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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
I carved my place in history
I heard the beating drum
I listened to the rapid beat
That could get loud for some
It gets my juices flowing
It invigorates my soul
And then before you know it
I’ve completely lost control
If I remain cool, calm, and collected
Or if push comes to shove
The beating drum goes silent
When you lose someone you love
But the echoes, they last forever
Though the memories may fade
And thoughts, they get forgotten
So cherish those you’ve saved
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
Imagination’s key
For make believe and fantasy
When the light burns bright
When the bulb is lit
Beckoning the cargo ship
To steer and set his course
Without feelings of remorse
And set the record straight
As to what the mind creates
No one questioned he was stalwart
Reliable and crass
He would always meet you promptly
Exactly at half past
But then he’d turn the other cheek
And walk off in a huff
But you weren’t having any of it
And always called his bluff
The inner glow of oval eternity
Saturated in love
A child’s first communion
Connecting with the above
Expressing every phenomenon within
Telepathically relayed
And just before the moments gone
Can a bond be made
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?
For the love of the game
A bat and a glove
Not quite the same
For the game that I love

Running the bases
Chasing a dream
Always competing
Is my baseball team

We're after a trophy
To prove we're the best
The number one team
The champs, nothing less

Winning or losing
It's good to have fun
If you give your best effort
Then you've already won

Running the bases
A swing and a miss
Catching fly *****
Here comes the pitch
Deep in thought
She questions life
What’s her purpose?
Where’s her drive?
Is she at the mercy of God’s decree?
Or will she overcome triumphantly?
She shouts towards heaven
She begs and pleads
She needs the answers
She now seeks
Overhead, unbelievably
The clouds form, collectively
The clouds are drenched
In an orange hue
Swirling above the ocean blue
With her faith in doubt
And her desires gone
She takes some comfort in
The break of dawn
At the brink, the turning point
Near the waters edge
Looking down on an unfulfilled life
The muck, the weeds, the dredge
Gathering up the courage
To step down off the ledge
A promise to thine own self
My vow, my word, my pledge
They’re the eyes of acceptance
A warm amber glow
From a side of the person
You’re reluctant to show
You’re the embers of fire
To watch burning slow
You’re the breeze through the night
That comes and then goes
You’re the garden of Eden
The bud of a rose
Vulnerable, you leave me
Completely exposed
But grateful you’ll have me
The one that you chose
I love the things you say
When you’re lying next to me
You help me to explore my dreams
And the places we’ll see

Your smile is all inviting
The creases in your cheeks
Your eyes are so enticing
The whole package; everything

Your beauty is boundless
Your essence unique
Your presence is essential
To make me complete

No hell or high water
Could make me retreat
To a life that’s without you
It would mean my defeat

We could never be equals
You’re as strong as I’m weak
Brace yourself for a windfall
If it’s chaos you seek

I’m the seeker of angels
Not a lost son of thieves
You kneeled down beside me
In my greatest need

I’ll always be grateful
Words we needn’t speak
Our love is what binds us
And that is what’s key

They cannot divide us
Despite the havoc we wreak
It’s what’s inside us
It’s our way, our technique

When you combine us
It’s strength at its peak
It’s the burden we bear
And yet, I seek no relief
I long for the person I’m writing this to.
A mix of color
Of browns and reds
Gold and yellow
To paint and spread

Vibrant to the naked eye
The canvas speaks
Of days gone by
And the days that lie ahead
Many things, the canvas said

The only thing the canvas dread
Was to make sure the starving artist’s fed
The artist, who’s face I read
Painted gold, and yellows
browns and reds
A royal enforcer
A king to the throne
A cunning lord; leader
That let it be known
Fierce like a feline
Agile and strong
The decider of fate
For those in the wrong
Fair and deliberate
Constructor of laws  
Don’t be fooled by his whiskers
He’s got razor sharp claws
I was sent to spend my days
In a partly hidden cave
In the woods somewhere far from out of town
Not for reasons bad
It was simply all they had
To offer me, but I’m not currently sleeping safe and sound
Icicles are sharp
It’s really very dark
And sometimes the ice falls to the ground
But I’m inspired by the light of day
Which makes the darkness fade away
So I could make my great escape
From conformity abound
Change happens at a snails pace
Through power and greed we’re losing the race
Erasing history so we can force-feed our face
And live in a world with no style or grace
Which leaves me with a bad taste
Such a shame, what a waste
Stuck on this floating rock in Outer space

