They found his body decomposing
rotting away in a chair.

It took seven day for them to find him,
just sitting there.

Fingers locked to a cell phone,
battery also quite dead.

It took a brave soul to revive it,
to look and see what it said.

It said,
In my time of dying,
I sit here.

All alone, no love around,
no family, no friends,
just alone in the end.

Waiting to hear from my true love,
I hope I hear from you today.

One last I love you,
All I want to hear you say.

It came 2 days later,
but all it said was.

HEY.

She swirls around me like a storm
Her rage of confusion does me no harm.

I run my fingers through her hair
and down her side, 
I calm her as she tries to hide.

Tries to hide the way she feels, 
but her trembles, beneath my fingers reveal.

Reveal all she is scared to say. 

Take my hand, I whisper, 
let me lead the way.

Through tumult, and tempest I'll guide you.

On this journey of uncharted waters,
Navigating the unsure rivers of your shielded heart.

Until hand and hand we arrive,
on the golden shores, 
of a love so true.

In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.

Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"

She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.

She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.

Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.

My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.

I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.

Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.

So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.

"We're still here", so make new memories.

Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.

The open road possesses my soul
leaning to and fro,
into and through the curves of the road.

The curves life throws.

I glide, I fly, down these thoroughfares,
these desolate highways,
back roads, and byways.

Adrift on the wind that surrounds me.

Pounds me,
fills my bones, 
with its heat,
with its cold.

With a satisfaction of freedom
I've only ever known,
on two wheels.

My motorcycle is a time machine
that transports me to years long ago.

I am ageless as I hurdle forward.

A faceless, genderless soul,
behind a visor of golden sun,
obscuring the time traveler within.

But even though you can't see me,
I can assure you I am smiling. 

And I will be until
my ride reaches its end.

We met in a bar
had a few drinks 
did it in my car.

Just casual ***, 
all it was meant to be.

but somehow it felt like something more to me.

Her name was April, 
it was an evening in May,
now it's mid September 
and in my mind she still stays.

I visit that bar every night,
hoping she'll be there,
hoping I might, get a chance to see her.

To make things right,
to resolve these conflicts
I have in my mind.
To tell her I felt something,
can we try one more time?

To tell her it didn't feel casual to me.

But apparently, 
It did to her.

I wonder how often casual ***
is really casual?

Summer in a corn field  
learning about love.

Two kids coming of age 
Under the afternoon sun.

She was warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young and hard and lean.

It wasn't exactly love
It was never meant to be.

We both went our own way, 
living our own dreams.

But sometimes when I'm sleeping 
you come back to me.

Through the corn fields of my mind,
We wander one more time.

You were warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young, and hard, and lean.

And we make love in memories,
we make love in dreams.

I wake and I wonder,
do you ever wonder of me?

Do you ever revisit the corn fields
of our childhood memories?

Do you ever wake and wonder,
Whatever became of me?

I wonder what became of you!

So the stock market crashed again
Boomer's bankrolls run dry.

Can't retire this year
can't afford to die.

They say it's only temporary
in the long run we will thrive.

But what if your long run is coming to an end.

After fifty years of hard work 
they say just begin again.

**** it up, be a man, take one for the team.

Take your SS check and move to the Philippines, 
Or maybe Tijuana where you can still afford to live.

We don't need your *** in the USA 
once you've given all you've got to give.

Self deportation may be your answer
to inflation,
Go live with the Latinos you so love to hate.

Your lifetime of savings
is such a small price to pay.

After All, it's gonna
Make America Great!!!

I fell in love with a mountain,
I worshipped her from afar.

She drew me in closer
I slept in her arms.

Gazing up into her treetops
Sleeping beneath God's stars.

The Milky Way is just a halo
My mountain wears at night.

The valley sleeps in her shadow
securely without fright.

Her protections all around.

No place on earth
I'd rather be than here.

Listening to the wind,
whistling through the air.

The smell of earth and pine
the mountain breathes,
for me to hear.

Yes, I fell in love with
a mountain, and she
doesn't even know I'm here.

