#refreshed
he got caught
in a downpour
on what seemed like
the sunniest of days
when he stopped
for a coffee
he didn't really need
and hadn't noticed
the sky's shifting grey
he would have been
home long before
the storm came
if he had kept walking
but the torrent
began so suddenly
one of those where
the raindrops
feel enormous
every impact
an undeserved
or unwelcome
pat on the back
with neither
umbrella or coat
he found cover in
a sheltered alley
between two buildings
and begrudgingly
chose to wait
two buoyant women
elderly but clearly
not showing their age
scampered playfully
into his refuge
their umbrellas
forgotten for now
while their mood
somehow remained
remarkably well disposed
even though
those webs of nylon
had protected only
heads and shoulders
while their lower halves
had become saturated
they seemed not to care
greeting him with a grin
they chatted and gestured
and laughed
he would have no idea
what their story was
where they were going
or coming from
but in those moments
sheltering amidst
their joie-de-vivre
his frustration was
dampened
ironically
and with a smile
that would last
his entire walk home
he stepped out into
the ongoing deluge
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
Truth was a breath
of cold November air
Escaping from her soft lips
Truth was warm
a breath of purpose
A spoken word
Tasting sweet nuance
A fresh, crisp blow
of season's new flair
Something so subtle
yet undoubtedly alive.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
Found my peace after twelve years
A life I will not get back but now I can move on
Anger, regret, have no hold on me
Today I start anew
For now I know what I am
True bliss feels hard to describe
Solace in the fact that I must die
And begin anew.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Weathered round top
And a steady beat
Sometimes that's all you need
A metronome ticks
Reminding me of band
The curve of my French horn
This wasn't supposed to last
Finger printed love poems
Skip the fire stage
Straight to ash
It could've been fixed you weren't wrong
I know that I didn't draw these lines on this map the right way
Crooked and scrambled
I'm not going to say sorry though
Sometimes things aren't supposed to make it
And that's ok
Because it's just the experiences
That have peeked out from behind a rock
Sap covered lessons
That stick to us when we walk away
I'm fine
Happier even
Raven feathers descend
Upon this still pitched mirror
Ridiculously puffy clouds
Reflect back to this cornea
Everything is alright
And I will gladly indulge
In this tranquil water
For however long
It chooses to stay
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
We were driving 95, thought we’d stay here for the night
In Bay Shore.
The party waits til I arrive so we start the night off right
In Bay Shore.
Summer nights keep rolling,
And the night is ours, we own it.
All my fears and regrets postpone it,
Just hold it, for a moment.
Is it the salt air deep in my pores
That allures me back to the shore?
There’s something so real about Bay Shore.
Oh Bay Shore…
These city lights on the skyline
Keeps calling me on the hotline.
I’m not coming home.
At least for the week but I’m feeling guilty.
‘Cause I can’t admit I’m cheating on Charm City.
I’m just following the beat
To the beach right up the street
In Bay Shore.
Take the boat out for the day
While the sun’s out on display
In Bay Shore.
And I know I’m being bold
But I could see me growing old
In Bay Shore.
And the whole city’s my friend,
How could anything contend
With Bay Shore?
Melody’s from the ocean
Always seems to entice my emotions.
Thinking how we left words unspoken,
And we really got nowhere at all,
So broken.
You and Charm City left me so jaded
While my feelings became so faded.
Whatever I lost I’ll find it
But I’m reminded
These summer nights on the shore line
Soothes my senses, keeps me inclined
To call this home.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
synergy in the mist
of creations' breath...
multitudes croaking so loudly
drowning in eventide dew,
all the wind's timbre
is hushed;
overcome
by earth’s
communing symphony,
creations’ living
pulsing thrum..
alone in a crowd
proclaiming
the glory of now...
whelmed,
and i wishing
i were a frog,
and unalone
in the throng
maybe
such evolution
as this—
is reversing...
Ouroboros
touched wondrously
by spoken wind,
urgently
i need to search
for an intimate kiss
metamorphosis,
another incarnation
that will turn me
back into a frog—
a speck of stardust
in a sky full of stars
seems better than
feeling like stardrift
ashes
a burned out candle
muted
by the gypsy choir
*the call of the wild
sung in the wind*
wild is the wind
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Wish,
Some memories are written with pencil,
So they can be wiped out easily...
But, unfortunately they are written in
water-proofed ink,
that they aren't wiped out even after crying a lot !!
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
When sadness becomes a burden
Consumed by how hard were all hurting
Eyes will let loose a flood
Body will suffer from loss of blood
Smashing things up
Because I'm not that tough
Sinking to the ground
I'll drown
Yet in the aftermath
When past has passed
I'll find peace in tears
Refreshed to see all is clear
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
Reviewed is the past, refreshed, reorganized and recognized.
Yet the past remains a thing of past.
Time and again it has been proved that every change brings with it something new, something different.
Different is the present,
different from prior,
different from the past.
Different will be the future,
different from what has been ascertained in the present.
It’s easy to make up your mind to start something new,
however, the real challenge lies in to contain and continue with the present.
There is always a lure to get something more in the future
Along with time things will improve and get better,
but do this one thing and your future will be bright.
The lure aspect becomes a sort of mechanism, which works in changing the mindset of an individual
Subsquent to this lure are the recurrent changes taking place in the present.
Then there are mistakes from the past that get recalled, recollected and remembered in the present
Anything and everything amongst all this has the potential to deter the progress of what is happening in the present moment of time.
Yet with all this that is going on around you it is always better to be what you are in the present
Live in the present with the present moment in time
Move ahead along with the present moment in time
A time will come when you will realize, understand and accept what is right and all that has gone wrong.
Important will be that moment in time, since it will be important to accept the truth and act accordingly.
Once the right direction is taken,
line of action decided,
better do not wait for what is in store with regards to the future,
since the future will always remain uncertain.
Better be a part of the present moment in time
Give your best and hope for the same, nothing but the best.
Till then, it’s all watch and wait.
Definitely again a right opportunity will come across your way if you are keen on not to give up in your life and keep going.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
forrest fires in my head put out by your punctuation
because your pause between sentences feel just as comforting a your body close to mine
a savior in black and white written in galaxies before concepts of color were strewn about
the simplest shared breath took trajedy from terminal, to taking it one step at a time
safety cuffs on criminals with broken hearts as our only crime
we look to you to save us
and I was the lucky convict to catch your inquiring glance
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
There's this place
I love to visit
When the world
Has tuckered
Me out.
It's a place
Not known to many,
Which works
Just fine for me.
It can be quiet
When I want to be.
Or raucous when I party.
It's a place
That comes to me
To wrap me up
And take me home
When the fringes
Of my soul
Become so frayed
And tattered,
Ragged and threadbare,
When the depths
Of my heart
Have lost all but one drop of hope.
This place is my haven.
And though I wish for you
To find the peace here
That I do,
This place is mine
And I just can't share it with you.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC