#put
to tell a story not of this world
you will be tagged
insane
foolish
dangerous
threatening
deceiving.....
Just ask Jesus.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
~For Pradip~
Pradip: who yet walks among we useless
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this
layabout in my drafts,
driftwood in a sea of
******* poems in a circumscribed
hell
for who knows for how long,
all that is certain is that
summer ending dreading,
is in full force
now marching
forward,
with the end of days
of body chilling whipped winds,
cold so paining no one be bothering
to breathe out white steamy curses
and life is a half a calendar league
too far to be believed
I mate much coffee imbibed,
the cheeks wet incessant,
no error, the death thots~
throes come in waves persistent,
like the monsoons we’ve survived,
it’s easier to recall army of losses
than the few
teaspoons victories,
who cares,
they plentiful companions,
reliable,
and we
share them with cups of black tea,
salted by our tiny tears that this too
shall past
for:
it’s the seasonality of our lives,
and these are the days of
unending unendurable
grayscale
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
After years of tears
Posing as pointless pity
Dug despair a grave
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 12:25 AM UTC
~for Lori Jones McCaffery who wrote me of:
“Her hands lay gently joined”
“So tenderly put”
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So sweet and tenderly put this trilateral phrase, a complement,
So sweet and tenderly put this lovely, geometrical compliment,
thus birthing this missive that was delivered in a mere 9 minutes,
a simple re-tribute to a poem scraped from eyelids, leaked from
my heart
of what
I Witnessed,
of what
I Emoted
as my woman,
rustled besides me in the early morning sheets,
stirring my heart, as she astirring slowly awake.
love this title Lori has gifted me, for so few and far
are the in-betweens of the people, places and things,
that are so tenderly inserted in this banged up humdrum,
football game of daily living, pierced by primary moments,
even secondary seconds, of heart~glows that pierce the noise,
even-in-silence put a suffusion of the chest, kissing of the brain,
colored kernels that dare not go unnoticed, this eloquent, perfect,
thank you is a whispering tremolo note that
wakes me up again, with scents of gratitude, for those
who take care, those who give care, who value tenderness
in soft spoken gestures, brash and bold, smartly wisdomed,
so to honor her, to honor this moment of grateful inspiration,
I insert the exact moment these senses imploded in my chest,
ordering me to give thanks, take care, validate the valuation of words,
so tenderly put
2:10pm Mon Jan 30 2023
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 2:27 PM UTC
I thought by now I'd feel better
The past few months spiraled hard
For answers looked among constellations
My faith put into a tarot card
I have been shook by superstitions
Seduced by the way they sound
Agony altered my belief
No longer a skeptic without you around
Haunt me until I cannot find sleep
Forcefully frightened by your ghost
Your absence spooks instead of strengthens me
Facing the reality of our love reposed
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 1:47 AM UTC
I cannot express how wonderful it feels
For the first time in so long
I sit down to write a poem
In which your name does not belong
Finally
Somebody else
Drifts in and out of my thoughts each day
I didn't know it was possible
Although your face is still here to stay
I don't even remember what it is like
To daydream of someone other than you
You've occupied my brain so many years
It feels strange to make room for him too
I wish he could replace you
Instead of only serve as a distraction
Though to him I am drawn
For you doesn't waver my attraction
It seems no feelings will ever be strong enough
To stomp out the ones you left in my heart
But that I have them for anyone else in the first place
In and of itself is a pretty good start
Before I couldn't even look at another
Without my stomach turning sick
Now I am hanging out with someone new
Used my Polaroid camera to take a pic
You may have moved on faster
But I am slowly losing the fear
That I will never fall in love again
Though it'll never be like when you were here
I have accepted I will never be as happy again
As I was when I was with you
But I don't need to duplicate those emotions
Not-quite-as-happy will certainly do
I admit that the first time he kissed me
"He's not as good as you"
Repeated in my head
But now I realize that you are not better
I was just craving familiar instead
After spending so much of our lives together
I don't know how to be with anyone else
But I know comparing everything
To the past can't possibly help
I understand you could never be replaced
Unconditional love for you I hold in my soul
I am not searching for my new soulmate
Finding someone who makes me smile is my goal
There may never come a day
Where he has as much of me as you
But I don't need him to travel to my depths
Only to give me an equal piece too
You never let your walls down for me
Though I bared my most vulnerable parts inside
I don't care if he tells me all his secrets
As long as he shows some sections he hides
And is willing to chisel away the armor
Your mistakes have left around my skin
I don't expect him to understand me
But you wouldn't even begin
So many memories we've shared
Things we've done
Places we went
Now I have to start all over
But that time was still well spent
I don't think he will ever coax out
The level of ecstasy you did with your fingers
But his hands give me butterflies
And a chill that lingers
When you walked out the door you took my hope
Left me with an inability to feel
But it has returned along with the sense
Wounds you inflicted will someday heal
If I am patient in the future I'll awaken
With his name on my mind first
And find comfort knowing that even if he breaks my heart
You've already put me through the worst
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 4:08 AM UTC
put down the pen,
***gown thyself in coats
of many riotous colors,
banish ‘never’ and ‘hope’
from thy lexicon, and
begin with a smile
always a smile as you
walk the streets as if to say
open open says me,
open sesame and let the
good works begin,
for having found your
captain of the muses,
your Calliope,
your rosebud,
lucky you!