But who am I to judge?
Who am I to make a claim?
My voice rings out, but things stay the same
I’ll be dead and gone before they even know my name
And change won’t happen if nothings changed
Where I stand, I still remain
Hoping to not go insane

A soft touch and a cool breeze
The changing of colors on the fall leaves
But nothings changed if nothing’s changed
So I decided to stay in my own lane
A candidate for the hall of shame
With more pain, comes more pain
Unrelenting, yet unafraid
Atomic and cosmic
I orbit into space
Having never seen before
Such a pretty face
Elegant, yet casual
Personified by grace
I mustn’t let this occasion
Go to any waste
Fair skinned and beautiful
Imperfections, not a trace
Her flowing hair and emerald eyes
Help to justify the chase
If I wasted talent
Could I do without it
I strongly doubt it
It's what keeps me grounded

Bitter from a lover past
It's eaten me alive
It's taking all my energy
It's taken all my drive

I can't seem to move past it
It's just another facet
Of the world in which I live in
I cannot seem to grasp it

Life kicks you when you're down
When no one is around
The words coming from my mouth
They don’t make a sound

Knock me down to the ground
Get up and try again
Knock me down to the ground
Get up and try again

Giving up is easy
A sunny morning keeps on teasing
The start of a new day
Just who am I appeasing

Is it for ones self
It has me contemplating
Finding what's in store
And is it a life worth saving

Shall I carry on
Going through the motions
One day after another
Am I to be the chosen
I write depressing poems. It's what I do. One day I hope to write about happy times. But I fear my fear
Remind me of my innocence
That long forgotten time
When words were magical and powerful
And didn’t constitute a crime
But those were the days of yesteryear
When souls grew old, but did not fear
The day they knew that death would come
And leave them without a measly crumb
Nothing to have and nothing to hold
In a world that’s cruel and cold
But beautiful in some respects
Like yin and yang, it all connects
Under moon and stars and sun
We grip our knives, our gear, our guns
Well equipped to fight a war
Without knowing what the whole things for
Lay down your weapons, guns and gear
But stand your ground and do not fear
A better day will someday come
But not in our lifetime, you think I’m dumb?
Progress is all that we can do
As we dip and dodge the chosen few
My path to happiness is spiraling
Spiraling down the drain
Locked up in the closet
Waiting to hear my name

I wait and wait
Sitting beside myself
Alone and yet together
With my declining health

There’s someone coming to save me
To open up the closet door
I hope, and hope, and hope
And then I hope some more

But there is no one that’s coming
I know what there is in store
I must face all of my demons
And nothing can come before

Not until I realize
Exactly who it is I’m doing it for
Until I break the chains that hold me down
Can I spread my wings and soar
Clumps of fluff
Is not enough
For a gift of your true love
Shower her
With gold and jewels
And other gifts thereof
That’s the start
To her heart
When Cupid points his bow
And shoots his arrows in the air
Through the clouds below
It’s been long understood
The color of blood
Soaks in the stems and in leaves
Without a doubt
I’m with or without
Putting out more than I receive
What’s living in fear
Each layer, each year
Focuses more and achieves
Until time runs out
Then back to the ground
Buried, without somewhere to be
‪The changing of seasons‬
‪The color of leaves‬
‪Red as the fury‬
‪Of a cold winters breeze‬
‪The change in the weather‬
‪What’s come to be‬
‪Under the shade in the valley ‬
‪Of a lone standing tree‬
‪That grows in directions ‬
‪Wild and free‬
‪And in return
It allows us to breathe‬
There’s red and black and blue and grey
Purple, brown, hues, and shades
Yellow, orange, green, and gold
Turquoise if I’m feeling bold
Mulberry, periwinkle, orchid, and slate
Armed with my knowledge
Which I use to create
Tangerine, Marigold, amber, and sage
From my cerebral to the ink on the page
I see fuchsia, and lemon, pumpkin and peach
And I imagine the stars are not out of reach
Sapphire, walnut, hunter, and stone
It’s all of the colors and all of the tones
What are the colors of memories?
Do they come with a radiant glow?
Are they etched in our minds
By the eternally blind
Or are they broken with nothing to show?

