Fellow traveler
As you leave
You leave me your love.

Among the thousand faces in this place
I  hear his voice like thunder in the skies
I see his light, my dear , I am amaze
But I am not afraid  to show my cries
I bare the real me before his eyes
He never thinks each word as lie or pun
And yes, I admire him, he is so nice
Forever in my heart, my precious man.

I never think it’s true between each race
We’ll be fond of our traits, those aren’t lies
I am so fond of him just like a craze
Obsessed of thoughts that angel really flies
To spread his wings for me, see how he tries
He’s like the rain to me, and even sun
And yes, he is a gem among us, guys
Forever in my heart, my precious man.

My love for him is soft just like a lace
He is so kind, so cool, he is so wise
For his heart is like gold I want to praise
He is so far from those pretending guys
He’s real and never tries to speak with lies
He never leaves and runs away or shun
And yes, he is that gem I’ll see him rise
Forever in my heart, my precious man.

He is an angel, dear, I’ll tell it twice
He makes me smile and laugh and have some fun
And yes, being with him is like a prize
Forever in my heart, my precious man.

I haven't drank in ninety days
Way to go you fookin' saint
You haven't killed in thirty years
But St. Zachary you ain't.

Her husband sells used broken cars
I get to kick the tires
While he gets soaked at all the bars
I'm putting out his fires.

I'm pleading down to purgatory
As Satan winks at me
Though punishment be mandatory
I'll not burn for perjury.  ;)

r ~ 4/27/14

Dear Nat,
Yesterday I was out of town
that gave me a chance
not to weary you down
but master poet as you so well know
business when pressing won't let poetry go
even when I go out of station
they won’t free me my ****** creations
small sights I see small sounds I hear
brings out a poem to tire my reader
by all the adornments showered on me
you put me in a place I don’t deserve to be
but I do need to pause lest I forget
from my prolific taxation eyes need rest
for words when they pour endlessly run
might make them seem no more such fun
so there should be breaks some needed cessation
to save along with me reading eyes’ exhaustion
but know poet I can still survive by one occupation
reading your poems from that won’t take vacation.