Summer sand,
just as hot as the woman before me,
cool my desire with a walk by the sea.

Waves caress and ****** the beach,
your body aches, within my arms reach.

My body quivers and trembles from your touch,
this moment with you,
it means oh so much.

A gentle nibble of your honey soaked lips,
the next wave in unison is now both our hips.

A blanket of cotton embedded under our nails,
our love on the sand as the night hears our wails.

Some passers by thought a storm was a brewing,
it was just you and I and the love we were doing.

Your eyes,
they say hold me now and forever
and
never let you go, this night will always keep us together....
forever.




written by me... ..

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... ..

Jesus is
the root
of
all life

We all,
are merely
His
branches.


written by me... ..

One damp, dreary drizzly grey sky day, a ray of sunshine appeared .

I thought that I heard the doorbell ring, I rose, and then it rang again.

I opened the door to only find a weathered UPS uniform on my concrete stoop.

It smelled of Old Spice and sported a name tag that read " Fireball ".

A pair of black framed reading glasses on the inside of the vest pocket.

A gold plated belt buckle that boasts of how many times the world has been traveled around.

I bend down on one knee to greedily clutch what's left of "Fireball".

I cry, you're traveling is over Dad.
Come on inside now and out of the weather..... and stay with me forever.

Let's dry those wet clothes by the fire and talk about our time apart since you passed away.

I have lots of questions Dad...
We have lots of catching up to do.
I've missed you.

Angels of mercy, wings a flutter.
Their heavenly aura surrounds two pictures on the mantle.

Blades of a fan, clockwise they turn ,
A crisp cool fresh breeze takes away the heaviness in the room with two pictures on the mantle.

Plush toys, pillows in abundance,
the clock on the wall, pendulum free, ticks on ..day into night.

Furnishings rearranged, a hospice bed has been accommodated in the home that he - my Pops built....
there is low
idle chatter, the comings and goings of friends of family
with whispers of I love you ...

Soft fragile replies of; 'I know that you do'...

all in the room with two pictures on the mantle.



written by me... ..

The flute is an instrument that I long to hear while walking in fields of tall grass that sway with each breath of wind during a summer's rain that is washing over me.... ..
Oh so captivatingly beautiful.

Her anxiety
filled words,
she wants
them to
mean
something
to you.

But alas,
they mean
nothing when
those words
fall upon
ears of stone
and a
dying heart.

The once
little boy
now a
middle
aged man
is heading
towards
twilight's
horizon.

Her words;

soon
her words
will be
directed towards
an
empty chair.



written by me... ..

I flirt when I am drinking... ..

with a whole lot of winking.

Sugarcoating is for candy,
not for
adults to
use
just when
it's handy.

Stay true
to you,
it's what
you should
and
always
need to do.

Stepping outside of oneself, portraying
an illusion,
only leads
to grief, misunderstanding and
unneeded confusion.

If they
can't like you,
for you,
walk away
head high,
and know
at least that
you are true.

Let the phonies keep amusing themselves,
just watch
with a grin,
and laugh to yourself.

Bozo the clown and even Clarabell,
amusing themselves,
is what they do well.



written by me... ..

When I leave God's masterpiece of creation.

I assert that there will not be not one cloud in the sky.

Not one door that I need to open on my stairway up to heaven.

Jesus will be waiting in the bluest of skies for me.

Arms wide open,

whispering to me.....

' I know that life was hard for you son ' !

'But ---- '

' Welcome David....its now time to put all of your trepidation behind '.

' You are finally here ' !!!

' And here is where you were always meant to be '.



written by me... ..

When two become one

Souls forever intertwined like a bullet in a gun

The touching, caressing and kissing

Two becoming one with ecstasy and ******* never missing

Future days can never erase the moment that lust and love could not be overcome

History will always remember the night, that we became one

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.

shadows pinned me down

dark and faceless demon's hunt

hunting for my soul

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.

One damp, dreary drizzly grey sky day, a ray of sunshine appeared .

I thought that I heard the doorbell ring, I rose, and then it rang again.

I opened the door to only find a weathered UPS uniform on my concrete stoop.

It smelled of Old Spice and sported a name tag that read " Fireball ".

A pair of black framed reading glasses on the inside of the vest pocket.

A gold plated belt buckle that boasts of how many times the world has been traveled around.

I bend down on one knee to greedily clutch what's left of "Fireball".

I cry, you're traveling is over Dad.
Come on inside now and out of the weather..... and stay with me forever.

Let's dry those wet clothes by the fire and talk about our time apart since you passed away.

I have lots of questions Dad...
We have lots of catching up to do.
I've missed you.



written by me... ..

She walked
upon
broken glass.

Apologetically
she sighed...
"I will never
walk upon
you
again".



written by me... ..

Skin and bone is all I am,
if I should happen to disappoint,
just remember, I am doing the best I can.

If I should hurt or bring you pain,
I've done my best to give you me,
I can't stop or prevent the rain.