She just stands in
Quiet majesty
without a care.

And in her stoic indifference
I stare up at her,

and I swear, it makes
me love her even more.

Love is not seen with the eyes,
that's attraction.

Love is not felt in a kiss,
that's reaction.

Love is not construed within the mind,
that's reason.

Love is only born in the heart,
that's believing.

And in my heart I believe.
beyond reason,
beyond reaction,
or attraction.

I believe beyond believing that I love you.

Sometimes I write poetry
most times it writes me.

Showing me things 
I need to see.

Things I need to acknowledge
to be a better man.

Not to change the world, 
but to change what I can.

Most often times
it's a change in me,
A reflection of a man 
I don't want to see.

Sometimes I write poetry,
most times it writes me.

And the more that I write
the more I'll like what I see.

And maybe someday
if I write well enough,

The man in the mirror
will smile back at me.

Sun breaks over the lake
Waking me from my dreams.

Haze thick upon the water
Silent, surreal, calming, serene.

Hard to explain,
waking up alone in nature.

When I was younger, I wanted friends all around.

Bright lights, big cities,
laughter and music abound.

But now I take things slower,
moments not needing to share.

A misty morning sunrise,
Coffee in a kettle,
wood smoke in the air.

Just me and my memories,
moments without a care.

I know I can't stay,
soon I'll have to pack up and leave.

But right here, right now,
It's just God, Nature, and Me.

She lies back and pictures
his hands on hers.

Beneath her skirt he moves.

His breath hot in her ear,
though he isn't really here,
She moves in a way
she knows would please him.

She sees him, she breathes him,
in her mind she can feel him.

On top of her, inside of her.
She gasps!

******* waves of emotion
rush forth, like the ocean
moving fast towards the shore.

Crashing in ecstasy, she prays,
come home to me.

allowing herself
to ride the waves of memory,
Until he returns to her.

He always returns to her.

When I saw your face I knew
I'd love you till the end.

Even though we parted
We came back around again.

Half a lifetime has passed us by
still nothing has changed.

You're still that same sweet girl,
Who has lingered in my brain.

Smiles filled with sunshine,
wind wild in your hair,
eyes of blue still beacon me come here!

Many lovers have passed,
still my feelings have never waned.

You're still the same sweet girl
I fell in love with.

The one that I will love until the end.

Four young men on a rooftop in 1969,
Putting on a show for the very last time.

Not the last for any,
but this was the fab fours end.

Four old men under thirty,
about to start again.

People pointing fingers,
people laying blame.

Surely it can't be over
they'll Get Back again.

They'll travel back down that
Long and Winding Road.

Back to Penny Lane,
where it started so long ago.

Imagine the world without the Beatles,
I wonder if you can.

I remember four young men on a rooftop,
being great again.

Wanting to prove it to the world,
Before they let it end.

Before they let it go,
Before they Let it Be.

And that's the memory of
the Beatles,
I'll always choose to see.

Kiss me in the darkness.
Touch me how you want to!

Let the feeling take you,
to places you've never been to.

There is truth in the darkness,
for our souls will find the light,
the light in each other
which brings such delight.

So Kiss me in the darkness,
Let our souls fly to the sun.

Stay with me past the morning,
For our love has just begun.

I used to be a fool,
thinking I could live on love.

But it seems you need some Dinero, 
If you wanna rise above. 

Silk suits and Bentleys 
don't grow on trees. 

And the ladies always prefer
The guys with the money.

Now I ain't sayin she's a Golddigger,
But Kayne said it best, 
She ain't messin with no broke N---a's.

He said it not me, 
So cut me some slack,
let's finish the story.

I used to believe
I could live on love.

I used to believe, 
Love is all you need.

Lennon said, That Baby!

I used to believe I could live on love.

But then I met you!

I used to believe, 
I could live on love.

But now!

Now I know!

"Baby it's True!!!"

I am the lone wolf
crying in the night,
I fear nothing except losing my sight.

I fear not foe, nor hunger, nor cold,
I don't even fear death
or growing old.

I only fear not having you my love,
not having you in my eyes to behold.

