You left me here to starve
Hungry for your love
I’m famished, yet resourceful
When push comes to shove
I’ll get the fire going
Make sure to stir the ***
I’m craving every morsel
I have or haven’t got
You tantalize my tastebuds
Yet you’re somehow bitter sweet
Tenderized and savory
Like expensive meat
You’re delicious and delectable
At least, I imagine you to be
You’re sugar filled and delicate
And a million calories

Look how bright the stars are tonight
And for the rest of their duration
In alignment, they form and tell a tale
As enormous constellations
Of animals and of Greek Gods
Shared stories and of myths
But we are just mere mortals
Enjoying the universes gifts

I was hanging off a *****
The angle, sort of steep
I tried to cross the threshold
But I misjudged my leap
Now, I’m dangling from a mountaintop  
My cause of loss of sleep
Me falling to my fatal end
Without shedding tears to weep

I have an uncle Drew
Who really is quite crude
Primitive in his ways
Always walking in the ****
He never seems to notice
He doesn’t seem to care
To have a little decency
And at least wear underwear
But that wouldn’t be my uncle
As he feels the need to share
He’s just a little out of his mind
But that’s neither here nor there

She sees her own reflection
She spins to slip away
Enjoying every moment
Until her dying day
An alternate dimension
Two worlds far apart
But both look up to the stars
Somewhere off the charts

Holding on to the gravity
Of the situation that’s at hand
Then letting go of my comfort zone
Without a leg to stand
I’m mesmerized
By your ocean eyes
Your skin so toned and tanned
When I settle down
Feet on the ground
You’ll see who I truly am

My poetry’s poetic
Efficient and eclectic
I’m not energetic
I’m not egocentric
I’m borderline neglected
Not prophetically directed
My rhymes come with ease
When I’m finished, I am pleased
At the outcome of my effort
Because I fulfilled a need

The end of today’s shift
Came surely as a gift
As I couldn’t wait to leave fast enough
I stormed right out the gate
No patience to wait
As a day like today was mighty rough
I made it to my house
Sat down on the couch
And quickly lit up a spliff and had a puff

It stared me in the eye
On the mantle in the den
An old disheveled photograph
Of four distinguished men
One looked too familiar
Whom I know I’ve seen before
I had a need for answers
I wanted to know more
My host was kind enough to oblige
Now you rest assured
Our relationship has mended
Orders now restored

‪I’m taking in nicotine ‬
‪Coughing up smoke‬
‪Air becomes fleeting ‬
‪Volunteering to choke‬
‪Leaving me breathless ‬
‪Yet, unwilling to cope‬
‪Taking a slide ‬
‪Down a slippery ***** ‬
‪I’m at my wits end‬
‪And at the end of my rope‬
‪Until I quit once and for all‬
‪Because death is no joke‬

My reflection makes me look away
From a toothless grin
That the years have left me shriveled up
My skin now paper thin
But in these eyes
Is an old, but wise
Soul who’s long been cursed
Stand in my shoes
And you’ll see
How the roles were if reversed

There’s strength in solid roots
That grew from a small seed
They grow up tall
But beneath it all
They’re in dire need
Of affection
A tender touch
The precious air we breathe
Not cut down to build playgrounds
But maybe that’s just me

An amber horizon
Felt in a warm summers glow
Over calm waters
That shimmer and flow
Feeling calm and serine
Like a midsummer nights dream
Taking deep breath‘s
Coming forth; coming clean
As the wind whispers secrets
unfiltered

A bristle, a tumbleweed
Resting on the sand
Staying out of harms way
The best way that it can
Moving on when it’s time to go
A passing breeze
A wind that blows
Towards wastelands that have long since closed
Known best for their skull and bones
And where dangers always lurking

It wasn’t a catastrophe
A little crisis if you will
I managed to stay dry as best I could
And I ate the bitter pill
There were concessions made
Big plans were delayed
Until the bad weather stops
I’ll stay naked in the rain

