Lying on my bed
Sun enters
Laying on my bed

In poetry
We look at every moment
Trying to make it poetic
With nature we cannot be so liberal

It is a blessing that the natural state is evocative
Yet, when it comes to human greed
Children torn by strife and forests devoured in blaze
Poetry has to embellish the truth once in awhile

I respect poets who can write it as it is
Without being cryptic about fact
Allowing men to digest what they read
With eloquence- using Silence and Time as friends

For a poet, every moment missed
Is a word gained
Because the more we see
The less poetic it all becomes

It was Sunday that she shuttled
The bell rung out
As tocsins in her cerebrum
She couldn't keep him out of her system

Hearing time hurrying nearer
Scurrying, hurrying nearer
Around the surface, him
Through alley (Where is he?)

Narrower
With every footstep
Until it opened up
To view of the ocean

That was real
He lay in the boat
Taking the storms on even keel
Reeling in the sails with the love of preservation

Pulling himself
Aboard
Without shirt or sign of sweat
All she could think of was... every moment coalesce

How could his smile
Evoke so much emotion
In this insipid world
The ocean tides over the docks by the bay

There's a lassitude, a bit of it in the fresh air
I wish I could say they kissed
But, the sun had set and they were sharing it
Every moment had come to this.

You tell me
We can never be together
Here I am
Sitting with myself
Thinking of ways to keep myself
From falling apart

Last year, I had a bottle o' dubious ***
A couple of friends and topsy-turvy musicians
Some beauteous cigarettes and women who had taken to me
I wonder how I took to the alcohol, methinks

A crowd of rushing strangers move past
And freedom is a cheap thrill amidst the noise
Tomorrow is another day and another bottle, ain't it?
I'll die an old drunkard, but the bottle shall never empty

That's the truth my friends
When you'll be old, I'll be young with my fine wine

"God will put us in the fire with a bouquet on our tomb.
I don't know about paradise, do you desire it?"

It is an idiot's call at night
That tells me that I will sleep
She hasn't got much brains
Neither much of a body

But, I bet she looks good
Under the star light
She's a genius when it comes to
Making me fall in love with her beauty

Because everything she does to say she cares
Makes me wanna kick myself into the ******* road

Your red lips once were rubies
I would dig out from the depths
And treasure and for those pursuing such love
Have never seen the redness of a blushing cheek

When women come and go
I know that time is on the edge of escape
Sometimes it frees itself from ticking clocks
Sometimes it flies and never comes back

Women aren't time, but the time I spend with them
Digging out the best of them always stays
Nothing remains, but anger and resentment
I wish I could have 'em all