I scramble the high rocks
trying to reach you
in vain.

Forever removed from
my touch you remain.

So I sit bathing in your light
and I cry.

Until I howl my last,
until I join you in sky.

I knew I loved you the day I saw you
although I never said it.

Through all the years that passed my dear
I never did forget it.

So quick I was when again we met
that you couldn't quite believe it.

Your broken jaded heart,
wasn't able to conceive it.

Too many use words
to get what they desire,
To many use words
just to fan the fire.

Make him walk a mile
or maybe two or three,
will he cross the desert for your love?

Will he cross the sea?

When you've answered yes
and you know his love is true,
give him back all your love
like only a woman can do.

Love him hard and love him long
for his is a love that's true.

I sit and watch the world spin round 
glad I'm no longer in the fray.

Time has quietly passed me by 
as day bleeds into day.
The night it moves much slower.
My mind always fast awake, 
sleep is often hard to find
before the day's break.

Vampiric nights and exhausted days
swirl and turn inside a yellow haze.

This is my life now!

I sit and watch the world spin round
wishing I was still in the fray.

Longing to feel the sun on my face
and frolic away my days.

This is my life now.

Is this my life now!?

It's been a long winter,
It's always worse in the winter.

Don't look for love
it's the worst thing you can do.

It stresses you out, 
and makes you feel blue.

Makes you question everything
you thought you knew.

Question your looks, your attitude,
charm, compassion, intelligence.

You'll always be searching for answers,
Forever on the defense.

Looking for love,
is just too hard to do.

So just stop looking,
forget about love!

And when you do,
when you discover you're comfortable
just being you.

That's the time that love
will take your breath away.

It will come and hit you,
right out of the blue.

So stop looking for love!

When you're ready, 
When the time is right.

Love will suddenly,
and undeniably find you.

This Romeo is bleeding
Lying here fast awake.

Juliets long gone,
Your suicide didn't take.

Now youth has passed
You by.

No longer a young
Girl's dream.

Not a tragic love story.

Just a tragedy in life,
it now seems.

A bottle of melancholy
And a memory of you

Jukebox playing songs
We used to dance to

Filled up with quarters
Melodies, masking tears

Another round to wash
Those memories down

Another round to
While away the years

Another dollar in the
Jukebox, play it till the
**** thing breaks

Another bottle of Melancholy
to drown away this heartache.

Li  La  Li--   Li  La  Li  Li  Li  La Li--
Baby Li Li Li....

You know that I love you,
but I wish I could live you.

Experience the world like you do.

To touch it, with your delicate fingers.
To see it through your eyes so blue.

How different would our love feel
if I could live that love as you.

To feel our passionate kisses 
through your soft and tender lips.
Or the feel of what it feels like.
when you do that thing-
You know.
the one that makes me flip!

Yes Baby I wish that I could live you,
if only for a moment or two.

So I could feel your love for me,
the way I feel my love for you.

On a cold and lonely day
I sit, with pen in hand.

Blank pages lie before me,
begging for truths,
or even lies
A prize of ink,
to satiate the soul.

I fumble with a line in my mind.

Not yet have I put my pen to task.
I fumble and I start,
then recoil.

The ink still abstains from the page.

For when the ink begins to flow
it will spout truths
I didn't even know.

And in a rage, it will ravage the page.
Ravage my mind, ravage my soul.

Depleting me completely,
Until,
A calm falls upon me
like snow.

Poetry is pain
With a hope of tomorrow.

Underlying regrets,
Grief and sorrow.

We revise life, through words,
Of what could have been.

But hindsight is 20/20
We can't go back again.

And would we even want to?
Could we even change a thing?

Without the knowledge of regret
Now etched upon our brain.

Better to let it go,
To say we lived and learned.

And write dreams for the future,
of passions that still burn.

Infrared to ultraviolet
and every color in between
every hue that is you,
is longing to be seen.

You're like a rainbow of love,
In all its prismatic splendor.

Those ruby red lips,
so soft and tender.

In your emerald green eyes
my heart begs surrender.