I am the night that rises
I am oceans deep
It is written in the Bible
Of the lost souls that I’ve reaped
I’m the witch that cackles
That flies the skies on broom
I’m the black cat with no shadow
Despite the well lit moon
And through it all
I here the call
In the echos of the fallen
Crying for my sympathy
But their fate was always chosen

If home is where the heart is,
Then I am broken hearted
Home is where I long to be,
That’s where it all started
Home with trees and fences,
Family, and friends
Ever since I left; departed
My hearts been on the mend

Just a harmless conversation
Words sent back and forth
As birds fly south for winter
Withdrawing from the north
Just as they cross overhead
I look up to the sky
And no sooner do I lift my head
That there’s a bird **** in my eye

Uncovered in the rain
To help saturate the pain
And watch as all the teardrops
Go swirling down the drain
Packed up in a suitcase
Where the precious cargo soaks
Will they drown in innocence
And dash away all hopes?
Or have a brighter future
By getting shown the ropes?

Impressive blue hues
Over breathtaking views
In leu of small clues
Of yesterday’s news
Predicting the weather
From small drops of dew
A pair of old shoes
That the laces are chewed
Thrown in the waste-bin
For something that’s new
To feel the same thing again
As if I had déjà vu

I’ve written in my journal
I wrote down blatant lies
It was a sadistic sort of vengeance
For someone I despise
I am not a jealous person
In my or in Gods eyes
But I am not to be trifled with
As I laugh at all your cries

He told me not to worry
But that he was out of cash
We stumbled in a hurry
In an attempted dine and dash
We made it to the hotel
As well, did the police
Remind me not to dine and dash
In the Middle East

Thirsty little finch
Perched along the edge
Departed from its nest
Came of age and fledge
Spreads its little wings
No longer having doubts
He takes flight, into the sky
And migrates, headed south

He was quiet as a mouse
Trying not to wake his spouse
His lovely wife, Mary Lou Lorain
He tiptoed down the hall
Avoiding every wall
Trying to investigate the strange and unexplained
He was swallowed by the light
On that fateful night
And poor Mary Lou will never be the same
He was taken very far
By something that was not a car
It must’ve been
A spaceship or a plane
He was ******* and restrained
He felt awful and in pain
And he couldn’t even remember his own name
He did remember his spouse
That he left inside the house
But that’s about as much as he retained
Where he was, it wasn’t clear
But he knew that he felt fear
So he made a wish, shed a tear, and prayed

There’s crickets in the garden
The young one’s sound asleep
He gathers by the fences
And watches the sheep leap
On the pillow clouds
With air beneath his feet
He’s able to fly
To the stars in the sky
And collect all the stars just to keep

A guilty pleasure
His chance to peek
To see what secrets
Grown-ups keep
Threw the hole
He sits to see
But he mustn’t move
And he mustn’t speak
He knows that trouble
Would be in deep
And the lessons’ cost
Would not be cheap

When I was a young boy
I was shy and coy
I thought the world
Was innocent and kind
When I grew into a youth
I finally learned the truth
And what I saw
Really blew my mind
It’s sad that that’s the case
That judging starts with race
I’m certain, that wasn’t Gods design
We decide who’s out or in
By the color of our skin
And there are some, who think that that’s alright
But it’s simply not
When innocent are shot
Which seems to be our downfall and our plight
We’ve really set the stage
To fuel the peoples rage
By pinning us against both black and white
It’s not too late to change
For any color, ***, or age
Because unity, is a worthy cause to fight

Entrenched within the battlefield
The house they call a home
There’s misery and anguish
Often left alone
Witness to the rage
The hurt to all it’s causing
The victims and the pain
Behavior that’s appalling
We close our eyes
And pray for help
But all we get
Is the whipping belt

I refuse to anger
I consult my inner pain
Just to find out later
I’ve only half a brain
At least it is the good half
That’s been working hard for years
I have nothing more to think about
As I’ve conquered all my fears

In a private, secret realm
Where cognition is their way
They rely on intuition
And haven’t much to say
They speak with their eyes
And live their lives
In a levitative state
And with their time
They train their minds
Without the need to procreate
Only peace and tranquility
No time wasted on fertility
And the upmost ability
To set the record straight

