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Apr 7 · 70
When does it end?
Đaviđ67 Apr 7
From
End stage
Congestive heart failure
in July
to now
having
biopsies on
a mass
on my
kidney....

when
does
it
end?
😔
Mar 29 · 98
window into the soul
Đaviđ67 Mar 29
as i venture
out into
today's
population

i see
so many
sad eyes
on so many
happy faces
Mar 28 · 77
the foundation of you
Đaviđ67 Mar 28
one should never
hide behind
the masquerade
of perfection

the naked soul
of imperfection
is openly most
beautiful
Mar 28 · 186
Meander
Đaviđ67 Mar 28
I surrender to feelings of which I crave,
the thoughts of chance and misbehave.
I surrender tears of love and pain,
memories raw, unfiltered, invade my brain.
I surrender now, I have weakened some,
once the might of many, now just one.
I surrender to the inevitable, I see because I must,
my faith and love in you, I trust.
Mar 27 · 118
Searching
Đaviđ67 Mar 27
The more I seek you,
the more I find you.
The more I find you,
the more I love you.
Lay back against
me and breathe,
feel your
heartbeat within me.
Mar 27 · 47
self assessment
Đaviđ67 Mar 27
you can't create
memories if
the only memory
that you have is
you pushing
yourself away
from making
memories
Mar 27 · 64
Share
Đaviđ67 Mar 27
Share with me
your fears.
Share with me
your dreams.
Share with me
your vulnerable
tears.
Share with me
your silent
screams.
And I'll share
with you
my world, as it
falls apart at
the seams.
I'll share with you
a love only
shared by the
moon's beams.
Share,
share yourself
with me.
Mar 27 · 38
That's what's up
Đaviđ67 Mar 27
I've dated "pinups"
I've dated "5th wheels"
But remember men;
in the end,
they're all women.
They all have feelings
and emotions.
However;
I've found that the
"5th wheels" often
are indeed the
deepest ocean.
Find your way
through the jungle
of makeup.
Look deeper
because....
"that's what's up".
Đaviđ67 Mar 27
onions make
me cry

love makes
me cry
the blues

they both
produce tears
from my eyes

but one makes
my heart
hurt too
Mar 26 · 145
poet's life
Đaviđ67 Mar 26
poets languish
in the arms
of yesterday

they greedily
inhale the
taste of today

they dream
about tomorrows
in the night
as they lay

poets can
romanticize the
most unromantic
of days

poets
create moments
that live on
in so
many ways
Đaviđ67 Mar 25
i am
calm
i am
serene

when
i am
alone

i only endure
people until
i want to
be seen

don't take
it personal
it's a
character flaw
it's not you

i'd rather
write poetry
while
sitting here
on my
phone

i've been there
i've done that
it's all old
to me now,
nothing new
Mar 25 · 28
the still of the night
Đaviđ67 Mar 25
don't ever
try
loving with
your mind

love with
your heart
even though
it's a
grind

your mind
although
powerful
could never
fill

the beat of
my heart
in a night
so lonely
and
still
Mar 25 · 50
🎧muse'ic🎧
Đaviđ67 Mar 25
music
is the
gateway to
memories,

it stirs a soul,
emphatically,
completely.

while bathing
my ears
in verse
and song,

words find
the parchment
and become
poetry
before long.
Mar 25 · 38
I won that round
Đaviđ67 Mar 25
death;

it no longer
has any bite,
or any sting.

i literally
kicked its ***
too many times
to count in an
IC unit's ring.

I relive
my death often
because I am
proud of
my victory,
my fight.

Last July,
my fight for life
was the
fireworks on a
hot and humid
summer's night.

my family
the next day
said you sound
and look so calm
for a person
knocking on
death's door.

i simply
looked at them
and said that
i am now numb,
no one can possibly
hurt this man
any more.

death has lost
all of its sting
when it comes
to me.

death for me
is the very
first day
of being free.
Mar 25 · 39
Afib 220 bpm SVT
Đaviđ67 Mar 25
I've had
more adenosine
injected into
an IV
and emptied
inside of me
that it
actually
should have
been considered
obscene
And I'm still here 🙋🏻‍♂️
One will never know the feeling of death like having adenosine emptied into you 3 separate times in one evening.
Mar 24 · 40
muse
Đaviđ67 Mar 24
as birds on
lofted wing
do sing

the earth
is home
and life
it brings

soar within
the clouds
be gay

flap your wings
above storms
of grey

the river flows
so ****
so divine

sip from what
is not only
mine

nourish
your spirit
nourish
your soul

the river
in summer
is where
this man
calls home
Mar 24 · 46
Unnecessary anxiety
Đaviđ67 Mar 24
I would love
to take back
the last
5 years
of my life
and
do them over.

