I turned
my life's page
as my
eyes blinked

The next page
was clean
of ink

No names

No boundaries

No schedules

It was
exhilarating
to see

A clean page
just for me

A fantasy
full of free

Meet me
under the
Aruban
divi divi tree

When I look up towards the stars, I may see something much different than you.
I see everlasting serenity.
I see me walking down Hampshire street, hand in hand with my Great Grandmother Sarah on our way to Nativity church when I was just a little boy.

I see,
a place void of anxiousness.
A place void of fear.
A place of long last ease and rest.
A tranquil active creek with subtle sounds of water flowing.
A place where the lions and the sheep play.
I see Heaven and a place for all beautiful hearts to forever stay.

-
🌧🌦🌧

Till this day I still taste that very first kiss
Right then and there I knew it was something to miss
Those two sweet lips as pure as cane sugar
A kiss I knew I always wanted to fight for

Like the innocence of a butterfly
Those kisses left me wanting and you didn't even have to try
The molasses of your voice always left me daydreaming....
sigh....


In the rain I would catch the drops from your upper lip
Thirstily lap them up
and leave nothing for anyone else
....not even a sip.

be sure
to enjoy
your dreams
because
reality
is harsh
enough.

a rapid flowing
river i may be

but ....

please,

please don't
miss out
on your
chance of

stopping-

and getting
to
know the
poet in me.

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.

Living
Inside
Fractured
Edges

Life dies.
Sadness cries.
The second hand continues.
By week's end it's old news.
When I close my eyes forever.
My first moments from life I sever.
I want you to look at me.
Take a look at death, your fee.
Exit the funeral home's door.
The body in the casket you will see no more.
Get into your car and turn the key.
Brush the dirt off of your bended knee.
Brush the scent of death from you once again.
Carry on with a few prayers and a meaningful amen !
Normalcy reacquaints itself in a few short days.
Until life dies and once again death is how life pays.
Live your life while you still can.
Death comes for each and every woman and man.
It might be today, it might be tomorrow.
The time on the clock is only there to borrow.

💚🌧💚

i find
myself
getting
jealous
of
each and
every
raindrop
that
touches
you.

i do!

every
raindrop

that,

intimately,

sooo
deliciously
traces

and...

cascades
down
your body.

a
sweet tooth
dessert,
in a storm
named;

"I will
never
forget you".

👂❤💔👂

This is written for anyone that may have lived this life or are living it now in their own personal lives.

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So; what's this all about?
What is my purpose?
The "purpose" of my life upon this Earth?
Am I here to be an inspirational Oak tree that leans stoically into the wind?
A floe of ice that casually floats towards Niagara's Falls?
Or am I the worm of nourishment that is found aplenty after nature's rain?
Or the keen bird's eye that locks in on the worm from afar?
Am I that ray of sunlight that
always seems to brighten your darkest days?

I'd love to be the aroma of a bonfire under the moon and stars that,
you long for and crave.
In life- while I am here;
You can taste the outside edges of me, of course.
Or choose to dive deep and taste the very deepest parts of me.
In death;
My absence may haunt you.
Haunt your fantasies that now,....
will never come true.
But listen;
listen to
your heart
right now,
I am here for many things indeed.
Perhaps I am also here to one day fill,
your very own deepest and most secretive need?

Whatever your case may be;
listen to your heart...
it longs to be free.

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

-
👨🏻‍🎨🎨

That light on the wall there,
it shines down like a ray of sunshine.
It begins so silently from its origin but then becomes so loud,
as if it were the big finish to a Mozart masterpiece.

The shadow of a bird is a blur,
a blur as it races through that ray of sunshine just like a raven in an Edgar Allan Poe novel.

And just then...that ray of sunshine falls weightlessly to the Earth below it,
Sir Issac Newton may have called this gravity.

The fallen rain I can hear traveling on the ground,
shhhhhh....
if you listen carefully you can too,
listen...and be captivated by the soothing sounds of this world much like Stevie Wonder and Helen Keller.

And now a deep sigh as the light had darkened and daybreak has crawled upon us....
just like a baby,
a baby that has it's whole life in front of it.
You?
Well......you have a new day.
Be that ray of light for others much like Moses was.
And perhaps one day your name too may be used in verse.

Our minds are so powerful....
allow yours to bring you to where you want to be.
I seldom live in reality....
Why?
It's often too painful to live in so....
I prefer to create, create beautiful images in my mind even if they aren't always there.

when the
sun's rays
meander their
way through
my bedroom
window's
blinds and
warm my
naked body.

blood quickly rushes
to all the
right places
and that
moment's lover
knows that
it's now time
to party.

where,



do your
footsteps
go?

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.

I'd love
to call
my Dad
today and
hear
some words
of reassurance
but,
I can't...

he's
no longer
here.

💕👷🏻‍♂️💕

There is nothing more ****/fulfilling than a tightly gripped romance or intimacy in the rain.