What are the colors of memories?
Do you hold them in higher regards?
Are they blessed with the truth?
Have I outlived my youth?
Or were they taken leaving only fresh scars?

What are the colors of memories?
Do you find them to be bland and obtuse?
Are they typically pale
Or on a much grander scale
Dulled over from way too much use?
So pleasing to the eye
Are the colors of the sky
Bouncing off the clouds
In an incandescent light
Bound to earn their worth
In heaven and on earth
Without even a question as to why
We accept it and move on
Before the clouds are gone
And the sun comes out again for its reply
Then settle under shade
With sips of lemonade
And wave up to the clouds to say goodbye
The confessions of a self-critic
The one you can’t escape
That breathes in the same air as you
With every breathe you take
That stares into the mirror
Wondering when you’ll break
And laughs at your ineptitude
Because you can relate
The one that answers questions
With what you want to hear
That would rather stand in silence
Trembling in fear
Missing opportunities to share, with those that you hold dear
Not to mention not having any semblance
For a vocation or career
Constantly questioning your existence
And why it is your here
Crafting words to fit the narrative
Channeling your inner bard; Shakespeare
Not for things that wet your pallet
Greed is a sin you can avoid
You squint your eyes at the word hope
Because that theories already been destroyed
You’ll turn down your own mother
Suffering from a broken heart
Then throw a bunch of words down
Stand back and call it art
You’re selfish and you know it
Yet you’re reckless with self care
You’re too stubborn to change your life
Because you know you’re unprepared
Yet still you sit down on your ***
Too scared to even dare
Then complain that it’s too difficult
And state claim that life’s not fair
You’ve witnessed it
From your point of view
All the times you thought you knew
That life was not your choice to choose
So while you’re here
Why sing the blues
And walk around
Dazed and confused
She dipped her toe in the quite creek
To watch the ripples spread
Which ruined her reflection
And warped her little head
The ripples drifted up the creek
They spread out far and wide
And what should have come as a great big shock
Simply came as no surprise
Blue hue and vibrant glow
That floats among the stars ✨
Gases cloud the atmosphere
Just like that of Mars
Though distance makes the heart grow fond
It seems so close and yet
The crescent moon🌙
Is gone too soon
Still, I’m forever in its debt
A single dandelion seed
Gets carried by the breeze
That flies along the wind
But gets tangled in the weeds
And that’s where it sinks it’s teeth
With utter disbelief
And starts to grow a stem
Followed by a leaf
A complete and total metamorphosis
With maximum relief
Hell bent on growing old
But a moments time is brief
I’ve isolated the location
Of where humor goes to die
It was always right in front of me
Right before my eyes
I once asked a total stranger
If he had wings to fly
But he just laughed it off and chuckled
And waved his hand goodbye
What do you see when you're looking back at me?
A smile so personified
You're unaware you've been deceived

But if you look deep into my eyes
You'll catch a cloudy undertone
A sadness that you'd never guess
Is mixed with the grandest rage you'll ever know

The mask we wear acts as a filter
To shield others from the truth
But the most jovial of my days
Were lost way back in my youth

The smile, a reminder
Of days from long ago
No longer any relevance
****** into the undertow

Inside the belly of a whale
My life ended, as a meal?!
Let's take a look back on it now
And all that it entailed

To quote the great Captain Ahab
"Thar she blow"!
Or the Doors' Jim Morrison, who said "This is the strangest life I've ever known"