I'm just that guy,
that guy who loves you for being you,
the man who will always be nothing but true.




written by me... ..

she wanted ***

so,

*** is what i gave her

*** in the rain,
in the mud

***** ***

memories forgot

leaves me to wonder if my

death is drawing near

Before I leave for another day's work,
I click on the television.
'Tornado has ripped through a rural area last night in Oklahoma,
five people have been reported dead and countless others missing and injured' .
And then I turn the radio on, on my way into work...
'There were three reported gunned down outside of a restaurant in the quiet village of Eden' .
'Suicide bombers **** twenty outside a market in Iraq and ISIS has claimed responsibility ' .
These reporters, almost stone like talk about these deaths like it's normal,
and well.... I guess it is but why does it have to feel like it's normal?
Would you want anyone to talk about your end of life like it's just another day....
coldly, matter of factly while moving on to the next "news worthy" story?
Listen, it's already June.
I swear that I can still taste the bad fruit cake from Christmas.
And then I wonder....
where have these last 6 months gone so quickly?
I painfully have friend after friend, or so it seems almost weekly arriving at their end of life.
I cruised by 50 years old years ago,
and it seems like yesterday.
One half of a century old....
becoming a relic.
We all have an expiration date,
especially "relics",
I get that!!!
I just don't think it needs to be treated so "normally", sooo...' the sky will be blue tomorrow y'all '.
I certainly can't slow the hands of time, nor do I want to!
Not to mention...
the sands of the hour glass will continue to run'eth .
I understand now that time seems to be in cooperation with NASCAR,
and is now just racing on by.
That's when I think...
unfortunate, untimely ends of life are not normal,
and I just wish that human beings would stop treating them as such.
Most people do make an impact on many closest to them and others.
Just because you are ignorant to their impact does not merit their end of life to be treated and talked about soooo Golem like.
Lest we forget....one day soon will be your very own end of life too.
It's coming around the track at breakneck speed with a series of left hand turns....
and there's no "right way" around it.
Just remember...
"Normal" is never ever normal!!!



written by me... ..

She may have been the diamond in the rough

but,

she was the diamond that cost me everything.

I'm only
here
because
I have
to be

Here,
where
evil
overwhelmingly
lurks
free

I wish
that I
could so
off me

But alas,
my soul
is not
worth
the fee

So,
here
I sit
unselfishly



written by me... ..

your whispers
stir a
still waters
surface.

they sway
the stalks
in fields
of barley.

they're
sure to
change
a face
of grimace.

your whispers
feed my
my largest
sweet tooth
darlin'.

your whispers
are
more quiet
than a
serpent's hiss.

your whispers
spear me
like the
bill of
a marlin.

but enough
of your
whispers
because... ..

i long
for your
kiss.



written by me... ..

Remember the times I made you smile.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Remember the way I did things, in my style.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Remember how I had a way of chasing away your fears.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Remember​ how my loving hands would wipe away your tears.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

But remember how I would put to words, my thoughts and my wishes.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Just remember how I'd slow life down with understanding and a few kisses.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Please remember if tomorrow my eyes are not allowed to see.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Just remember our good times.... remember how I was me.

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.

love.

let us
look
at the
word
love.

remove
the
letter L
and
add the
letter R
after
the
letter E
and..

what
you have
is
over.

love,
backwards
is
short
for
evol-ution.

this
world
is
evol-ving
from
love
to
hate
in a
hurry.

love?

will
soon
be
extinct.



written by me... ..

if i,

allowed
you
to
write
your
story
upon my
heart.

would
you
break
it,

just
rip it
apart?

or
would,

Aruban
beach
divi divi trees
and
tradewind
fantasies
fill
and
be the
ink
in
your
quill?

would
you
script a
story
for
you and i
like
fine
classical
art?

or has
life
left
all your
remaining
ink
black
and
my heart
has
been
made
to pay
the
bill?





written by me... ..

Her eyes
can not
look upon
what she
hungers,
what she
craves.

Once,
just once
she
pressed
her lips
against mine
with a
notion to
misbehave.

Finally,
at long last
she raised
her eyes
as she
tried to
be brave.

With our lips
locked... ..
her eyes
whispered;

"Shhh...
your love
I will take
to my grave,
but for
now,
please oh please... ..
just grab
hold of
my hips".


written by me... ..

Your hair might not be so straight.
Your smile might not be that great.

But it doesn't matter what other people see.
Perfectly imperfect is what you are to me.

To me, your eyes outshine the stars.
Your smile takes me somewhere far.
Perfectly imperfect is what you are.

So, don't worry about that scar above your lip,
or that birthmark upon your hip.

You're perfectly imperfect.
And
you're always more than worth it.

Death is remembered

at roadside memorials

as i pass by them

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... ..

Hospice has
bird feeders
and
deer feeders.
The serenity
is almost
story book.

Today?
Impending
death was
sunny
and 75...
and
paradise like.
I watch
squirrels run
for a
light hearted
laugh
in the tree'd
courtyard.

I watched
a squirrel
run from a
bird
that ran
from a
deer.



written by me... ..

The phone rings.
It's an un'famili'ar number.
A message is left.
It's a 'family' member.
It's from a cousin that you haven't spoken to in at least 3 years.
"Your Aunt passed away on July 4th"
your cousin whispers on the message.
"A service will be held next Saturday from 11am to 3pm and her burial will be on Sunday" your cousin continued.
"We hope to see you there" your cousin finishes.

5 minutes later,
everyone's lives move on like nothing ever happened.
But something did.
Your Aunt just died.
Never to be seen on this earth, ever again.
Death was announced over a voice mail message.
RIP Aunty.

How you look at me

Is much different than how

I have looked at you.

What is
on
one's mind
when they
know that
they
are dying?

That
blank stare
is not
so blank.


One will
never know
until
they
themselves
are dying.




written by me... ..