A bear is chasing me through a meadow
and I’m running as fast as I can but....
he’s gaining on me—it seems
he’s always gaining on me.
I’m running and running but also
thinking I should just
turn around and say,
“Stop it! Stop chasing me. We both
know you aren’t going to catch me.
All you can ever do is chase me.
So,
think about it—why bother?”

The bear does stop,
and he sits on his haunches and thinks,
or seems to think.
And then
the bear says to me,
“I have to chase you, you know that.
Or you should.
And....
sure,
we both know I’ll never catch you.
So, why not give us both a break and
just stop thinking about me?”

But, with that said, he gets back on four feet,
sticks his long pink tongue out, licks down
both sides of his snout.
Then he sighs, looks
behind himself, then at me and says.....
“Okay,
ready when you are.”

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

let's fall off
the edge of the page,
sail beyond the horizon,
leap from the end of the ledge,
sink into the ocean,
then sink deepest...
beyond.

let's slip away
from the rim of the cup,
slide along the edges of ice,
tumble into blades of grass,
roll with the flowers,
soar beyond the reach of the sky.

let's find parts of ourselves,
nobody sees, hears or thinks,
burrow deeper into a new skin,
move away from what has been,
crawl into a place, so far away,
the past will never come around.

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... ..

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... ..

Blackened hearts pump nothing but venom.

Genuine hearts pump nothing but antidotes.




written by me... ..

her tongue
so craved his bitterness

thirsty for his
passion filled thrusting hips

her hair
pulled to the side
as her indulgence begins

infidelity's sin has him lusting for her absurdly hard nips

all hell breaks loose... ..

once he
slides in

I try
to
give a
piece
of me

When I
share
with
you all
my poetry

One day
while standing outside
a
funeral home

Smoking cigarettes
and
as icy
as
Alaska, Nome.

You'll recall
a scribble
of mine
that
reached you

And...

Everyday
after -
looking for
DMF Sr's
scribble
for the day,
eh...one
or two.

But
my page
will be
hushed,
the activity
on it
now dead

At least
enjoy
my book
while
cozied up
in
your bed.

Just know
and
remember -

My pen
will never
dry

Even when
I'm writing
my poetry
from
up high
in the sky.



written by me... ..

Sometimes miracles take time

In the meanwhile,

just enjoy the sky.

Eventually,

time flies.

Both of us felt it: That day was an island,
strewn with rocks and lighthouses and lovers,
in the generous ocean.
On the mainland,
people went about their business, eating
the Times, glancing through coffee and oatmeal,
as we walked the gangway into an original dream
of attentiveness.
As if a day’s pleasure
could concentrate us as much as suffering,
as if the seawall were a banquet without
surfeit, as if we could walk hand in hand
with no one nearby, as if silence and blue
wind became an Atlantic cove to float in,
and the air centered itself in small purple
butterflies flitting among the **** flowers.
In the darkening city we returned to,
our privacy completed the cafés of strangers.

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

People,
always seem
to leave
too soon.

While;

Feelings,
and emotions
remain
too long.


written by me... ..

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.

that wax candle's scent

reminds me of my childhood

my childhood birthdays

You're the butter on my toast,
the jam that tops it off.
The one that's hanging on my arm,
the one that's in my heart the most.

You're the feather in my cap,
the sugar in my coffee.
You're the sweet that's in my sweet iced tea,
you're the only girl that fits my lap.

Chorus:
You're the good that's in my good morning,
you're the Yee that's in my Yee Haw.
You're the honey dripping from my lips,
you're the lover of my life, the one that came without warning.



written by me... ..

We did not know that morning,
that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

You left us cherished memories,
your love is still our guide.
And though we can not see you,
you are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

She said with her mouth;
"allow me to
sip you like
a fine aged wine".
While her eyes were
guzzling me down
like a frat party's
funnel.



written by me... ..

Dream it.
Build it.
Paint it.
Scar it.
Regret it.
Burn it.
Look the other way.
Refocus.
Repeat.
Life, happens.



written by me... ..

My willing absorption
for
every emotion whether
high or low
in
their moments,
is what constitutes
my
poetic
romance.



written by me... ..

She longed
to
make love
in the
greenest of grass
on the
'summer'ist'
of
summer's days.
So I
gently
laid her down
and she exclaims;

"Please;
Please with me
have
your way"

Love,
she made;
until her thighs
showed
a hue
of grey....


written by me... ..

I drink alcohol
to forget the world.
I forget the
world because
of alcohol.
My best friend
is a full
bottle.
An empty
bottle is
frightening.
I abuse because
I was abused.
I drink alcohol
to forget
the abuse
and to forget
the pain
in this world.
Hey,
at least
I'm a
professional.
But,
not a
proud one.
But hey,
I'll drink
to that.

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... ..

Oh sky of grey...
travel on your
eastward way.

The soaring birds
against your canvas ...
they catch my eye.

At lights end,
and twilight
settles in...
another day
I bid goodbye.

My tired body
on my bed I lay.
Dreams of waking for yet ....
another day.

An ode for
tommorow and
the roots that
it may lay.
Tonight I sleep
with hopes that
I will see
another
tomorrow
after, today.

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.