Am I deliberately destroying myself ?

Maybe ?

Probably !

But;

Why so slowly though ?

Especially

If I am as unhappy as I feel most days ?

Watching skinny feral cats prowling for scraps.

It hurts me so...

Just about ruins my day.

Most of you will never understand that

Because;
you're not me !

I know,

being a realist that I can't save them all.

Nor people that senselessly **** each other everyday !

I have a heart that never feels whole.

Because it's always breaking.

So I think;

keep drinking that alcohol,

eventually it will **** you.

But I swear most days,

i'd like it faster......

and,

it's just then I think,

I want to live forever with Jesus !

So I cling to alcohol

and continue to **** myself slowly.



written by me... ..

A year later,
I found
your canine
hair in
the corner
of my closet.

It brought
a smile
and then
some tears.

I miss you
and your
German Shepherd
personality
Sasha.

love.

let us
look
at the
word
love.

remove
the
letter L
and
add the
letter R
after
the
letter E
and..

what
you have
is
over.

love,
backwards
is
short
for
evol-ution.

this
world
is
evol-ving
from
love
to
hate
in a
hurry.

love?

will
soon
be
extinct.



written by me... ..

to the
surface,

the
worms
ascended
after
a
tempermental
summer
afternoon's
cry.

savaged,

birds
of a
feather
ate
their
hearts.

similar...

similar to
how
humans
mimic
vultures
when
one is
vulnerable,

after
a
stormy
summer's
cry.




written by me... ..

You my love,
are an ocean
in a world
filled with
puddles.


written by me... ..

The river
shimmering
before me
like billions
of unclaimed
diamonds.
A bountiful array of birds and
their morning
serenade.
Rain drops
cascading down
luscious leaf
after leaf
forming puddles
beneath
my feet.
The grey
skies don't seem
so grey with
all of this
green picture
framing it.
A boat sails
by and
disturbs the
glass top
water's surface.
The older man
just arrived
once again
with his young
prancy pup
driving from
garbage can
to garbage can
collecting
bottles.
With the rain,
I just called
my entire crew
and told them
to enjoy a
3 day weekend.
I can't pour
concrete in the rain but,
I can sure
sit at my
favorite spot
in this life
and write
with
no worries.




written by me... ..

Rain on
Monday.
6am
will find me
at my
favorite spot
by the water.
In search
of a muse and
and
writing verse.
Rain for me,
smells like
freedom.
I live for
writing verse
by the freedom of the river
in a 6am rain.


written by me... ..