Twilight on the edge

The horizon glows
a soft

Scattered atmosphere

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

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

there can never be another you

think about that

this world can only experience you for the length of your life

your death makes you final

your worldly existence final

here on this planet with your:

family
friends
and acquaintances,

you are a finality

there is no more you and,

there will never be another you

be you,
enjoy being you,
tell those around you to enjoy you for being you because,

once you're
gone... ..
you're gone


your personality is gone
your dna is gone
and your smile is gone

finality feels so dark

the end of a good book

the final chapter leaves many
broken hearted

its author is dead

repetition
redundancy

needs to be

refreshed

reasonably,

one trick ponies
hit your stomach like refried beans

resonating only with retreads that admire reruns

their reward is redistributed defecation.

your abstraction
             is
the attraction

Years of tears will rust one's spirit,
rust one's cares.

In time;

Iron clad love will oxidize,
while rust takes over and relationships die.

Eventually;

Oxygen is stolen
along with the trust,
which is why,
"relationships rust".

When it rains,

      poetry soaks me to the bone.

    I toss the old bulky umbrella aside,

            and allow my pen and parchment to collide.

         Dripping words from my chin,

my feet dance... the puddles of emotion they're in.

   Keep your towel, your sheltering tree,

           poetic rain frees a soul ...it stimulates me.

   Oh sky of wonder, bathe my body, cleanse my soul,

               allow my words to fill some holes.

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

don't lament the bridges you choose to burn,

nor the trolls that live and perish under those bridges as it collapses upon them and suffocates the life from them!

let their skin melt from their bone and ooze into the soil

allow their eyes to absorb the hell that they have earned to die in

don't lament their blood curdling screams,
but rather,
enjoy them

they are screams from cowards

perpetrators, predators that now try holding a victim card

they are sheep once dressed as lions

but now we can all see them for what they really are as they beg for mercy from my cold stare

burn them bridges without a care and never regret,
never look back... ..

except,

except...

to fancy your handy work and spit upon the coward's corpses beneath your feet
and to,

pick up your gasoline and matches for the next bridge

I've seen a million faces
I've known the honesty or deceit that lied behind their eyes
The wolves that masquerade as sheep
A smile from a foe
Tears from a clown
The blue sky that yields rain
A storm cloud that brings a rainbow
The eagle that soars in incredible flight
The snake that lurks and slithers
Which one are you
One of the million faces
I think I know

know the difference between sleeping with someone and sleeping with someone you love

i love you
ain't no
pick up line

in a world full of monetary greed

       selfishness

               political brain washing

   death

                    lusting fantasies that will never be

      sweaty slave labor

                   delusions

broken promises

         broken backs

wolves with sheep'en faces.....

                  i create a reality

     from my life's moments and minutia

and
  
           this poet

         never forgets the poetry

             i am a poet that

shares his gentle breezes

     bringing words to life

to feel....

       and hopefully see.

poetry and poets

              are to be enjoyed

    by those whose minds are free

      not by those of narrow minds locked up without a key.

Life...

    hmmm..

where do I begin ?

      Where.... oh -

where do I end ?

           It's joy

  It's pain

              It's a blend.

     Sometimes a bully....

          life can be.

                Never back down  -

Stand up to it fully.

                Don't quench the Holy spirit

       Fan it like a flame -

           Let it burn inside you

     Never allow it forget your name.

                Life is hard when one is down

          But if given to Him -

     Your sadness can be overcome

He will lift you up from enemies ground.

        Trials ...

              Life altering -

Life changing scars upon your mind

         upon a heart that's faltering.

          Nothing is more powerful than Him

     Not you....

              Not even the enemy

With Him, so many lives everyday newly begin.

           When life has you at the brink

         Don't sin....

                  Give in -

Give in and give it to Him.

Women;

              they

      have

              always



         flocked


   to


           me

      like



    a

           flock


of


          seagulls

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving  
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing  
as a woman takes up her needles  
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the *** abandoned  
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.  
Let the wind die down. Let the shed  
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop  
in the oats, to air in the lung  
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t  
be afraid. God does not leave us  
comfortless, so let evening come.

a moment
of listening
to the crickets
in the creek

a moment
of listening
to the flocks
of seagulls
by the shore

a moment
of listening
to the rain
as it cools
a summer's
day

a moment
of listening
to the
heavy climactic
breathing
of your lover

a moment
of listening
to moments
that exist
only in
your life

listen,...
but breathe in
life's moments
that are singular
and precious
to you

future moments
may
never be

moments are
pure ecstasy

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.

If I were to be cut ?

Poetic words would my blood spill/spell out.

Focus on tomorrows ...sure

   but,

these "tonights" are going by fast.

    I want to hold onto as many tonights as I can.
      
        Like summer, my days and nights are growing shorter.

   Tomorrows never come until we have taken tonight
      and ****** it dry of
any life left...

    Life is a team game.

     So,
let's team up.

Trust me...

         I respect the torn jersey you acquired last night...

    those grass and dirt stains.

May I swing on your swings,
slide down on your slide
build castles in your sandbox
with your shovel and pail.
Is your playground for all
or just room for you,
if I had my own
included is you.
Share with me your fun,
share with me your fears
I'll share with you my life
I'll share with you my tears.

A fawn

   sprinting south away from
        a cyclist pedaling south

    A fox slyly
leaks out from the
     roadside brush
in an attempt to
       cross the road
from west to east
   but his timing is off and heads back to the brush.

       A woman in nurse's attire jogs   north quickly, to get to her bus stop for the bus I see in my rearview mirror driving north towards her.
   She makes it.

  Driving south on union road before
   the walden avenue intersection a cute
  racoon lies prone
in the middle of the road facing south....
       that little fella
didn't make it.

You cannot
be lost
on a
road that is straight.

So if you
see a friend
without a smile,
give them one
of yours.

And remember,
all people smile
in the
same language.