Some times are hard
Some times are chaotic
Some times are missed
Times are summed up
by events and people
measured by some ticktocks.

Sometimes hello leads
to tearful goodbyes
Sometimes hello is never
answered but by an echo
This is neither goodbye or
hello, really it is a wash.

Tears streaming,
sink full of soapy hot water,
Day dreaming,
...
Facebook, email, news, takes
me away from what I oughta
decide to do.

This not a goodbye to poetry,
this a hello to all things,
especially only writings.

So to stay true to me,
I will be writing free,
followed by edit-ting,
stories in my veins,
will be pumped from my
heart, life is easily wasted,
the bottle of red tasted,
spirit of distraction,
let me go.

You don't need me to change
your world, take those reins
but be aware writers, strange
as it seems, are targets of any
and all who are within range
to silence many.

This will always be a place
where words fill my small
space in the cloud, or word
spoken out loud.

I will write.
I will share.
I will wrestle on the spur of the
moment or transfer
my words from paper that cuts
till I bleed black,
sometimes
sometimes I read
sometimes I write
sometimes I find
the self.