love them before it's over

today's today
may never
be another

tomorrow may hold words never said

live tonight like
the moon is red

The doctor
said,
"6 months
give or
take".

Spoke to me
like it was
my healing
time.

Like,
I would be
as good
as new
in 6 months.

In a way,
I guess that
he will be.

Fall,

I fell in love
with your
warm inviting
rustic hues
so very
long ago.
The smell of
burning wood
and hot
apple cider
wafting by me
from the mill
down the road.
Oh how I
long for
scary Halloween
movies with
Jason, Freddy,
Michael,
a witch and
a black cat.
Pumpkins and
spice and a
hoodie with
a hat.

Autumn,

every year
I fall for you
like leaves
that fall from
their trees.
The October air
that is fresh
and crisp
with each
Autumnal breeze.

If I could
marry a season?
For you
Autumn,
I would fall
to one
bended knee.

I miss your
romantic aura
that unlocks
my passion's
passion with
only your key.

During your
season... ..

I have never
seen anything
quite more
remarkable or
beautiful than one
of your trees.

Fall,

you
captivate... ..

you
mesmerize me.

The rain,
the sound of it as it cascades off of the window panes,
the metal tingy sound as it meets the gutters.

The grey skies,
the gloomy feel,
the frowns that could be smiles,
if,
if you take a moment to count the shades of grey in the sky.

A smile formed from one that is deaf... ..

if,
if they could only hear what you hear,
the sound of a car swooshing by in the rain.

The melodic sound of a windshield wiper
as it sways to and fro.

The sound of thunder that even scares the unimpaired.

There is serenity and peace to be found in the rain.

While others complain about it,
find misery in it.

I listen and find things most overlook,
take for granted.

An unforgettable intimate kiss in the rain---

I like to walk in tall wet grass,
barefoot while it rains,
damp heavy sticky clothes...

--- I smile
and stare up at the grey sky.

... ..

Then there was blue-----

My pain cannot be measured, there is no ceiling,
nor can it be eased with any artificial form of healing.

I have pieces I am trying to put back together,
some that just won't fit , some fragments are as fine as a feather.

Moments of staring off into the never,
I thirst for the time when we can be back together.

Your tear soaked photos I hold them to my chest,
the sun doesn't play anymore for me, neither east nor to the west.

I reach for a smile every once in a while,
just to feel normal, just to keep myself from total exile.

The rays of
moonlight
through the
curtains,
highlighted
her body
that was prone
on my bed
in all of
my
'push button'
places.


Like;
Duran Duran
I was suddenly,
"Hungry like
the wolf".

And also like;
Duran Duran
what came next
was my
"Reflex'.

I mean... ..

After all;
like
Duran Duran
there was
going to be a
"New moon
on Monday".

We once
were
kicked out
of a bar
because
the folks
around us
couldn't
stand the heat.

And
The Mist
was a
blue blur.

Eyes.

Eyes,
they can
tell us oh
so much if
we dare to
peer deeply
enough.

More than
a
"window to
the soul"
but rather
the meeting
place for
everything
about you
in the universe
to go... ..

and to
grow

into an
unforgettable write
by
Edgar Allen Poe

and a place
where,

me, alas... ..
is filled with
very little
woe.

Behind those
eyes are where
life lives
and where
life dies.

Stare if
you must
because,

behind
my eyes is
an enchantment
of
paradise's
skies.

The birdbath
in the
parking lot
is a
watering hole
for the fowl
and the
homeless
foul smelling
to bathe.

I pray
for rain
soon.

Maybe,

maybe
when my
heart beats,

it beats
because
of you?

Morning stars together sing
as jays of blue
take flight on wing.

The breeze is limp
as oaks stand still.

The greying sky with rain now fills.

A rainbow falls
upon the ground.

A colorful thud without a sound.

As nightfall crawls across the moon.

I stir my coffee
with spoon in June.

Be proud of your roots.
Let them grow,
unruly,
wide and deep
where you are.

Be a shelter
for weary souls.
We all need to rest
from time to time.

A shade for travelers;
living can be hard.