Down the path they walk
No need for chat or talk
They know each other all too well
For in love, they both fell
Now that some time has passed
Their latter years have come
They now walk together, hand-in-hand
Towards the setting sun

We’re real close to the bakery
They’re practically our neighbor
I go there almost every day
They’re moments that I savor
I have some coffee and some toast
I like their coffee more than most
They’re always pleasant
Kind, and sweet
And they always keep an empty seat

Impoverished boys
Homemade toys
Not enough to eat
Yet, still their smiles sparkle bright
As they don’t comprehend defeat
Brand new day
Kids at play
No one‘s keeping score
They play for just the fun of it
Who could ask for more?

Fairytales at bedtime
Imagination’s peeked
The gateway into dreamland
For it’s journeys end we seek
Adventures in the meantime
Filled with dragons, kings, and queens
Or the hero and his princess
Whose love does runneth deep

The rain had come and gone
The sun shone bright and proud
We all gazed up at the spectacle
At the rainbow in the clouds
All the colors of the spectrum
The *** of gold a tease
Waiting on the other side
The end just past the trees

1000 poems speak volumes
A picture has no words
There is beauty in the two of them
It’s just something that occurs
If they’re done correctly
Each one forms a work of art
To be read or looked upon
As matters of the heart

Powerful pictures
Can be seen with the eyes
Theres universal displeasure
For the incessant lies
They tease us with tall tales
Promises and bribes
But all that they’re producing  
Is the country’s own demise
They wear masks with smiles
Then sell us the dream
But the evil’s always lurking
And they are not who they seem
So take notice of photos
They may be all that we have left
For the path that we have chosen
Breeds contempt and neglect

‪Bits of liquid color‬
‪With shades of grey portrayed ‬
‪Trees are standing lifeless‬
‪Not a single leaf remains‬
‪It’s winter in a painting ‬
‪With tones of color sprinkled in‬
‪It’s the warmth shown by the people‬
‪To help replicate their skin‬
Hues of red and yellow
And buildings dark as night
That separates the contrast
Between black and white

It was my normalized behavior
I was completely in control
I had a chance to falter
But I put back what I stole
I’ve lost my nerve to battle
To find perfection in my craft
And I’ve come to find out consequences
Can set you on a righteous path

I daydream about feathers
Dancing as they please
Plumes so light they shiver
In the coolness of the breeze
Fallen from the wing
Of an all white flying dove
That circles high, before it lands
Then swoops in from above

I write for peace of mind
For the rhythm and the rhyme
For the uninterrupted thoughts
That make me feel, stifled and confined
I express what I feel and see
In a way that’s poetry
Whether high, or low, or in-between
My imagination runs off rampantly

The rain had come and gone
The sun shone bright and proud
We all gazed at the spectacle
At the rainbow in the clouds
All the colors of the spectrum
The *** of gold a tease
Waiting on the other end
The end just past the trees

The nature of the battle
Was fought with pure resolve
Sheer determination
Could it be that we’ve evolved?
Into the makers of a mess
Poor people in distress
No gratitude, just attitude
Could it be that we’ve digressed?

The bones are in the casket
The cross is in the ground
Their prayers all went unanswered
Turns out silence is a sound
The creaking gate
The doom, the gloom
Another loved one gone too soon
The squawking crows
Where time was froze
Under the fullness of the moon

I implore you to go to the ocean
To watch the setting sun
To spare a moment in your busy day
From always on the run
Watch the painted canvas
The oranges and the reds
The purple hues
The pink, the blues
On the horizon up ahead

She was a hypothetical being
A figment of my dreams
A human roller coaster
With moves I’ve never seen
She’d always catch me staring
And giggle with her charm
And just as things got interesting
I’d wake to an alarm

He waited over decades
Lying dormant, but awake
His master plan well devised
Calculating each step he had to take
No time for contemplating
Time to take charge now and act
But, a simple trick to vengeance
Is to triple check your facts

Tranquility of the infinite
The all-knowing center eye
For the dream that lasts eternity
To live before we die
To avoid the tempting darkness
By capturing the light
And to harness it eternally
From morning dusk till night