my body,
my mind,
they are
a palette of
deep tumultuous pain and twisted
wicked pleasure.

a poetic sea
of spontaneity
with
climactic
beginnings and
endings that
women with me;

will measure.

measure you,

and see if your
words are merely
words or if
you too can become a ****** poem in need of
censure.

a poem i am,

that stands tall
through the mist
along side women that ache to be
caressed and
seduced inside
the mist and into a blur.

a poem i am... ..

albeit abstract but,
gets your juices
to stir as you
read
'this poem'
for perhaps... ..

which there may never
be a cure.

once read;

reality steps in
and selfish passion needs to
endure.

with our bodies;

we have written
poems on summer nights in ***
filled sheets and
bottom lips that
drip with sweat.

a poem i am,

that has never failed to make any
woman wet.

fifty two years and none of the five will i
ever regret!

let's write another
poem in tomorrow's
sunset.

a poem i am;

a poem that you,

unlikely... ..

have
ever read or met.

Well - maybe I am not what you expected and or wanted

     Or -

        Maybe I am not the flower that you planted

            Life has a way of creating distortion, background noise

   I am me by choice - yes, that is me with the unsure, yet unwavering voice

      Thirty six years of concrete - sure they've made me tough and stoic

          Doesn't mean when you hurt me - my heart doesn't bleed historic

   I've done the best job that I know - though for some, I have apparently fallen short

        Feeling like a frog's relief, on your skin an unwanted wart

Alas I have been made to understand, I guess that..

     I'm the string that's all frayed

    I'm the blue sky that's greyed

    I'm the abortion okay'd

     I'm the gamble that never paid

          I'm a US Marine - Iraq Mosul midnight raid

   But -

I'm the one that's never betrayed

        The one that turns night into day

            But alas.....I still love you anyway !

Everyone,
everyone has an arsenal of words.

Words aren't impressive,

what impresses me are the totality of the words,

not their redundancy
and the same old ******

She may have been the diamond in the rough

but,

she was the diamond that cost me everything.

Itinerary.....


In my sights?

An exhale of luminescent moonlight tonight.

Hope that y'all let it scratch ya in places ohhh so right.

Dream a little dream with her under a Galaxy of delight.

This day is bitter sweet.
     It's a reminder of when you passed, my heart kept skipping beats.

     My heart was full of sadness and incredibly weak.
     Like my eyes, my heart felt as if it continued to leak.

     My empty heart I struggled to fill through storms and rain.
     But I finally found Jesus, to ease my once unbearable pain.

     Bitter sweet like a grey sky that turns blue.
      Just know, I may go on with my life but.... I will never stop missing you.

Ah, nevermind

I'll procrastinate tomorrow


written by me... ..