storm
Prior to the noise and ruckus
Staying true to form
High-rises on steroids
Traffic on the streets
Crowded in the subways
Wash, rinse, and repeat
There’s no winner of a battle
That’s never met defeat
Unless of course you battle
And ultimately cheat

I wrote an ugly verse
Could be bad, could be worse
It wasn’t well rehearsed
And wasn’t very good at first
But something told me to read it again
That is where my thoughts ascend
Into the stratosphere past Mars
Past the twinkling stars
Until it comes back around again
Stronger than before
Knocking at my door
Impossible to ignore
While letting out a gentle roar
This is where the plot digressed
In the ballroom, underdressed
Complete with cowboy boots and vest
Embarrassed, I confessed
I had written every word
After reading, I concurred
It was my handwriting in script
Which made me have to come to grips
As poetry spilled from out my lips
As I drift
        As I drift

An eagerly awaited walk
Through the woods, past trees
A little boy with his trusty dog
Scurry through the leaves
Autumn shows it’s colors
Weather perfect to wear jeans
In the woods, they whisper
Their secrets in the breeze

I let it win
It took control
I held it without letting go
It held me back
The fear surpassed
The closing act
To events of past
I gathered strength
I forged ahead
Continued on with life instead
I carried on
With scars as proof
Now just faded events
Of a forgotten youth

The skies cast a periwinkle blue
Over vast stretches, in plain view
Along the boundless horizon
Over waters edge
Where the two connecting blues
Inevitably meet again
To decipher where the ocean and the sky begin

Your silence whispers only secrets
Should I ignore it?
Should I explore it?
Should I wake and greet the day?
Or should I unlock a window
Open it, and pray?
While I listen to all your secrets
As means of an escape

My ‪first kiss is with my coffee ‬
‪To wake and start the day‬
‪It’s strong pungent aroma ‬
‪Is by far the only way‬
‪To be approached at morning ‬
‪Before I’ve had my sip‬
‪Is to gamble, and put your life at risk‬
‪Before my coffee hits my lips‬
It’s brewed with love
The grinds are pure
From overseas
It came ashore
To be put in my cup
So that I may drink it up