On the wet sidewalk worms are aplenty.
A bird's eye ogles the wiggling squirmers.
Cars swooshing by on the Boulevard.
The powder colored sky gently weeps.
Roads that look freshly painted.
Tree bark that appears to have been glazed.
It's a rainy Saturday morning.
A great time for a walk.

You taught me that a bird
must leave the nest and fly.

That in time,
I would leave
and soar towards the sky.

It was your love and guidance
that reinforced my wings.

You lifted me before,
I soared
towards life's most precious things.

As the grey,
envelops the sky.

I reminisce of rain
and the sadness of why.

Why life couldn't be as endless as the sky.

Why life, like grey skies seem to just whistle on by.

Through my bedroom window,  

the web of barren tree limbs that yawn against the grey sky paint a portrait.

It paints a black and white portrait of strength and loneliness,

that only we poets can see.

If I were to be cut ?

Poetic words would my blood spill/spell out.

I'm just a poet of circumstance.

I'm simply a poet of happenstance.

Years of sharing myself with only me.

Years of just wanting to at long last be free.

I may not be the poet that you asked for.

But I may be the poet that you now need at everyday's door.

Love;

It may not be there-

Tomorrow
Tonight
A few monents from now.

Seize it.
Seize love.

Carpe Amor.

When the sunset flirts with the horizon,
the stars will soon flirt with our eyes.
Our ebon surroundings arouse a gentle calm.
Moonlight reflecting off of the shoreline.
Tightly wrapped in one anothers gaze and arms.
We are blankets with emotions as the night draws deepest.
We are in love with a stanza of time.
The waves come in and we allow them to take us out to the deepest of sea.

Twilight on the edge

The horizon glows
a soft

Scattered atmosphere

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.

When I look up towards the stars, I may see something much different than you.
I see everlasting serenity.
A place void of anxiousness.
A place void of fear.
A place of long last ease and rest.
A tranquil active creek with subtle sounds of water flowing.
A place where the lions and the sheep play.
I see Heaven and a place for all beautiful hearts to forever stay.

The lights flickered and then all went midnight.
That's when we lose our names, 'out of sight'.
He, she, they, him, her.
In the daylight.
In the darkness.
In the Winter.
In the Summer.
I want to have a name that falls from your lips.
I may one day lose life's grip.
You may not be with me on this trip.
But please remember my name.
He, they, him is simply not the same.

Death was diagnosed.
So he wrote
about it in
his
poetry and
prose.

Weeks
months
years.
Not even alone
is he able
to yield tears.

When the
sun
shines he
feels like
forever
and a day.
While,
death may
lurk
in literal
moments,
in the
heavy clouds
of grey.

His fight
has
gotten up
and left
him.
Reality
shanks him
like a
reaper,
so spry
so grim.

A day
a week
a month
a year.
He's a man
that doesn't
know,
nor even care.

Tomorrow
is the today
that bled
from yesterday.
And,
yesterday
is gone with
tomorrow
lingering
on the lips
of today.

If death
lingers upon
my lips
tomorrow
as I write
this piece
today?
I've lived
a life
for sure
but tomorrow
will always
be my
yesterday.



written by me... ..

When all the hair was long and big.
The girls and the boys.
When Aqua net filled the air night and day and boom boxes were carried around to crank our favorite tunes.

When Europe introduced the Final Countdown.
A mantra for many a relationship.

When Tommy Tutone had everyone,
everyone dialing 867-5309.
And still dialing 867-5309 when they hear the song again.

When Loverboy had everyone "Working for the weekend."

When Rick Springfield had us all talking about "Jessie's girl" but also reminded us to never "Talk to strangers".

A time when Led Zeppelin had us "Dazed and confused" while on a "Stairway to heaven".

When Guns'n'Roses "Welcomed everyone to the jungle" like it was a "Paradise city".

A time when Twisted Sister asked, "What do you wanna do with your life" ? And we all said - "I wanna rock" !

Remember the time when "Mommy was just jealous of the Beastie boys".

Or-

When Van Halen "Erupted" because they were "Hot for teacher" and had us all "Dancing in the streets".

A time when Devo wanted you to "Whip it" good.

When Thomas Dolby "Blinded all with science".

A time when Michael Jackson wanted you to "Beat it" after watching "Thriller" with "Billie Jean".

When Billy Idol had a "White wedding" while he "Rebel yelled" at someone that had "Eyes without a face".

When Great White wanted you to "Save all your love" after they "Rock'ed me".

A time when Golden earring wanted help from "Stepping into the twilight zone".

When Ozzy Osbourne had us on a "Crazy train" with "Mr Crowley" while we were going "Over the Mountain" and "Barking at the moon".

When the Scorpions "Rocked you like a hurricane" and were "Still loving you" after.

When I needed Cinderella to "Save me" and "Shake me" because you "Don't know what ya got till it's gone".

A time when Journey allowed you to have it "Any way you want it" - "Faithfully" when you went your "Seperate ways"

Or-

When Whitesnake asked you, "Is this love" and then  "Took you down slow n easy" in the "Still of the night".

Or when Quiet Riot wanted you to "Bang your head" and to "*** on and feel the noise".

A time when the Talking heads were "Burning down the house".

Ratt was "Laying it down"
after going "Round and round" and they always brought you "Back for more"!

When the Dire Staits wanted "Money for nothing and their chicks for free".

A time when Chris de Burgh " Did not want you to pay the Ferryman".

When Def Leppard was taking a "Photograph" while "Rocking for the ages" and they weren't "Foolin" around.

A time when Bon Jovi wanted you "Dead or alive" even after "Giving love a bad name" because you were a "Runaway" and you both "Lived on prayer" as you were lain down on "A bed of roses".

Or-

When Pat Benetar wanted you to "Hit her with your best shot" while saying "You better run".

A time when Tears for Fears wanted everyone to "Shout" about "Everybody wanting to rule the world."

When Motley Crue thought that she had the "Looks that ****" but were "Too young to fall in love".

When Robert Palmer was "Addicted to love" .

When Prince wanted to "Let's go crazy" and party like it was "1999" in the "Purple rain" but only "When the doves cry"

A time when David Bowie wanted you to put on your red shoes to "Lets dance" and talk about "Modern love".

I remember when Phil Collins only wanted "One more night" because something was "In the air tonight" and "Against all odds" he made it happen.

When George Michael spoke of a "Careless Whisper" and Spandau Ballet wanted to know if it was "True".

Or-

When Hall and Oates was so "Out of touch" that they couldn't "Go for that" especially around "Private eyes".

A time when Duran Duran's "Reflex" was to "Save a prayer" and remain "Hungry like the wolf".

Was a time when Lisa Lisa "Wondered if she could take you home" ?

When Shannon wanted you to "Give her tonight".

A time when Madonna was "Into the groove" when she was "Like a ******".

When we as an era quite possibly had the best music ever, which reminds me of a big hit back then by Aha- "Take on me".

A time I wish like Eddie Money once sang about., "I wanna go back" to.
"Two tickets to Paradise please".

I always
stop and
look at
the sky
to admire,
and to
compare
its empyreal
beauty
to you.

Time.
Time has taken away so many things in this life but what is its greatest theft?

It has already stolen away the inhales and the exhales that I have left.

It has taken away the lives of some that I wasn't ready  to lose.

It has stolen away my childhood and certainly the days of my youth.

It has taken away my peace and quiet and left me with chaos inside my head.

It has stolen away the words I wake up sweating and mumbling in my bed.

I won't allow it to take my freedom because when I am free that's when I am really me.

And when I am really me is when my heart, my spirt and my soul smile so beamingly.

I like when I feel a smile on my lips instead of my usual frown.

Time is what we make of it for ourselves, and before the sands of time have all run down...

I won't let time to steal away, my alone time that I crave and have rightly earned.

In my truck all by myself just looking around through eyes of so much learned.

Time,

if you take me away,
you take my breath and steal from me the alone time that I seek?

As I fade away,
my tears will be plenty that stream unrelenting down my cheeks.

I look up at the tall magnificent tree that stands before me.

Some limbs freshly cut.
Smooth is its yellowish tan interior.

Standing there in that moment, in the icy cold of winter's grasp.

Staring at that fresh cut limb with my German Shepherd, Sabre in tow.

I went back in my mind, into my memories.

I wasn't standing in the icy air of winter any longer.

But rather, staring at that fresh cut limb, it brought me back to the smell of burning wood and a bonfire during an already late July's sultry summer's night.

If not for memories like these?

I may have felt the cold of the February air but, I didn't.

Instead, my memory, my imagination brought me back to an aroma of barbecue, burning wood and friends and family.

With memories.
I can take myself any place and any where at any time.

It's just then that I think.....what a magnificent gift our mind and our memories are when utilized the way that God intended.

We awakened
amongst the candlelight and the
essence of birch wood crackling in the fireplace.

Your eyes all aglow with passion's fire
and a body,
a body in need of being extinguished.

Naked,
we created a fire all of our own that an arsonist would envy.

Good morning my love.
I hope you don't mind but,
the fire continues to burn.

Xxxp xxr xxr
Xxxe xxxxxxxxxxxxss
eventually die
Xxt xxxxxd xp xn x xxxxxxg

"Red"

Red.
Red can be fire.
Red can be rage.
Red can be love and desire.
Red can be forever imprisoned in a cage.
Red is not the color of love.
Red is the color of spilled blood.
Red is no cherub flying around with an arrow.
Red is the screams of tomorrow's echoes.

This day,
This day will perish too

But hopefully,
hopefully today
you grew

Water me,
water me
I'm a seed
in the sun

Tomorrow
is evidence that
my growing
will never
be done

So, when I thought about her, I knew that I shouldn't be

She was a river of undertows that once held, would never let go

She would be my Queen of everything, my Queen bee

So you see, I can't help but think of her as my longing for her grows

I wish that she would wash over my body like a tidal wave along the shore

Feeling her all over me....something that I could never possibly ignore

She's as unique as the ice that flows down this mighty river

Right now she's a mystery, my fantasy giver

As the sun shines upon her, she glistens like flawless diamonds

She's a breath taker, the likes of which I can never pretend

Take...selfishly steal me away just for you on a perfect sunny and 75° day

Stare in the face of all that oppose and whisper to me....."nope, you're all mine today" !

One day I'll be her honeybee, so sticky and so sweet

Once she's had this drone, she'll be buzzing "in this heat let's please repeat"

Everyone is out here just trying to live their life

The ups the downs and how at times life cuts like a knife

The homeless are forgotten while the wealthy are cheered

Left to die in a bus shelter, alone with their frozen tears

I feel genuine sorrow and pain for the way that man felt he deserved to die

I can't ever imagine what he said in his last words as he shivered and looked up towards the sky

All that I know is when I first heard this story, I broke down and cried

But now he is wrapped in Heaven's warmth and by Jesus has been glorified

The pain of his earthly body and mind is forever no more

For now...
now he sleeps in a place with no more doors or frigid floors

Sleep warm tonight my friend

No more frozen tears for you tend

My emotions are as deep as the deepest ocean

My passion is as untamed and wild as the wind

I am a broken poet that loves a good storm

That enjoys walks in the rain on sultry summer days

That enjoys shoveling snow at 2am just to stop and listen to the peaceful calm

That loves putting my emotions and passion into words as poets often do

I am a broken poet but I think that most poets are

That's why they become 'poets'

To gather their brokeness and put themselves together with words

I try everyday to put myself back together

But I know now, that I am broken for life

A deeply passionate, broken poet for life

Poets are simple people, loving simple things

We are roses that bloom only to die

We are life and we are death

We are keepers of the keys to many a fantasy

Remember us poets

Remember us as you gather the broken glass

That's all that we ask

It was dark

But,
she didn't ask me
to plug the light in

Rather,
she asked me to
plug myself into her

We lit that room
up with fire

She wanted the world

So I gave her, me

I turned
my life's page
as my
eyes blinked

The next
was clean
of ink

No names

No boundaries

No schedules

It was
exhilarating
to see

A clean page
just for me

A fantasy
full of free

Meet me
under the
Aruban
divi divi tree

I want to,
explore....

every line
every curve
every inch
of your
womanly surface

The way,

a car
explores
this world's
road surfaces

And then,

finally
drive myself
into you,

and drive
you home
to my place

My love, I adore when your jeweled eyes
captivate every fiber of my being

When your perfect lips whisper words that only I can hear from miles away

When your slightest touch brings me to volcanic eruptions with lava overflowing

My love, you are a steady stream of sweaty summer nights that I hoped would never end

You are ...my love

You are my sunrise
You are my sunset

You are the sparkle that lives inside my eyes

She's the first drop of rain on my tongue in the desert

She's the shade tree that spares me from the open skied sunbursts

She's the log on the fire that crackles and glows brightly

She's that drink you desire by the fire you need nightly

She's the sugar in my coffee that sweetens my morning

She's the fantasy in my dreams that makes me so *****

She's the desire that somehow showed up without warning