Houses
Houses Cars Mortgage Kids
All of the Reasonable Things that We did
For security
And for
doing what’s right Be a good
Husband
Be a good
Wife
Defer happiness For another day Hope For good
Luck
Gamble away
When love
Turns to lack
And attack
attack
I must persevere So much on
My back
For me
To stand up
And say
It’s not ok
For you to
Erupt
Ignore
And dismiss
me Away
Would be me being Selfish
So I struggle on It’s not about me This isn’t my song Stay in discord Life is but chore Swallow my pride Learn not to
Cry

I signed up for this So I have to stay
In a home
Without warmth
Joy
Stripped away
Someday luck
Will change
And bestow
Upon me
The happiness
Joy
And love that
I need
Maybe they’ll change Or they could leave me Someday they’ll die Then I’ll be free
To finally collect
The love I deserve
If only I had
Any reserves
You say
I’m too old
To gamble on
Crazy love
Then why do
You do this
I’ll tell you
Because
Your mind knows
You’re trapped
It concocted this plan With you unaware You’re making a stand A light in the dark You shone unto me
Your winning number In the love
Lottery
1-617-852-0041
Call me
Now.

Though we may only meet
in a dream
it is for now
enough it seems
but some day
i  would really like
to touch your skin
in the real life
until that day
does come to be
you’ll be the only
one
for
me

Time bomb
That I am on
It’s all me
I’m a mess
Cannot cope
With all the stress
The drugs
The disease
Or childhood
It’s just me
I am no good
It’s my fault
I am to blame
Playing stupid children’s games
Wishing I could just might
Touch a soul and save a life
So that I may save my own
Duplicity I’ve got two phones
Broken man
Broken home
Broken wife
Cannot do this life stuff right
But I can write a lovely poem
Never leave it well enough alone

Traffic is coursing
Thru the central artery
A view that’s sliced off
It’s all that I see
But I know the flow
How it pours
Into town
Filling these buildings
I see all around
Window upon l
Windows
On view here
For me
I see
Pain
I see suffering
humanity
I don’t want to go
I don’t want to stay
I don’t want to hide
Day after day
Shuffling around
Scared to make a sound
Take mirame 3x a day
Watch the boy moved
In some freakish way
Twitching about
Like some clockwork man
And the question
Asked daily is
Do you have a plan

warm winds
come and tickle at
my frozen skin
a taste of what
might be
a vision
of salvation
if  they could
only
see
would they not
storm and howl
and lift me
out
help me fly
though all this
doubt

I am what was given
and what was taken away
what was joyously received
and unceremoniously  discarded
I am trash
that was once
treasure
I am what needs
forgetting
the regretting
a story
redacted
its final act
retracted
by a kind
stranger
who
saved
me
from
the
brink

writers block
sooner or later
it happens
to all of us
a story ends
without
an ending
words fall
having no where
to go
they will do
no harm
nor will they
do any good
let’s speak of it no more
ghost in machine