Singeing and burning
It bleeds through my chest
Just a heartbeat away
As only love would suggest
The wanting and yearning
Building burning empires
No escaping the flames
Like moths to the fire
Whether hellbound or godly
Your love still inspires
Wicked and lusting
My every desire

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

Buried in her study
She melted in the words
Of the book that she was reading
And was not to be disturbed
The outer world loomed too large
But the tiny print was small
In her own imagination
Her perception was it all
With all of her surroundings
Dripping down the walls
She held tight to her imaginary world
Doing anything to stall

I adore all of your metaphors
The quiver of your lip
Your pronunciation of the little words
Your occasional Freudian slip
I’m vulnerable to your parenthesis
Your underlined content
The illusion of intrusion
Where every minute’s spent
It’s indicative of your movements
Your pantomime express
The solution to pollution
Under meaningful duress
The creation of the nothing void
Which takes time to digest
But every stare you’ve given me
Makes me believe you’re unimpressed

They built a nest of feathers and twigs
The sparrow, and the weaver
While admiring how the dam was built
By the curmudgeonly old ******
All day long they sang their song
Amidst the making of their dwellings
Then rest their heads and prepare
For their favorite story tellings

Tattooed on her shoulder
Was a colorless rose
Outlined as if it were dying
Given its pose
Hunched and dejected
By the path that it chose
Just to end up as colorless
And the ghost of a rose

Stricken down, stripped, now bare
Held unwillingly in a darkened lair
Filled with crocodiles, and snakes that hiss
Men with wants, they can’t resist
It’s a shame, that they need to exist
Left with only a wish to send a goodbye kiss

Beauty is only skin deep
Her eyes closed for her beauty sleep
The counting of white leaping sheep
She’s strong, but emotionally weak
I question every time that she speaks
Her promises, she never keeps
Yet she stands on manicured feet
Quietly, proud, and discrete

The harvest moon
Fills the room
With moonlights brightened glow
The nighttime brings a peaceful state of mind
Where shadows
Come and go
Among the stars
On heavens porch
A true sight to behold
Smiling down
On mother earth
Where we all call home

Was it the bell on his collar?
Or maybe his marbled pattern fur?
But really, it was his comfort
That I look back fond on how things were
He was as docile as ferocious
Each obstacle achieved
I’d send a stick one thousand feet
Just to be retrieved

That nudiustertian morning
(The day before last)
You put forth the effort
And stayed true to task
You were aware of the dangers
That no others could grasp
Yet you fought, though outnumbered
By taking a stance
From a cruel hearted world
Given chance after chance
Moving onwards and upwards
As we try and advance
Through our own secret battles
But only at first glance

He was just a greenhorn
A rookie of his trade
He was berated by his coworkers
For the mistakes that he made
He eventually got better
And earned a higher wage
And before you know it
He was locked in and engaged

Warped and numb
I sink into my bed
Feeling like if I continue on the track I’m on
I’ll soon be dead
Neurologic sensory overload
Brain is fried
It’s been turned to mush
Paralyzed, I think I’m what’s for lunch
Never felt so completely out of touch

She dissolved from drops of acid
Through the rabbit hole she fell
Her mind filled with pollution
Not quite how the storytellers tell
She was woken from a vivid dream
Shocked enough not to scream
Spotted, but never before seen
In this state of her confusion
She didn’t want to rock the boat
Still upstream without a float
Hanging there with every note
Listening for her ballad

The words fly off the pages
The pages fly out of the book
Becoming doves towards heaven
At first glance or look
The sunlights on the water
The sailboat sets its sail
On to great adventures
That’ll someday turn to tales
About the fierce encounter
With the granddaddy of whales
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Or the serpents in the water
The shark fins in plain sight
Then there’s the squid 🦑 with its long tentacles
That put up the biggest fight
These are tales that will be read
In books with written word
Then all will know first hand accounts
From the sailers that returned

They ‪flourish in my dreams‬
‪In fuchsia waves of spring ‬
‪Swaying in the brimming meadows ‬
As if ‪bowing to their king‬
‪Yellow pollen spread by wings‬
‪Dusted effortlessly about‬
‪Pollinating everything ‬
‪Removing any doubt ‬
‪Of what will or will not grow‬
‪Being purposely exposed ‬
‪To the sun, one by one‬
‪Steady as it goes‬

Resting on a country road
Feet propped up in the air
Enjoying every breeze gone by
Without a single care
Reclined in a relax mode
Soaking it all in
And just before the sun goes down
You look at me and grin

The shadow at night
Hides it’s own plight
Through reflections of oncoming lights
It’s never too far
It’s always quite near
And it’s harmless  
So never fear
It matches your movements
Step after step
You can try to avoid it
But it will intercept
So always remember
Never forget
Your shadow knows
Where your secrets are kept

There’s a noodle in my strudel
A pastry light and brown
We don’t know how it got there
But was lucky it was found
To bite into my strudel
A surprise, you could tell
Could cause me to get sickly
But eventually get well