But,
what would I
be looking for?

Perfect moments?

There are
no perfect moments
in life.

There are
only moments
that we can try
to make perfect.

Embrace
each sunrise
and sunset
because
none of them
will ever
be perfect.
The perfect sunny and 75° is within your heart and mind but, only if you choose to look for it there.
💞
Mar 21 · 296
numbers lie
Đaviđ67 Mar 21
never lose
       yourself
counting
         the quantity
            when all that
            ever matters
                   IS
             the quality
quality stirs
a soul
while numbers
only distance
the goal
Mar 21 · 50
70's & 80's youth
Đaviđ67 Mar 21
3 letters

It only requires
3 letters
to best describe
our youth,
my generation.

Those 3 letters
are
F U N !
this song
this video
is our youth
back then.
we had
F U N

Play the song.
You'll enjoy it.


https://youtu.be/7_pzk83luwo
Mar 21 · 45
7pm walk
Đaviđ67 Mar 21
My evening walk,
      I am walking east
        as the sun falls
       below the horizon
          behind me

           I notice
              my shadow
          casting out directly
               in front of me
          and it nearly
            makes me cry

            I think to myself ;

              this earth nearly
            lost this man's
               shadow
               last year....
               last year
                  in July
declared dead 3 times July 13th in the wee hours of the morning
Mar 20 · 59
sleeping sunflower
Đaviđ67 Mar 20
i am
            nothing more
          than a
              mighty oak
                 gradually
          awakening from
              a winter's
                slumber
the sunflower -
for me

is the most
romantic
flower
Đaviđ67 Mar 20
Love not
because you
"have to"
-
love because
it overflows
from your heart

The air
around you
will no longer
feel heavy
but rather;

from anvils
and albatrosses

to feathers
and butterflies
will life's
winds prevail

Allow love
to be
that
gentle breeze
in your
sail
Mar 20 · 339
#
Đaviđ67 Mar 20
#
with you

as

my canvas;

i prefer to

paint

by

#number#
Mar 20 · 43
forever
Đaviđ67 Mar 20
the pictures
of her
may have
only been
still photos
but;

they have
always
moved me
emotionally.
Mar 19 · 35
Unworthy
Đaviđ67 Mar 19
I'm a man,

a fatally
flawed man.

A man
unworthy,

I'm just
a man.

I exhaust
myself
most days
trying to
be worthy.

But Jesus,
is
exclusively
worthy
of my
weariness.

My exhaustion
at day's end
reminds me
how I fight,

how I
struggle to
be worthy.

At day's end,
I will
always be
a flawed man,

a fatally
flawed man.

And...

I will
awaken
once more
as the
sunrises with
His grace and,
I will
exhaust myself
again,

until my
last breath...

and I can
no longer
fight to make
sure that,
I am worthy
to stand
before
Him.

Đaviđ
will always
chase after
God's heart.
Mar 19 · 48
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Mar 19
tonight's
gentle air
left me
feeling
nostalgic

yesterday's
emotions with
hint of
pure magic

streetlights
casting
shadows
of what was
once
just there

a breeze
that brings a
memory of her
aromatic hair
Mar 18 · 47
Cloaking
Đaviđ67 Mar 18
I live
and hide
behind,
and inside
the words
of my
poetry.

I'm only
seen when
I want
to be
seen.
Mar 18 · 42
Too darned cute
Đaviđ67 Mar 18
I was
on my
afternoon walk
and a
woman in
her 60's
passes me by
on the city
sidewalk
on Harrison
street.

We pass by
one another
with eye
contact as we
exchange
pleasantries
and a smile.

As we walk
15 feet away
from one
another
I hear
the older
woman say;
"you're handsome".

I turn
to her
and exclaim;
"Awww,
thank you
so much,
you not only
made my day
but you
made my
week.

The woman
in her 60's
was too
darned cute,
too darned
cute.

I'm in
my 50's and
I know that
I am not
dead yet.
It's good
to know that
when and if
I reach my
60's ...
I won't be
dead yet
either.

Too darned
cute!
Mar 16 · 37
💔
Đaviđ67 Mar 16
adenosine;

big push

^^^___


get the crash cart

cardioversion
ready

____

clear!

^
_^__

T-O-D ?


WAIT!!!!!

^_^^^^

^
^^^^^^

We have a normal sinus rhythm

Prep him
for surgery
STAT!

Sign this
David_?