Your golden hair flows,
down over sweet cinnamon skin.

Towards rose colored treasures
hidden deep within.

You're a rainbow of colors,
vibrant and bold,
Pastels of passion,
for my eyes to behold.

A Rainbow of love
even more precious than gold.

(HELL! To Be Honest)

You're like Skittles Baby!
And I wanna taste the Rainbow!

She walked up and asked,
Will you dance with me?

I looked all around just to see
Who it was.
There's no way,
it couldn't possibly be.

Could it? could it really be me?

And just like that,
Suddenly, 
We were dancing.

So close, surely we were floating, 
Because I couldn't feel my feet.

I couldn't hear the music, only the beat.

The pound, pound, pounding of my heart!

Her and me dancing,
Surely we were floating.

I looked down to see,
Instead I saw her,
looking up at me.

We were dancing! 

Yes, we were.

We were dancing.

I went for a walk today
in search of poetry.

A little inspiration
in something I might see.

It wasn't a particularly beautiful day, 
Cloudy and a bit cold.

But from time to time 
the clouds would part, 
and wash the world in gold.

It wasn't quite mesmerizing 
still no poetry came to me.

So I decided to take a load off,
and parked myself beneath a tree.

I just sat there for a while, 
to see what I could see.

And what struck me most 
was that there was no one,
not a soul around but me.

Well, that's not exactly true.

There were a couple birds up in this tree,
but they were busy doing bird things,
not at all concerned with me.

And a squirrel up on a power line, 
also without a care,
as far as I could see.

And in that very moment 
a poem came to me.

But I did not write it down,
I just enjoyed my time under that tree.

I'll save the poem for later,
because I'm living the poetry.

Four kisses, 
One for yesterday, 
One for today,
One for tomorrow, 
And one for forever.

Yesterday's kiss is long and sweet, 
covering all the times we miss.

Today's kiss is full of fire, 
searing with passion, 
it has no time to reminisce.

Tomorrow's kiss is a promise 
of all the Kisses yet to come.

And finally forever's kiss 
is the softest and gentlest kiss.

It is the kiss that makes us whole.

Given beyond the physical, 
beyond worlds, 
given from the depths of our soul.

All my kisses are for you,
as I pray yours in return.

for they are the first,
last, 
and only kisses, 
I ever hope to earn.

Sometimes she goes slumming,
and turns up here.

But I'll take her downtown,
have no fear.

After all,
it's what she came here for.

We can do it right here,
down on the floor,
or up against the wall.

Anywhere but the bed,
that wouldn't do it all.

Her hunger must be fed
down on all fours
dress getting *****
begging for more.

Subjugating herself,
denying her wealth,
letting primal urges drive her.

So I'll supply her fantasy,
but in reality I fear.

If she knew the truth
she'd not dare turn up here.

For the truth is
That I love her!

If you kiss me once before I die
I will not die a happy man.

I'll die wishing I had more time
to kiss you once again.

To kiss you a thousand times
Like I've done so in my mind.

Pressed against your flesh in
loves passionate embrace.

A lifetime has passed
to find us in this place.

So do not kiss me before I die.

Eternity is far too long
to ruminate on why.

Was this a kiss of love, 
or merely of goodbye?

Please, please don't kiss me!

My dying soul can not bear it.

timer set and go.
lets do this off the cuff,
on the fly, enoughs a nuff.
5 minutes to get r done, oh **** 2 minutes gone.
how much poetry can we write off
the cuff.
Sunrises, sunsets, ladies eyes i'll never forget.
picking and choosing as time flys by
1 minute left I sigh.
this poem comes to a close with one last
I love you before I go
time.

Whisky and Poetry
The look in your eyes,
smoldering ******,
begging good times.

A bold and beautiful Celtic Lass.

Emerald eyes and auburn hair 
make this Irish heart beat too fast.

I wish I could kiss her ruby red lips,
caress that creamy skin,
with my calloused fingertips. 

So stunning in moonlight,
My eyes drink her in.

A vision of innocence 
a portrait of sin.

Just a paperback cover
in a bookstore bin.

Polarized and filtered not reality,
A 35 mm dream girl 
I'll never truly see.

But in my mind she's mine
as long as I want her to be.

Through the magic of
Whisky, and Poetry.

Write a love rhyme
off the top of your head
post it in the comments below.

Valentine's Day
Is the day to say,
****, Silly, Romantic things
To make her heart soar,
cry, or sing.

I've drank myself blind 
trying to have a good time.

I've crashed my motorcycle in the rain.

I've jumped out of planes,
hopped rides on cargo trains.

Made love to women I never knew.

I've slept under a desert moon,
slept in the rain in June.

Did nearly everything in life
I wanted too.

And the only thing that
caused me real pain,
was not giving you a ring.

Because I found you way to late.
And I lost you way too soon.

Under my umbrella
rain hitting all around
getting wet anyway 
so I take it down.

I really don't mind
it's been a hot day,
and the rain seems to
wash all my blues away.

Rain covers my face like tears,
but they are of joy
not of pains or fears.

Into every life they say
some rain must fall.
But I'll not complain,
the sun always shines
brighter after the rain.

And as I said,
it's been a very hot day.

And this cool refreshing rain
was sorely needed anyway.

To My Valentine

You're not just the girl for me,
You're the world to me.

My first good morning,
my last goodnight.

When You're in my arms,
everything feels right.

The sound of you sleeping soothes My soul.

The warmth of your touch makes me feel whole.

Lying here in my arms,
the kiss of your lips,
the smell of your skin,
the curve of your hips,
in those moments the world disappears.

In those moments,
all that I hear
is two hearts beating.

Saying love is here.

So the billionaires tell us
we may feel a little pain,

but they're doing it all for us,
it's not for their gain.

Such noble men
these saints must be,
twisting the fabric of democracy.

How lucky am I that they do it all for me.

I'll tighten my belt and **** it up,
for the sake of my country's prosperity.

Seriously, 36 trillion is all they need!
Can that be done by making 300
million bleed?

Now I'm no mathematician,
but those numbers don't add up.

And as much as I hate to say it.

Honestly, I think we're ******!!!

Eyes on the prize 
See the truth not the lies. 
Open your heart and let the love flow through.

Take my hand walk with me,
share a laugh and a smile.

Let it all go for just a little while!
 
Don't worry about the future,
forget the past.

Life is just a moment,
a precious memory,
there is no way to make it last.

Moments and memories of Lovers and friends.
That's the prize that hides behind the lies.

No treasure of gold, will satisfy your soul,
only the love you give and receive.

And in the end,
I pray that you hold me in a way,
that lets me know that I was loved. 

Kiss me softly as I leave,
and please do not grieve.

Just remember how much I loved you.

My desire for you has not faded
My love continues to grow.

Someday when the time is right
Our hearts will give love a home.

Together we will walk in our garden
feeling the sunshine caressing our face.

And we will feel joy in knowing
it was our love that built this place.

A house is just a building
of wood and brick and stone.

But the love of two souls joined together
is what makes a house a home.

Old People Love 
that's what we have now you see.

That kind of love where we fuss and grumble
but would never think to leave.

Where we shake our heads at each other,
and laugh and talk about the weather.
Telling the same old stories,
of all our years together.

It's hard to tell sometimes where you stop
and I begin.
I've given up on that riddle,
Really, there is no way I can win.

After 40 years, together
We're not just lovers, but best friends.

So I overlook the Lipstick on my coffee cup,
and you stealing fries from my plate.

While you pick at your spinach salad, 
and worry about your weight.

Telling me I need to hurry up,
when you always end up running late.

You tell me I'm no better 
when I forget to take out the trash.

Or you catch me hiding cookies 
in what I thought was my secret stash.

Yes, we have that old people love,
It seems we know each other too well.

And even though we joke and tease.
Seriously, It's been Hell!!!    LOL

Only kidding My Love!
I wouldn't change a thing,
I'm even happier today, 
than when I gave you that ring.

That's Old People Love.