The Grim Reaper lurks in waiting
A montage of my story told
My life flashes before my eyes
Though I haven’t yet grown old
A film of a fine life lived
Fighting for more time
Each minute that passes by
Cherished and refined
Peeking around each corner
Waiting for my soul to rise

He saw it clear as day
Even in the night
Visualizing everything
He aimed to bring to light
Each step he had to take
Grasping, holding tight
To the promises he made
After putting up a fight
With a goal to be achieved
When it seems nothing’s going right
Or when doubters; non believers
Disregard you out of spite
That’s when things get clearest
That’s when dreams take flight
Then putting pen to paper
Turning into a passion overnight
When all ideas flow freely
With whichever hand you write
And with a flicker of a finger
We watch it all ignite

In the deep dark dead of night
There’s charcoal colored skies
That suffocates the light, the stars, and fireflies
The atmosphere is crude
In an egocentric mood
An agitator, mischief maker
With something more to prove
Such as a smile lit up in the sky
Or a fluorescent crescent moon
To see and sit back and behold
This panoramic view
Because after all, there’s not much more
You can or cannot do

A thunderous ovation!
He bowed down to the crowd
It lasted for a minute
The crowd was very loud
He stood there with conviction
His performance was elite
In the role in which he played
A liar and a cheat
There was no room for error
So he rendered it complete
As he smiled at the roses
Gathered by his feet

Yes, I am a poet
I feed blank pages, words for meat
Yes, I am a poet
I dip in my ink ***, rinse and repeat
Yes, I am a poet
I’m a minor for gold, digging and clawing
All my feelings exposed
Yes, I am a poet
Trading writing for love, to sing with the angels
Down on earth and above
Yes, I am a poet
My blood is my ink, my tears are my heaven
Sail the oceans, then sink
Yes, I am a poet
No tears left to dry, yet feeling emotions
I cannot deny
Yes, I am a poet

The pages lift our conscious mind
Through stories that stand the test of time
Truth and tales can both be found
On pages that are leather bound
Imagination is in full effect
And is often how our time is spent
A holiday, or some time alone
Can inform with more knowledge known

‪Across the purple majesty‬
‪Landscape hazy and subdued ‬
‪Amidst the mist and murk‬
‪That hides a stunning view ‬
‪Above the slopes and plush terrain ‬
‪Under moons bright stare‬
‪Gazing off into the stars‬
‪Breathing mountain air‬
‪Together in the moonlight ‬
‪Standing hand in hand‬
Daring us to venture out
To discover newer lands

Sunlight through my window
In between the hanging shades
Bouncing off the mirror
Where much darkness still remains
Brightening up the dresser
The closet and door the same
Introducing morning
In a short game of charades

A kiss by the wind
In between trees
A kiss on the forehead
And one on the cheek
My mouth has a grin
When I kiss your skin
When your lips touch mine
And the stars are aligned
As are the planets
The stars filled the void
Something created
Something destroyed
The yin and the Yang
It dangles and hangs
On the coattails of a whisper forgotten

I’m approaching a doorway
With the doors now ajar
That’s been protecting the contents
Of a once fallen star
They tried to contain it
But the bright light shone through
They were told not to enter  
But their curiosity grew  
A sacrifice, a martyr
With caution, subdued
They burnt into ashes
As if right on cue

I daydream in my daydreams
About the bright light up ahead
That’s even bright when my eyes are shut
Or just lying in my bed
I daydream on a colossal scale
Great goals to reach and more
But the light always shines its brightest when one is on the coastal shore

In the stillness of the midnight hour
When shadows rise, to take power
They seek out to maim; devour
Those who fear and cower
And in the thoughts of mindless men
That wait out their lives to be born again
There are no words to defend
As they stay silent, still, and idle

You are my anchor
My beacon of light
The ocean that sparkles
My moon in the night
You are the sails that lead me to shore
My want and desire
That I just can’t ignore
You are my craving
My can’t do without
You are my certain
My without a doubt
And all that I hope for
And all that I need
Is a gentle reminder
Of the impending stampede

When I speak, I’m hardly heard
There’s lack of power in my words
It’s like my words don’t carry weight
Until I write them on a page
Because the silence in my rage
Ignites when everything’s contained
And I say things out of spite
Despite how ugly and deranged
My sentiment might be
It’s a complete catastrophe
But, when said, I feel relief
From both my friends and enemies
That’s why it’s important just to say
Communicate; portray
The many shades of grey
And ideas put on display
That could turn to violence
If some things aren’t changed

Relinquish all the fairytales
As reality sets in
A daydreamers worst nightmare
Halted, before it could begin

An imagination that’s run wild
Alluring and a tease
Condemned for all damnation
To capture and release

An epic journey adventure
To the depths of the unknown
Fear of falling and of failure
No comfort for the soul

Always facing danger
Adds to a building plot
Your choice of weapon is quite puzzling
After all, it matters not

The winners been decided
The battle has been won
The troops are still divided
The war is not quite done

Who shall play the hero
In this epic tale?
Who will save the princess?
Or locate the holy grail?

Is there a fire breathing dragon;
Lying amid the caves?
Does your army adhere to their king?
Is there not one of them that’s brave?