you will need not write***
another word
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
Crack my bones like dry kindling
and make more room for some logs.
Then set them on fire
watch my body burn hotter
than any star.
If you feel queasy
at how I burn so easy
then maybe turn away.
Let me die out with the flames.
Don't douse me.
But my dignity is something
you're not willing to give.
So you take the water
and toss it on me.
A fire put out, can't die on its own.
I'm just embers and ashes
that you leave out in the open.
A day and night passes
and you return to the spot
to poke a stick at my cinder heart.
You're shivering, are you cold?
It's too bad I have no bones
left to warm your icy soul.
I'm a fire put out, can't die on my own.
I'll see you home.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
For Emma Ottinger “I put out (my stories) just because”
“just because”
that’s the best excuse you got girl?
cause be-ing
just
is a **** good one
way back in March
wrote a declaration^ to all those just
beginning with an iota of courage and
a good story telling
way of seeing and the
secret sauce-way
to spin my imagination in
my eye sockets
with their well words,
for I am a drinker of
the beaujolais firsts of the new grapes
of young poets
words welling springing from between
the oohs and ahs and the damns -
I wish I had wrote that...
so here’s a hero push - so many kinds of bread to
fill our baskets, please girl may I have some more?
so here’s to you - and the Great Plains that birthed you,
and the breadbasket of four poem/stories you poured out
that were so far from plain, how could you know of seas and sea foam and cobalt and mahogany human body parts?
and the speech patterns of waves that took me decades to learn?
use those “Jacob’s ladders between your fingers,”
“whistle me like a stray dog following,”
for that’s what “the kingpin of my flighty wits”
requires, for this old scribbler is now:
“firmly rooted for a girl who's bold enough
to crack the whip over her head if
ever went to war with myself.
A confidant that won't run,
won't offer half truth when
the whole of it
is all that actually matters.”
so write with that window light on and
wheat fields that can be reenvisioned as the gray-blue sea
from which I crawled out of croaking...
to read you rightly
6/25/18
10:25PM
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
You have put yourself out there
as a teacher
will you be my guru
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
A real win
is getting out more than you put in.
So, why do I go on and on looking for a return?
It seems I’ll never learn
that winning is endless
and makes a fool of us all.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Today the head from my Buddha broke off
And I realized
We'll never find peace after a hard fall.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
Here I am again taking a walk through my thoughts,
And somehow always end up going down a path that leads to you.
I guess it’s because you’re a part of me, the same as my skin and bones.
I love you in ways I only have heard of in books, and only thought was possible in fairytales.
You call to me like home calls to a sailor long at sea.
I can’t wait to be home.
Home is with you on a cold winter day.
I’m almost there.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
I don't need a mansion house
Nor any riches in this world.
I don't need knowledge
Nor any wisdom in this world.
I don't need fake love
Nor pirated copy of love.
I don't need new clothes
Nor classy dresses.
All those things are passing by
And they are nothing in this life.
All I need was Christ my God
Cause in Him I have life.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC