I had a friend once...

It could be argued that she was my best.
The way she dropped all and everything for me,
oh....and that pouty look...
so much more genuine than the rest.

A connection and a bond that came so naturally.
The more we hung out,
friends forever, destined were her and me.

We would marvel at lightning shows or just people passing by.
Our fun was never manufactured,
it was something the word hard never had to try.

Never any pressure, just enjoyment of the fun that we had.
Regrets were zero, we weren't just a fad...
I wish we had more time ....
and for lack of,  I am certainly mad!

But....I had a friend once...yes back in the day...
She can not be replaced....

I was the horse....
and she was my hay...




written by me... ..

Skin and bone is all I am,
if I should happen to disappoint,
just remember, I am doing the best I can.

If I should hurt or bring you pain,
I've done my best to give you me,
I can't stop or prevent the rain.

I'm just that guy,
that guy who loves you for being you,
the man who will always be nothing but true.




written by me... ..

I gaze upon the many,
the many that wear a frigid stare,
eyes that appear so cold and lifeless,
the brain behind them that doesn't care.

Emotionless movement, just going through the motion,
perched on a porch, ain't nothing constructive,
blackened hearts and angry vibes,
the look of a criminal and all that will be destructive.

I feel so unsafe as I lock every door,
aware in Kansas, anymore I am not,
I pray for their souls in hopes they see light,
how they were loved in their life, and hadn't forgot.




written by me... ..

I torture myself
everyday with my mind...
with my thoughts.

Unsure what
to make of what I do
and,
why I feel like
I need to do this
to myself.

But -

I drive home from work,
and I think.....
I just know that -
as I breathe ....
some person,
some animal,
some wonder of God's creation is...
breathing their
last breath.

Somewhere,
someone....
some animal is
being tortured
for no good reason.

The fight for life
at the very moment
I think these thoughts in my mind is taking place.

A last stand -
a barbaric brutal
fight too breathe....

I can't apologize
to my mind
for these thoughts  because...

these thoughts are what make me....me .

Sometimes
I just...

I just wish -
my thoughts would
stop and -
let my mind...
be free.



written by me... ..

He said, summer time is when.
When he would change his way.
Not serious enough at that moment.
Perhaps.
Lip service to those willing to listen.
A game he often in his life has played with himself.
It's not born of lies, but rather procrastination.
He said, those pictures i've been wanting to organize.
He said, that poem i've been wanting to write.
Announcing to himself loudly, come summer time.
Midway through spring,
the cold winter still thawing,
his own bones still frozen.
He notices his health deteriorating, slowly.
A cough that lingers, shortness of breath.
Energy reserves on fumes, he unknowingly but truly knowingly falls gravely ill.
He says once again to himself.
Summer time I will see my doctor.
He says, summer time I will organize those photos.
He says, summer time I will write that poem.
Summer time never comes for him.


written by me... ..

I left behind,
petals of her
favorite rose.

In exquisite variations of
color.

She sees them.

Her face now,
flushed in
hue of rose.

written by me... ..

How's about
once a week,
one writer chooses
A word.

One word
for every
writer here
to expound
upon and
express themselves
over?

Perhaps on a weekend when possibly everyone has a bit more time to write?

Just a thought that
I think,
would be fun?

Feedback appreciated.