What will happen when you find the beast?
Will it suffer it’s defeat?
Or will you shiver in your timbers
Run and yell “retreat”!

The imagination is a fickle
thing
It must endure and run it’s course
It’s what conjured up a Pegasus
From a plain old rocking horse

It’s a gift for all the children
Blinded from the pain of life
It’s a comfort for a timid mind
To be the hero of the night.

‪I haven’t done much with my life‬
‪And before you know it, it’ll be gone‬
‪It’s not worth wallowing in my misery‬
‪Like some sad sad song‬
‪My perception needs to change‬
‪Shift, and rearrange‬
‪Pick the lock that’s on my shackles‬
‪And free myself from this cage‬
‪Stand up to my demons‬
‪Allow myself to breathe‬
‪It’s not what I’ve always wanted‬
‪But it’s more than what I need.‬

My fear was evanescent
But it happened all the same
Shouting out my own inadequacies  
Wondering who’s to blame
Instead of being whimsical
While dancing in the rain
If just not to face reality
And return from whence I came
Back to meet my maker
The collector of my soul
I’d leave today if it were up to me
But I have yet to meet my goal
To overcome my obstacles
And forgive my biggest foes
And to strip myself of armor
And be totally exposed

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

You don’t know what it’s like  in my shoes
Instead of love songs, I sing the blues
From heart ache to heart burn
I watch and I learn

Searching the globe
Until my heart implodes
Caving into my chest
No more and no less

Alone all my life
Through trouble and strife
I bow my head
Dejected, I fled

I ran and I ran
All over this land
I ran for cover
Over and over

Lost in a spiral
I’m stuck in denial
My cup runneth over
Hoping to discover

The meaning of life
But the sun is too bright
The moon and the stars
I’m stuck behind bars

Imprisoned since birth
Scouring the earth
For love understood
And for the greater good

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

He was catharsis with his paintings
He creatively reached release
Then he’d infuse it with the paints he used
And he painted what he pleased
Whether landscapes or a portrait
Or an abstract just the same
All express emotions
Like the love, the joy, the pain

‪A clock reminds us that time never stops ‬
‪Never forgoes it’s hold‬
‪So take time to read ‬
‪It may plant a seed‬
‪Of ideas that continue to grow ‬
‪There’s no time like the present ‬
‪Or a particular segment ‬
‪Of time to relinquish control ‬
‪So squeeze every minute ‬
‪While you’re still in it ‬
‪And you have some semblance of soul‬

The garden flowers
Are fresh with dew
The morning air
Is sweet perfume
Just past the gate
The sun’s awake
Farewell to the sleeping moon

You can lead a horse to water,
However, you can not make him read
Unless of course, that same horse
Joins a book stampede
With flamingos, turtles, monkeys, elephants, and geese
All carriers of literature
Carrying three, four books apiece
Ingrained in imagination
When nursery rhymes made sense
Hidden between the pages
Is where the situation’s best
The anticipation of conclusion
The ending of the tale
Will it be successful?
Or like so many others, fail?

I want to escape reality
Re-create my fantasies
Slip away, with the breeze
Track down an old memory

Will I find new discoveries
Reaffirm your trust in me
React to your blatant tease
Or lay myself down to sleep

Wake up, and sense relief
Hear your words and feel at ease
Do what’s right just to appease
From a novice’s expertise

They say good things come in threes
But will I let it get the best of me
Turn myself into a freak
Or will I find what it is I seek

You may choose to call me weak
Judge the company I keep
Run from danger, hide and seek
No more to be said as talk is cheap

Sow my oats I intend to reap
Fulfill promises I try to keep
Settle down, near a creek
In the moment, mine to seize

No more rules, I turn my cheek
Do or don’t, as I so please
End up arrested, handcuffed by police
Or walk the line till I succeed

Why venture on in a trivial pursuit
When you quibble and pout
eating passionate fruit
You hunger, you need
You wish to proceed
Despite all the hurdles
You constantly leap
To avoid any conflict
Any variance of trust
You do what you will
You do what you must

You exacerbate each moment
As though I wasn’t there
Invisible to feelings
That let me know you care
With your never ending laughter
Your crocodile tears
Your general misunderstanding
Of how to disappear
Fade into the night
But out of all the darkness
Comes a glowing light
A serpent and a sphere
A metal shield and spear
To battle back the demons
That suffocate with fear
As you skulk around and ****
Without a chosen God
And manipulate your victims
With just a subtle nod
You’re the villain in my thoughts
Who can’t be sold or bought
Just a cold stare and a place in hell
Where your gifts are often sought
But you have no soul to steal
You just keep spinning your own wheels
Chasing after every high
To know exactly how it feels
You’re brutal and your crass
Without a touch of class
You’ll go down in history books
As how to finish last

He could disappear like magic
Out of sight and mind
He could disappear completely
Or just listen and unwind
To the sounds that fill the room
The whispers and the things assumed
About he who left us way too soon
To morph inside a big cocoon
Then spread his wings and fly
But my question still, is why?
Why vanish to the stars
While we’re in traffic in our cars
You could be halfway to Mars
Or not nearly at all