And here
I am.

Literal broken
heart
and all.
💔

For how
much longer
who knows?

Don't care.
Mar 14 · 556
lying in silence
Đaviđ67 Mar 14
the tick

the tock

take that
sound
seriously

that's the
sound of
your life
running away
on the
clock
Mar 13 · 47
Language of the heart
Đaviđ67 Mar 13
The heart;

it quivers-
it pumps-
it carries
an imperative
rhythm and
a beat

it circulates
a blood of life
vocabulary
so poetically
unique

it speaks
a language
of love
beyond critique

thump thump

thump thump

shhhh
listen

the language
of love will
guide you
over any ****
Mar 12 · 68
living in limbo
Đaviđ67 Mar 12
expiration date
unknown-
since last July
anticipation
has grown-
test after
test my
cardiologist
prescribes-
my heart
is literally
broken is how
she describes-
every day
i wake up
is a gift
from my
heart-
praising Jesus
is now how
every morning
does start-
Đaviđ67 Mar 10
i found
two old leather journals while cleaning out my old pick-up truck
yesterday

i can't wait
to read the parchment and listen to all
of the things that my heart had once to say

my heart,
it always
listens then
speaks

i swear
at times,
like tears,

i see those
old leather
journals leak

i'd love to
dust them off
down by the
old river
today

sink into
my captain's chair
and allow
my heart
some time
to play
Đaviđ67 Mar 9
Life's hammer sure can shatter the strongest of heart.
Picking up those pieces one by one is when survival literally starts.
Our hearts are meant to be ko'd and broken.
If not, many sad songs just would never be spoken.
Đaviđ67 Mar 9
We poets lay down our hearts as blankets so that you need not ***** your own feet.
We poets are the lyrics of every country song and rhythm'd beat.
We poets play a little guitar and we sing a little too.
We poets are pretty fun company, there is worse that you could do.
We poets express our emotions with more than words
you see.
We poets can be the get away, from life's reality.
Here are my emotions, here is this poet's heart.
Please try to be kind, it's had enough of being torn apart.
We poets are the muses and the poems that we write.
The prose that we piece together whether fantasizing morning or night.
We poets we love without being loved.
Our love snugly fits,
like a hand in a glove.
Mar 8 · 26
Poets just poet 24/7
Đaviđ67 Mar 8
I have written many sentences with my heart

I have written many sentences with my mind

Most often it's difficult to tell them all apart

There is me, there is you in every single line

Forever on words
I shall dine

I'm a poet, it's how every day starts

As my eyes first breathe the morning air

My heart and mind through words rise naked and bare
Mar 8 · 35
Struggle
Đaviđ67 Mar 8
We all struggle with variations of the word struggle.

Don't ever feel like you are alone, because you aren't.

Strength is built upon our struggles.

Callous strength eventually heals over our open wounds and scars.

We begin standing upon a foundation of strength in understanding.

A strength in understanding that life's clock is the slickest thief we will ever meet.

A strength in understanding that life's clock is also our heart's greatest healer.
Đaviđ67 Mar 8
one's security with insecurity is a crippled crutch of illusion

forgive me, i'm too terrified to expound

i fear waking up in this land of confusion

explaining away misery is an unforgettable sound
Mar 7 · 39
Undusted answers
Đaviđ67 Mar 7
Life is a puzzle never meant to be completed

Our lives are never born to be forgotten - deleted

Memories may carry the weight of pain through a torrential rain

But they also carry the love of those loved we have forever gained
Mar 7 · 35
Unopened gifts
Đaviđ67 Mar 7
Waking up on the weekend to the fragrant smell of fresh cut grass

The humming engine of the neighbors lawn mower over a few laughs

Coffee's aroma wafting from the kitchen into your bedroom

Ah yes, this is indeed what they call a lover's swoon

As the sun's rays come to play and splash through your open blinds

Paradise isn't far if you never leave it to far behind

Off to a hot shower as the summer rain's softly echo

I can smell the aromatic rain through my open bathroom window

It's a calm, it's never a storm to my senses

It's weekend pleasures of fantasy and white picket fences

Arise from your bed, wipe the sleep from your eyes

Say hello to this morning and forget the goodbyes
Mar 7 · 37
Visual euphoria
Đaviđ67 Mar 7
There are unopened gifts around us aplenty

We need to be vigilant so that life doesn't blind us from these
Mar 7 · 53
Tonight's wishes
Đaviđ67 Mar 7
Saturday night and this
evening's sky
is a
blanketed delight with a
lover's starlight