It's a poetic ambiance that fills the most ravenous of appetites.

I have an appetite that envies my truck's windshield in a heavy rain.

I'm not odd nor weird.
I'm just
DEEPLY
poetic.

I
may have
traveled
through
madness

but,

at the end
of those
travels?

I have
found
myself.

China's
wet shops
have
stopped
the world
in its
tracks.

China,
a place that
relentlessly
kills dogs
and cats.

China,
a place that
has hospitalized
and murdered
millions
across the
lands.

China,
a place that
began this
pandemic
in their
wet shops
with bats.

China,
a place led
by the
biggest of
rats.

I hope that
President Trump
is sure to
make China pay
and take this
all out of
THEIR ***!

🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Loss,
I have experienced loss at a personal level of which,
only my soul,
my broken heart,
and my mind can
comprehend.

"Personally" is the key word here.

Everyone has experienced "loss" and everyone deals with loss in their own unique way.

Some may think to themselves;
ha, you don't know what loss is until ..... fill in the blank.

Well guess what?
You're not me and I am not you.

Another part of my life that absolutely traumatized me was my divorce to my first wife of which I did not seek.

I lost more than her, more than family....
I lost my very first 2 children that were essentially babies.

I know what some of you may be thinking;
but no one died David.

But that's where you're wrong!

A huge part of me DIED that day and left me
bitter,
confused,
lost,
in pain,
angry,
and dead to a high degree.

Those 2 babies were my world.
They were my
4 seasons of life.
They were my very reason for life.
And that was stolen away from my heart and my soul.
Which....left a huge part of me dead.

Today?

Well.....

today I am still dead but I just hide my death better.

I am forever misunderstood and I have learned to be okay with that.

Woodpeckers occupy and echo the after dawn air-
My attention is theirs, to the trees my eyes stare-
A Caribbean water color sky so calm and so blue-
A few clouds mingle in, like a chalky white residue-
Jet trails kissing the morning sun's smile-
I think I found paradise, even if, even if...only for a little while-
A sky that seems to be never ending-
It's when I grab God's ear.... and I begin bending.

instant,

absolute instant
attraction.

the very moment
that my eyes
looked upon
you,

i knew,

i knew that...

fighting IT
would only
leave me
black and blue.

sure,

at first,

i know that
you acted
as if
you didn't
feel that
electricity too.

so i
tossed on
my shades
and served you
a great smile.

all in
great hope
that my spell,

would take
effect in a
short little while.

i showed up
at your place
and our
attraction was
written ALL
over your face.

we had a
few drinks
and we teased
one another.

we knew,

we knew the
entire time
how we both
NEEDED to be
one another's
lover.

and yet,

we left our
hearts to
wander in a
fog of ******
and ecstasy.

serving up
one more night
of extreme
longing and
fantasy.

persistent,

persistent
you were,
but your
patience had
hit
its breaking
point of no
turning back.

you endandered
yourself and
others while
hunting
me down
for that kiss
that was worth
a heart attack.

and then
finally,

we made love,

we made love
in a silence
and a serenity
that felt
as if we were
living in
Heaven above.

as i left
the following
morning before
you had
awaken,

i left you
an idea
of me,

a paper
airplane.

from start
to finish,
you were my
heart's desire.

again,

i knew when
my eyes first
saw you that...

you were an
out of control-

forest fire.

i was right.

and,
neither of
our bodies
EVER
put up
THAT fight!

My love is not for sale.
My love resembles no prison nor jail.

But, nor will I ever try to buy yours.
I can only tell you, true love feels like a summer storm's rain when it pours.

If it's material or gifts you need as proof?
That type of love is a lie, much like the little boy that cried wolf.

Perhaps what you feel then, is just not love at all?
That kind of love can be had by talking to a wall.

What I give is me, something I feel is quite valuable.
A love, a friendship, a person that is anything but malleable.

There is not another you, there is not another me.
So when we are dust of this earth, never again, you and I no one will ever again see.

All of the jewelry, all of the money in this world could certainly never buy me.
My love is the best kind of love, you receive it for free.

And sure, we may not speak or see one another as much as I would like.
But I understand life is very fluent, much like wheels on a Tour de France bike.

Doesn't mean that I will buy you gifts to fill that void, that missing.
Just means when I see you i'll want a lot more hugging and a lot more kissing.

Life is busy, life is very very chaotically busy.
Life is like Father Time, it never stops and it never will for you and me.

A simple phone call, a private message is all I ever need.
Simple things for a simple man, affection and love is all I greed.

Those types of things let me know that little ol' me, crossed your mind in some kind of way.
It's things just like that I never forget, things that totally make my day.

And that is certainly more than enough for me.
And....
and I hope it is enough for you -- from me, for eternity.

Why do I hope this to be?
Because my love is and always will be, .....free!