Storms will come,
undeniably,
but stand firm.

They will make you stronger.

Just hold on.

We really only need
Sunlight,
Water
and Mother Earth.

The rest isn't needed
for you to truly grow.

And when you die,
die gracefully,
just as you lived,
with your heart open and with
outstretched limbs.

And
maybe... ..

most importantly,
remember...

like a tree,
you are beautiful in every season of your life.

Brown and dried up Autumn leaves

Slowly fracture into pieces

Carried away by the winds of today -

into another day's tomorrow.

Up against the decrepit curb

Perilously close to the gutter.

Winds have calmed to just a breeze

With winter snow's they wait to freeze.

I wouldn't mind if it lasted all night,

cause layin next to you it just feels so right.

As the number of street lights continue to grow,

hey...
where this ends up ain't nobody knows.

I go and grab my keys ...start my truck the next mornin',

out them front doors here you come a runnin'.

I guess last night meant more than just nothin',

I guess last night we must a had a little somethin'.

Tomorrow;

tomorrow
I will write
a poem about
procrastination

i awoke

     as always,

        poetically.

     words on my mind-

on my lips.

  nary a sheep ever counted.
  
         just words in cartoon balloons-

         from my mind,

from my lips,

      to paper they go

even before
            
             my first coffee sips.

    i'm a writer.

my subconscious mind even

   plays along-

even in deep sleep,

     there are no sheep-

just pulling words from

   cartoon balloons,

       i write .....

    Poetry....

         Prose....

                    Songs.

even in the shadows of my

   dreams -

       when I've put the world

to bed ....

            i still write...

        after i've turned off

all of this world's

lights....

   i have a quill

in my head....

        that always

has ink in...

    abundant supply.

i sit
    and i
pray,

that-

       there is
a place
    away.

away from the
        chaos in this world,

somewhere-

      where my children,
     my grandchildren can
laugh
             and play
with no tears,

this is what-
        this daddy,
                 grandfather
cries.

           just to see
all of
     your smiles.....
         is all
             i ever need.

   someplace in the distance,
     where the wind  
goes  
          and knows.

  someplace where all of you,

    all of
your happiness
            and
         smiles grow.

    lives replanted
  as a seed once again,
        to bloom and
          sway beautifully
in the wind....

        once more.

Pure love
is the
simplest form
of love
which carries
no weight
no burden
no agenda
no judgement
and no
expectations
but to
love.

When love
is weightless,
natural and
void of
anxiety?

That is a
pure love.

That kind
of love is as
sweet as
pure cane
sugar.

A love that
you may
only find in
a dog and a
handful of
human beings
but,
a love that is
always present
with Jesus.

Raymond's in his Sunday best
He's usually up to his chest in oil and grease
There's the Martins walking in
With that mean little freckle-faced kid
Who broke a window last week
Sweet miss Betty likes to sing off key
In the pew behind me

That's what I love about Sunday
Sing along as the choir sways
Every verse of amazing grace
And then we shake the preacher's hand
Go home into your blue jeans
Have some chicken and some baked beans
Pick a backyard football team
Not do much of anything
That's what I love about Sunday

I stroll to the end of the drive
Pick up the Sunday times, grab a coffee cup
Looks like Sally and Rob finally tied the knot
Well, it's about time
It's thirty-five cents off a ground round
Baby, cut that coupon out

That's what I love about Sunday
Cat-nappin' on a porch swing
You curled up next to me
The smell of jasmine wakes us up
Take a walk down a back road
Tackle box and a cane pole
Carve our names in that white oak
Steal a kiss as the sun fades
That's what I love about Sunday

New believers getting baptized
Mama's hands raised up high
Havin' a hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face
That's what I love about Sunday
That's what I love about Sunday

every
shiny
new thing

eventually
ages,
rusts,
gets
old and
turns to
dust.

nothing
or
no one
is immune.

enjoy
the
shine
in your
life
before
you're
dead and
cold.

love
on
that
rose
before
it loses
its
bloom.

ahhh,

-the rain.

often,

just in
time
to wash
away the
pain.

to
hide
my tears...

or try
to,

in vain.

the rain,

it feels
mystically
powerful
to me.

cleansing,

refreshing,

a downpouring
of a
new free.

after
a
delightful
summer's rain...

the more
clear,

my eyes
and
my soul
can see.

leafless trees
are like
unpoetic
souls,

dead.