Clusters
big dipper
little dipper
and the
north star
as we
cozy up tight

Go ahead,
make a wish
my love

Tonight I give you the sky above
Mar 6 · 64
ly
Đaviđ67 Mar 6
ly
internally-
we all live
eternally

externally-
we all live
momentarily

individually-
we all live
exclusively

live wisely-
so that
eternally
eases gradually
and not
suddenly

i say this
of course-
lovingly
Most of us, are our own harshest critics.
You are a special and unique creation of all that is great.
We all fall short in expectations of ourselves sometimes.
But just know that it happens to all of us, not just you.
If there is one thing that we all have in common?
We are all absolutely perfect at being imperfect.
You are not alone.💕

You are only defeated when internally you have given up and in.

Strength to overcome is in the soil of our own root system.
It may be over watered at times with tears of anxiety or angst.
But that will only preserve our soil for when we are dry and saharan.

Life teaches us new things every day without fail.
Learn and grow from our lessons every day.

Age is just a number.
It is a healthy state of mind - a remembrance of a sage collection of life's lessons.

Have a one of a kind day in the most unique and best possible way.
Love thy neighbor for we know not what troubles them.
💕
Đaviđ67 Mar 6
as Chicago once sang;

"i was acting as if- you were lucky to have me, doing you a favor"

-nope-
that's untrue

rather;
you are lucky
to have them

humble love
humble appreciation
humble addiction
for living life

it's a serum
it's an elixir
it's a potion
made with
100% unselfishness and love

we all stumble
the mightiest have fallen

get back up

don't look to
cast blame

drink that potion and spread your humble love

a love free of strings
a Phil Collins "groovy kind of love"
an unselfish love

we are here but once

don't be a "hard habit to break"

but rather;
be a habit that no one should want to break

I love you all tremendously!
💕💕💕
https://youtu.be/b7MwgByxPs8
Mar 5 · 49
3 dates with death
Đaviđ67 Mar 5
I have blazed a path of imperfection

I raced towards my flaws from every direction

I had no brakes and didn't need them

My imperfections were a sense of freedom

Now I'm the turtle and no longer the hare

I'm slower-
I'm methodical-
I have so much to share

to bare

Last July was ironically the 'perfect' storm for this man

My heart ...
it stopped beating,
Yep...
3 times I had left this land

Dead they pronounced me not once but
yes thrice

I was all out of luck,
no more rolls of the dice

My heart was not ready to give up and quit

Perfectly imperfect but here I still sit

Not sure for how long with the storm clouds in view

Hey thunder-
hey lightning-
I'm no longer afraid of either one of you

I've already lived through the deadliest of storms you see

I've already been dead not only one time...
but three

The Buffalo General morgue was not ready for me

No tag on my toe.....
Nope-
For death I was not ready
Đaviđ67 Mar 5
her picture frames,
they hold
only pictures
of you

without you,
her frames
are blank
canvases
of endless
cold

you are when
she learned
that love
was hot,
and
could actually
grow

without you,
she has
no pictures
for her
frames
to hold

you are
the only love
that she,
has wantingly
ever known

'she cries'
- new
with you
my love,
will never
get old

be the art,
that fills
her frame;
her priceless art
to never
be sold
a short poem inspired by this amazing Chicago song.

https://youtu.be/kGU_-fnSQI8
Feb 27 · 43
the good ol' days
Đaviđ67 Feb 27
i remember when-

i enjoyed
chocolate chip
pancakes when
my doctor
allowed it

smothered in
2 pats of real butter
and drowned
in maple syrup

now?

after my doctor
took all of my fun away

now i sit here
with my dry
whole wheat
toast and a
cup of decaf

while dreaming of
chocolate chip pancakes with 4 pats of real butter and dressed in a life preserver so not to drown in a quart of maple syrup

Who am I kidding?

with a side of salty pork sausage and bacon

i'd eat my own foot if it were fried in butter and wrapped in bacon
Feb 26 · 137
🌻
Đaviđ67 Feb 26
the sun,
it shines with
positivity

it shower's
smiles that
defy
earth's gravity

it warms
the heart
sets aflame
the spirit

spreading joy
and passion
to anyone that's
near it
Feb 24 · 781
💕serenity💕
Đaviđ67 Feb 24
which
is
stronger?

the
heart
or
the
mind?

we
are
better
served
if
we
love
with
both.
Feb 22 · 51
my footprint
Đaviđ67 Feb 22
you could
certainly

walk behind
worse

i'm
imperfect,
yes

But-

i am
worth
your time!

i am
not regret
that you
did

i am
only
regret
because
i have
no twin
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