To send away the demons
You must cast the first stone
But be sure to have a witness
Never try it while alone

This ensures your safety
Keep your distance from the scene
Maybe you'll wake tomorrow
And it will all have been a dream

Be sure to check all of your limbs
Try remaining in one whole piece
Compelling as this may seem
Still no need to call a priest

Nor the admiral of the Navy
Or our commander in chief
They'd just as soon have you locked away
Right after they've been briefed

Thrown inside the dungeon
Tossing away the keys
Oh, you'll have your day in court
With a story that not a soul believes

Instead just hold your head down
Walk away, sight unseen
Accept it as a learning tool
Claim you were only being green

The curiosity of a cat
Landed you inside the belly of the beast
And if you hadn't thought quickly on your feet
You'd have been a savory feast

However unbelievable
This somehow is the truth
Not just another fairytale
But be sure to have some proof

Something from your journey
Something visible and real
Unfold it like an onion
Shed a tear with every peel

Help to remove every layer
Until you reach its core
No more self discovery
For you to explore

Just misguided youth
Pent up energy in spades
Clear of all transgressions
That caused you to disengage

Fall back on your laurels
Wash away the mange
Look over the horizon
Start fresh and turn the page

Reread every chapter
With the knowledge you now hold
Except this time around
Try doing what you're told

You'll be shocked by what you see
No more cloudy haze
No more hiding behind masks
Only clarity for days.
There isn't a very good structure to this poem. As it came to me, I wrote it. I tried conveying a message; possibly to myself, I'm not really sure.
She whispered in the Delphinium
A prayer she wished would come
A cure to save the masses
From what life had now become
She took refuge in the garden
She prayed on hands and knees
She engaged with all the flowers
She had raised up from a seed
She wallowed in the pasture
Among the fallen leaves
And listened for the echoes
Of soft spoken trees
The chaos that protruded
That made it hard to breathe
Was lost now in the slumber
Of cautionary dreams
Around a jar there’s an eternity
Of endless grains of sand
With water flowing from the jar
Dousing the dry land
Though visually misleading
The world contracts and expands
Which could be the final factor to the detriment of man
A simmering groove
A highly flammable beat
A smoldering dance
To rejoice with your feet
They played and they fiddled
It was an honor; a treat
They sang and you felt it
That band had some heat!
They had made a deal with the devil
And now wouldn’t you know
The devil was present, and in the first row!
They played and they played
Until their fingers bled
The sweat on their brow
Had them seeing red
But they played for the audience
They sang to the crowd
Then they looked at the devil
And they said proud and loud
“We can play fine without you
We don’t need you around”
The devil grew angry
And he opened the ground
Then pointed to hell
And said “that’s where you’re bound”
But the band kept on playing
And did not show fear
The devil was beaten
And at once, disappeared
I take cover under shelter
I cower at the sight
I’ve seen too much brutality
Every day that turns to night
It’s a forgone conclusion
There’s evil on these streets
You’ve got to be suspicious
Of everyone you meet
The Devil walks amongst us
He’s draped in purple sheets
Tapping on the pavement
The ground beneath our feet
He speaks of tales and folklore
He’s a thorn that rides a rose
That ****** your tender finger
When you’re vulnerable; exposed
Take heed and hear my warning
Don’t be put under a spell
Because he’s got your reservation
For your seat way down in hell
The sun is no longer bright
It’s sad, but that is its plight
It’s not said with a grin
That it’s light now burns dim
And now morning looks more like the night

But this is the way of the stars
It’s not Venus, or Saturn, or Mars
It was here for a while,
Adorned with a smile
And it was nice enough to power our cars 