Sometimes miracles take time

In the meanwhile,

just enjoy the sky.

Eventually,

time flies.

What we lack and sorely need,
for want of which we bleed and bleed.
Is men of more Godly breed,
honest men in highest places... ..
men with single aims and faces.
Men whose nobler thought outpaces
thought of self,
or power,
or pelf.
Men whose axes need no grinding,
men who are not always minding
first their own concerns and blinding,
their souls' eyes to larger things... ..
Men of wide and Godly vision,
men of quick and wise decision,
men who shrink not at derision... ..

Men whose souls have wings.

Life is
just so hard
at times... ..
so hard.

We are most often the broken that try and fix the less broken.

   We don't leave much unknown, unspoken.

Cause' there's...

       Not enough time in the day for sulking.

When we see your pain,
     we try to ease it with our sometimes clumsy joking.

.... We are the broken that mingle with the unbroken.

      We are inside, the forever tormented broken.

On the menu,
open eyes , a smile,
the morning rod has risen,
the sun it rises too.

Sweat filled sheets,
the prior evenings music,
the scent of which I crave,
created by our body heat.

Dinner was gourmet as breakfast now awaits,
dessert had a sweetness never tasted,
my breakfast palette lies yearning,
it yearns my bodies fate.

Look beyond the midnight skies
well past where the dim light dies
What you might find in the dark
is a brand new way to realize

Look beyond what your eyes see
to where your thoughts try to flee
What you might find in your mind
is a brand new way to be free

You ain't got a dress that I don't like

You ain't got a pair of jeans that don't fit you just right

There's not a minute in the day

That you don't knock me out, you don't ******* away

But, girl, now that the sun's gone down
(whoa-oh-oh)

Looking at you right here and now, baby!


Somethin' about that southern sky
Sitting back behind that moon
It goes perfect with your eyes
Girl, tonight looks good on you
It's something about the way you're smiling
Making the stars fall right on queue
I just gotta tell you, baby
Tonight looks good on you... ..


I can taste the midnight on your lips

Makes me just wanna lean in for another kiss

Wind blowing your hair around

Girl, it makes me want to lay you down

You've been beautiful a million times

But I've never seen you look like this, no

I can tell by the look in your eyes
that you've been hurtin

You know I'll never let you down oh, no

And I'll try anything to keep it workin

You gave me time to find out
what my heart was lookin for

And what I'm feelin inside... ..

In your eyes

I want to see your love again,
in your eyes

I never want this feeling to end

It took some time to find the light

But now I realize... ..

I can see the heaven in your eyes

The cosmic feeling that overwhelms you when you find a soul like in this video that simply....makes you smile when you breathe them in.

Rain is fun.

My poetic longing is fun.

My poetic muse search is stimulating.

life is poetic!

poems are everywhere and,

a poem I am.

a poem you are.

poetry is my fuel.

fuel to burn my
poetic fire and desires.

islands of fantasy where
the ocean top shimmers like flawless diamonds and
my soulmate breaks its surface.

summertime
puddles are deeper than
most.

the swooshing from the traffic
along the rain soaked roadway behind me lets me know that I am alive.

and while I am alive... ..
a poem I am.

one day
you may be the paper/muse that i insert my ink
in to... ..

in the rain,
at isleview
park,
along
the river
i sit.

a muse is what
i seek.
a muse is what
i seek.

sometimes... ..

muses are like
hide and seek.

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... ..

Body cooling rains bathed me, under the charcoal canopy -

   From my chin the storm drips, like leaves that fall from a tree -

   In puddles I leap, as if I once again were three -

   Winds whispering in my ear, "like me, you are free" -

   Come with me ...

    Come with me ...

     This storm too, will crawl towards the turbulent sea -

     They all seem to lose their power eventually -

     Nevermind the umbrella, nevermind the wet feet -

   Allow the summer rains to bathe you, continuously.



      written  by  me... ..

