This warmth surrounds me
because you are near and so
dear to my wizened heart.

Can be found
anywhere but mostly
in places
you wouldn’t expect like
Right here
Right now.

Always a believer
Always hopeful
That there are intelligent beings somewhere
Out there
In the universe.
Because clearly there are none here.
We are simple.
Neanderthals.
All of us.
Mouth-breathers and dinosaur bashers.
Simple.  So simple.

I Write

I write it down.
Somewhat poetically.
Spill my guts.
Somewhat poetically.
And then I read it later and I’m promptly ashamed
to read the truth of it all
so then I delete it and
go about my day
And then night comes and I look for it but I got rid of it so I write it again.
And the cycle continues.
Emote
Delete
So I don’t have to absorb it
and live the truth
or deal with the  things
that are eating me
from the inside out.
I guess that’s just the way it is.
I guess
that’s  poetry, baby.

Elsewhere

In the
Nether regions
Of my mind
I remember
I feel
I live
It all. Every moment
In time
No matter
The pain
The cost to
My soul.
I just keep
Living and
Enduring
It
All.

I Feel

I feel my way through life.
Always have and I always will.
I listen. I reach out. Feel
Hurt
love
live
despair
hate
all of it all of it.
I feel
I feel
All of it
Every
Day.

Late

It is late, this I know
because I feel the chill of it
in my bones.
I hear the wind and leaves
tearing away,
stem to stern.  
It’s dying time,
It’s the fall,
It’s the ruin
Of us all.
The sun fails and
night prevails
winds wail and
then
It’s over.
And
Another day
Comes.