So farewell to all sunny days
It’s time for a new life and change
We’re like rats to the cheese
Paying exorbitant fees
Running like we’re stuck in a maze 
Like a boat
I thirst
Parched in life
Since birth
Mouths gone dry
Under cloudless skies
So barren I could burst
Brittle like the earth
End scene in the play of life
Where nothings been rehearsed
Feet touch down on brittle ground
Dried up from the drought
Waters scarce from scorching heat
No water from the spout
The sun is fierce without a cloud
To shade the light of day
Leading to the cracks in earth
Across the dirt and clay
What I must do now
Or at least for the duration
Is gather up my thoughts
My endless permutations
Align them up in order
From importance there within
And begin to check them off
To at last accomplish them
Prioritize
Then demonstrate
The life that I
Wish to create
The elegance of poetry
In its natural state of mind
Helps smooth out the surface
On what’s been a bumpy ride
It helps bring out the demons
Lurking deep inside
The ones for years you’ve hid from
That when talked about, you lied
Despite the final words “The End”
There’s still some more to read
In the realms of folded pages
No story is complete

With rough and callused hands
Large, teary gentle eyes
A colossus of a full grown man
Is gaged by sad goodbyes

A giant among his peers
Just one of the guys
But a menace to the little man
Of stature and of size
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 heart wants what it wants
That would assume the heart is smart
But we both know
That love can grow
Because happiness is art
A special way to be
Transparency
Above and underneath
Steady on repeat
The epitome of ecstasy
When you and me make we
Tiny bubbles never seem to burst
Despite their roll on planet earth
Every passing second that trickles by
Another instance of when worlds collide
And the pitfalls of such grand scales
Are the essence still, of all fairytales
The steps were steep and narrow
The destination, great
So I climbed until I got there
And then I had to wait
The line was long and winding
To hear what would be my fate
And came to an understanding
Of my mental state
For a lifetime of wrongdoing
And my evil traits
I was ushered into heaven
I stood at the pearly gates
Then I was sent down into purgatory
As my sins were not erased
And that is where I roam and wander
So that I may contemplate
The evil ways I spent my days
Before it was too late
Trivial

Trivial

Nothings unexplained

So many times I’ve asked how?
Before I realized there’s a way.

So many times when people, have left me in dismay.

Overcoming fear; being unafraid

All of those unhappy, until they made a change

No longer getting hurt, when we stopped to ease the pain

No longer getting wet, when we step out of the rain

Overcoming obstacles; getting out of our own way

Not putting off tomorrow, what you can do today

Giving others credit, without throwing any shade

Taken from the wild, in order to be tamed

Building up the courage, to set aside the shame

Content with who you are,
Instead for seeking out false fame

All can be explained

All can be explained
The eyes are gateways into the soul
That neither can be bought nor sold
A reflection of universal deeds
That doesn’t give more than it receives
The luxury of vision speaks
To tell the mind what’s been seen
And gather up what info’s gained
That forms and leaves us entertained
‪Buildings, count them, one by one ‬
‪Down the narrow streets ‬
‪A vast array of colors ‬
‪On the façade of the concrete ‬

‪Independent structures ‬
‪A motley of abodes ‬
‪Close to one another ‬
‪But decently exposed ‬

‪All the roofs and windows ‬
‪All the chimneys and the doors‬
‪All built by men in dungarees ‬
‪Like the men who came before
Just a moment of silence please
No point in looking back
Prayers for all our fallen men
For their-heroic acts

Dreams were lost in battle
Fathers, brothers, sons
How are we to carry on
With no more smoking guns?

There’s simplicity in chaos
Our bodies still feel numb
Underneath the battle scars
Are layers tightly spun

What act of valor did our soldiers learn?
Watching men die never to return
Life goes on, until it burns
Wasting time, no great concern.

They’re still fighting far from home
Into the abyss of the unknown
Caught up in a spiderweb
Made from flesh and bone

We owe a debt of gratitude
While our way of life remains
A safety measure as it were
And all that it contains

Stand up tall and salute
To the flag we share with pride
While nations all around us fall
How many more must die?

Wars are fought but never won
That’s why we must carry on
We pray for peace under the sun
Embracing all that we’ve become

Our voice and thoughts burn in our brains
There’s still hope which we now contain
Nothing comes without change
A life of peace, that still remains
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