True love is everlasting,
not even death can take it away.

True love will always linger,
even if another takes its place.

For in the heart and memories,
it will always hold a space.

So do not grieve forever,
a passing true love.

They carried your love
with them until the end.

So try not to guilt yourself so deeply,
When grief's grip starts to release thee.

And feelings of love begin to
find you once again.

I need no light to know
that you are smiling.
Your hands in mine,
together in the dark.

I need no light to see
the beauty in your face,
it's locked forever in
the memory of my heart.

I need no light to guide my touch,
nor taste, nor smell,
no light to guide me within
all the treasures that are you.

I need no light.

It is merely icing on the cake,
as we make love
through the night,
into the sun break.

She has eyes that can see through my soul,
and a smile that melts
the coldest ventricles of my heart.

My sweet poet waif, 
words of beauty flowing from her lips like a river.

A river of rhythm and rhyme, 
my heart pounding a beat in time
to the song that is her voice.

Stealing my breath, 
leaving me speechless with desire.

A fire to hear more,
for only in her words
do I know her.

In silence we embrace
cheek to cheek,
Face to face.

Two souls join as one, no words spoken.

Hearts beating together,
not in unison, but one then the other.

The push and pull of love,
not the tension of lovers.

The warmth of embrace,
cheek to cheek, face to face.

A moment shared,
a feeling, a believing.

Cheek to cheek, face to face,
Two souls join as one,
no words spoken.
No words needed.

Candy colored lights 
twinkle on the horizon.

Distant traffic drones along, 
shimmering rivers in the night.

Millions of souls living lives unseen.
Now drift away inside my dreams.

The Star Voyager returns to the desert.

Solitude rejuvenates my soul.

Yet every time I near serenity,
The world pulls back at me.

The obligations of life,
telling me, it's time to go.

Back to the city, 
Back to those distant lights.

Until I'm just another,
unseen soul. 
Lost and drifting, 
Into the night.

Man for Sale

Man for sale slightly bruised and battered,
but still performs fairly well
in all the things that matter. 

He's a daily driver he never fails to start,
paints a little faded, but not falling apart.

He's never been a model that will turn a lot of heads,
his selling point has always been comfort,
and reliability instead.

So hop in turn the key,
take him for a spin.

He'll get you where you need to go
and safely back again.

The price is right,
practically free,
I'll even throw in a money back guarantee.

He's a certified pre-owned classic,
they no longer make them like this.

But this is not a handshake deal,
it must be sealed with a kiss.

Touch her ****. 
Not a ***** or a squeeze.
Just a gentle caress, or pat if you please.

Hold her in your arms,
kiss her forehead.
Snuggle on the sofa watching TV,
before heading to bed.

Gaze into her eyes,
not like you've never seen them before.

But like looking in a mirror
and you know every pore,
every wrinkle, line, and freckle,
on her beautiful face.

This is the good stuff
there's no reason for haste.

And after you've made love,
Look at her and grin,
then touch her **** and whisper.

Let's do it again!

I am a poet, that means I believe in love.
I am an idiot, that means I believe in love.

Love is not an illusion, or a confusion of the heart.

Played like a brutal game of desperation,
perspiration, and art.

I Love the art,
But I hate the game,

A feeling shared by two,
Is not open to general consensus,
of what constitutes me and you.

I am in you, you are in me,
How much more sanctification do we need?

Who's ******* approval, before our love can be true?

**** their opinions!

I choose you!

So just let it be, can't you see,
I was made for you.
And you were made for me.

And that's all the approval we will ever need!

My darling Jenny
this poem's for you,
A birthday promise, you can hold me to.

No amount of years will change
my love for you.

I miss your smile,
when you're not near,
and your voice is the one I always long
to hear.

I see your blue eyes
every night in my mind,
I feel your kiss, and I hear your sighs.

I long for you each and every day.

And when you are in my arms,
I always want you to stay.

So don't dread getting older,
or fret grey hairs and lines.

You'll remain young forever,
here in my mind.

Happy Birthday Baby!

I'll always Love You!