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

with you

as

my canvas;

i prefer to

paint

by

#number#

the pictures
of her
may have
only been
still photos
but;

they have
always
moved me
emotionally.

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.

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

I live
and hide
behind,
and inside
the words
of my
poetry.

I'm only
seen when
I want
to be
seen.

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!

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.

the tick

the tock

take that
sound
seriously

that's the
sound of
your life
running away
on the
clock

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 ****

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-

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

There are unopened gifts around us aplenty

We need to be vigilant so that life doesn't blind us from these

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

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

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!
💕💕💕

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

which
is
stronger?

the
heart
or
the
mind?

we
are
better
served
if
we
love
with
both.

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

You are
a love poem
that I will
keep -
just
for me

Sight
Hearing
Smell
Taste
Touch

i don't have
money.
i don't have
good looks.
i don't have
fancy clothes,
a fancy home,
a fancy car.
i have genuineness.
i am unique
when
one on one.
i have poems.
lots of poems.

the sky
and the
ocean
only ever
meet
at the
horizon's
line

a top
and bottom
riddle
solved-
in the
middle

this sunrise
i smile but,
not sure
for how long?

does it end
when the birds
stop singing
their song?

i've never lived
"happily ever
after" even
for a day.

my mind loses
happy ever
after like a needle in
the hay.

i love to
be happy and
i really love to
smile.

but my mind
tells me
it hurts;
"you can only
smile for a
little while".

as daylight
expires i long
for a grin.

as night fall
takes root-
keep my
smile away
from the
winds.

i'm not some
kind of
monster-
i'm not a
miserable man.

i'm merely
just a man
that some-
may never
understand.

but please
know this-
some days
i even can't.

chf was just
another gale
force wind to
carry away
my boyish grin.

i'm not
wallowing in
pity,
i'm simply
fighting
with my mind to
get my smile
back again.

Creatures of habit we are -

We all live in moments -

The freshest moments are what we preach -

until the next moment...

i have failed at much in this life

i can't fix or change the past

so,i write poems

each word is a scar,
an open wound

not only my wounds but wounds of others

it hurts to be me

it's painful living in my head at times

i've destroyed myself more than anyone ever could

you - you only see what i allow you to see

beneath that boyish grin is a war

a war that most could never understand

a war that has no victor

a war that has no end

a war that has left me mortally wounded

and hey, i didn't want this war

i never asked for it

it was waged upon me by my own depth

waged upon me by the other me

the me that cries when no one is looking

like i said, most could never understand

i wake up every single day in a fog of war

i wake up every single day just trying to win one battle at a time

i understand that this war can never be won

but i still fight

i fight to provide a boyish grin when i win a day's battle

enjoy those days with me

please don't be an enemy of war

the enemy already has the numbers on me

Lament not the drops of falling rain
Harvest your garden once the storm wanes

Cast aside your umbrella to indulge in some fun
Dancing in puddles as clouds break for the sun

Storms have a purpose to ravage, to grow
Even after darkness, there's  beauty to show

Don't hide in fear of the ebon clouds en masse
Look beneath your feet....
they eventually bring you
green grass

those with
diseased branches
will always
be rooted out.

by an unrelenting,
path
paving
tornadic spout.

truth creates
a destructive
vortex to
one's true
colors.

on the wind's
of shadows
blow the
counterfeit
dollars.

tend not
to the
circus of
charade.

never fall
prey to a
costume of
masquerade.

dark
cloudy lies
this tornado
may rain.

an umbrella
of sage will
save you
the pain.

keep the
streets clean
of your own
ignorant
blood stain.

do you wish
to store me
away for
the winter
days?

hush me
and pack me
away in some
sort of
garage bay.

in the cold,
i still like to
flap my
wings...
i can still
fly,
i'm not
too old.

that pasture
may be
beautiful
and serene
but it's not
for me,
and this,
i
wish you
would see.

please don't
put me out
there
just yet,
i'm not ready
to view my
last sunset.

allow me a
few more
sunrises with
fantasy
running
wild in my
broken
heart....

a few more
days without
an end but
rather,
with a
brand new
start.

metaphorically
drowning,

right in the
view of some.

they all just-

sit there
and watch.

splash....
splash...
splash..

gurgle
    gurgle°
       ­          °
                °

they just sit-

and watch.

well;

it's time to dry myself off.

breach the
surface.....

take a deep
cleansing
breath and
metaphorically
drown
them now.

and
as their air
bubbles breach
the surface-

~~~~~~
°
  °
°
     °
      °

i'll just
sit there
and watch
them drown
now.

if not for the
air conditioned
ambience

together,
their fire was
combustible
defiance

a bed full
of nothing
but
gasoline
and fire

one kiss
sparked
an inferno
of insatiable
desire

i just
stood there
with hands
on my hips

i then folded
my arms across
my chest

i watched her
as she slowly
walked away
from me

heart broken,
in a silent
scream
i exclaimed;

forgive me
if i gawk,
if i stare?

i then
reached up
and slowly
wiped the words:
"I'm yours"
from
my forehead

the storm of all storms-

she was summer heat lightning-

our sweat was love's end-

her sweat was my kindá rain-

sweet dripping drops of ******-

tonight's sky was cold-

cloudless, blanketless, alone-

then you, my moon, spoke-

A Quasar
is a
mere puddle
compared
to the
depth
of many
a poet.

it was february 4th when i
drove by
their home
and;
their Christmas
decorations were still up.

I just looked- smiled - and drove away.

Pitter patter
pitter patter
across
Heaven's
floor-

it's just me
mommy and
daddy,
it's me Gabe;
i'm not in
pain anymore.

thank you
mommy and
daddy for
making a
decision that
i knew
would break
your heart

but now
i am pain
free here
in heaven
with a
healthy new
start.

i will see
you soon
mommy and
daddy,
and when
i do?

i will be
the happiest
dog once
again....
when i
see you.

Love Gabe.🐾💕

when i left you love-

i didn't only leave you-

i left myself too-

tragic is sadness-

when it bleeds and is in need-

of a tourniquet-


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️