I see many portraits in my visions.
Portraits of black sheep in division.
Portraits of eyes so deep,
a portrait for ones soul to keep.
Portraits of two hearts collided,
a portrait of a life divided.
Portraits of wise men citing verse,
a portrait of sage ending in curse.
Portraits of shadows with knives,
a portrait of the horned ones as they connive.
Portraits of footprints imprinted in the sand,
a portrait of those footprints washed free of this land.
Portraits of life and blackness of dieing,
a portrait of some innocence, then crying.
Portraits of smiles not to be trusted,
a portrait of a chain all weathered and rusted.
I have many portraits my collection has grew,
a portrait of my life and a visionary portrait of you.

Iron
sharpens
iron

One
man
sharpens
another


written by me... ..

Do not
conform
to the
pattern
of the
world

Anchor
yourself
to
your
own
wave

Or drown
with
the
sharks


written by me... ..

Birds of
ill feather
flock
together

They mistake
numbers
as strength

2 birds
have been killed
with 1 stone

Typical
oxymoron

Strength is
weakness
when facing
a lone
steadfast foe
in David

David
slays giants



written by me... ..

My hands

My shoulders

My elbows

My back

My knees

My feet

My legs... ..

None of these
work the way
that they
once did
36 years ago,
before I left
the world of
Advertising and
Sales Promotion
as a youth and
began doing
concrete

As the proud
Dad of
6 adult children,
I don't regret
any of
the aches,
the pains,
the swelling,
and
body parts
that just don't
work sometimes
the way that
they were
meant to

I am a Dad

I am a provider

Providing a
decent life
for my family
on one
paycheck with
help from
no one

I take and
took being
A Dad
very seriously

Sure, my body hurts
because of
my tenacity and my passion
to earn everything
that has ever
come my way
but,

it was all
worth it
and I would
do it all over again

Now,

now I have
been blessed with
taking being a
'Papa'/Grandpa
seriously
× 3

Until my body
shuts me down
and I can
continue to
conquer the pain,

I will continue
to provide as
only a Dad and Papa can



written by me... ..

Devastated
years ago

You left me... ..
unintentionally

My voice
of forever
reason

The sanity
in all of
this world's
insanity

My bedrock
foundation
in a land
full of
quicksand

My hydration
when my
lips were
parched and
my throat
was dry

My very
best friend
that I could
talk about
anything with

You had
all of the
answers like
a Jeopardy
champion

Now... ..
I labor to
find all of
the answers
myself
because
I trust no one
else and... ..

there is no
replacing you
Dad

Many say
how much
that I look
like you and
sound like you
but,

I can't be you
because,
there is only
one you

David misses
you... ..

Ciao ciao for now
until our
saddened eyes
do meet again,
until we both
regain our
infectious
smiles... ..

I
Will
Endure




written by me... ..

The
strawberry
moon
reminded me
of your
essence,
your hair.

Dipped
into the
chocolate
night sky
where
love
at one time,
dared.

Bright red
sweetness
with a
juicier texture
after
midnight.

The wolves?

For you,  
they just
found
themselves
a fight
in the
strawberry
moonlight.



written by me... ..

Father's day

Yea well,
mine
is not
here

Just
anger
and fear

Engulfing
my own
children

A Father's Day
even they
can not
mend... ..

nor,
do we
pretend

Since his
death,
celebrations
I do not
do well

Celebrations
don't
come easy
when
dwelling in
life's
prison cell

I feel
for my
6 adult
children,
but they
understand

My Dad
was
my hero
and
without him,
I am not
the same
man



written by me... ..

Rich in
His mercy
that He
has
abundantly
givin'

Scars... ..?

Scars are
simply
a part
of
livin'

Your life
may be
a
broken
glass

You may
be
wounded
but can be
mended
fast

He's not
done
with
you yet

He doesn't
have you
walking
into
today's
sunset

You may
stumble in
today's
regret

But... ..

don't
let it
steal
tomorrow's
breath




written by me... ..