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... ..

Thee...

morning-
night-
rain-
river-
coffee-
burnt toast-
barbeque-
her lips-
her smile-
her hair-
her perfume-
autumn's wind-
Halloween-
carnival-
cut grass-

life... ..

I inhaled thee.

I inhaled
what most
take for
granted.

Might I
suggest to,
stop
doing that?



written by me... ..

I wish that there were a heart brake; for heart break.

You can try to sleep it away but; that type of pain is always awake.

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



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... ..

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... ..

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... ..

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... ..

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... ..

Jesus is
the root
of
all life

We all,
are merely
His
branches.


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... ..

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.

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

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... ..

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

she wanted ***

so,

*** is what i gave her

*** in the rain,
in the mud

***** ***

Follow me,
in your
naked feet
under
the stars
to our
favorite place.

Follow me,
and
let's wish
upon a star
that tonight
will
never end.

Follow me,
and
let us
sensually
make love
under the
talcum powdered
full moon.

Follow me,
and
let us unleash
the wolf
in us,
and howl
as deeply
intertwined
lovers
at the moon.

Follow me,

follow me
to the place
where we
become one
and
make love,
over and
over again.



written by me... ..

shadows pinned me down

dark and faceless demon's hunt

hunting for my soul

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... ..

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... ..

She may have been the diamond in the rough

but,

she was the diamond that cost me everything.

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.

I flirt when I am drinking... ..

with a whole lot of winking.

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.

She walked
upon
broken glass.

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



written by me... ..

Iron
sharpens
iron

One
man
sharpens
another


written by me... ..

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.

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.

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.

summer, I loathe you.

  you do absolutely nothing for me, that much is true.

my fancy, has never been struck by the likes of you.

    summer, your presence never captivates me but instead, leaves me feeling blue.

you make the simplest of tasks unbearable, you stink !

      summer, you often bring tempers and patience to the edge, the brink.

i don't need your filthy habits and your disgusting smelling lovers next to me.

   i need the freshness of an Autumn breeze that brings a man like me to my tired knees.

     so, soon enough it's good riddance to you summer, and your smelly lovers.

     soon I can be free of you at long last, and nestle myself underneath a few covers.

summer let me be frank, i detest your filthy, *****, sweaty ways.

    so buh bye summer, i have just about as much need for you as I do for tooth decay !

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.

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... ..

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... ..