One summer 3am morning my life would change forever.

   Like days without darkness.

    A shadow to mingle with mine.

On Hertel avenue about 1/4 mile from Niagara street I walked alone.

        After a divorce I never wanted, and the broken heart of a Father that loved his 2 children to the moon, to the sun and back.

        Two children I would no longer hear screaming Daddy's home...Daddy's home any longer.

  I scraped up strength some days to live, just to feel human again I would venture out after a long day of concrete.

       Until that one 3am summer morning...

            As I walked home, I noticed half a block away, coming in my direction, 3 young women.

  I thought nothing of it and just kept walking towards them.

       Humble with a side of insecurity fresh from my divorce still weighing upon me, I didn't even raise my head up to look at the women as we passed one another...I didn't even say hi.

           Not even looking back I continued my travels home until I heard, " hey you, come back here" !

   Unsure, I shyly began walking back to the 3 women as they did the same.

        Once within arms distance one young woman said, "she thinks that you're hot" as she pointed to the young attractive brunette named appropriately enough, Dawn, as we stood in front of one another on the cusp of dawn.

           I stuttered, thrown off guard yet I managed to mutter out loud, "oh really" with a great big half moon smile on my face.

   Which is when the attractive young brunette bashfully replied, "Yes, yes I do" !

        She reached into her tiny black ecliptic shaped purse and pulled out what looked like a tube of lipstick and torn piece of paper.

   That young attractive brunette began writing on that piece of torn paper with that lipstick as I stood there awkwardly in silence.

         She reached out to me and handed me the torn piece of paper with her telephone number on it accompanied by her name, Dawn, written in a red rose shade of red.

           She smiled as bright as the sun peeking out from behind the moon as she looked at me and said, "call me sometime, I will be waiting".

  Clumsily once more I fumbled my words and replied " sure I will...
errrrrr I mean, I will for sure" !

        And just like that the chance encounter was over.

   The 3 young women began walking away from me and once again I continued my walk home.

     And after that chance encounter, I understood what love really was .....

     I married that young attractive brunette woman named Dawn.
My love for her has eclipsed any love I have ever known or will ever know.

            Like the moon enveloping the sun during a solar eclipse, Dawn's love has enveloped my heart.

  The only difference being.....is, this total eclipse lasts forever.

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

i'm

   a poet;

what

     did you

        expect?

poets

    are not

       recipes

that

...     taste

like

             the rest.

call us;

     -odd
      -eccentric
        -weird
       -bipolar
        or strange.

we poets

     love whom
       we are

and we have

    absolutely
  
       no desire

         to change.

   we are artists

      with words...

in case you

      haven't heard.

  misunderstanding  us

       is something

       we're

          used to.

    we'll always

be outsiders;

    it's just

     what

         we do.

we are

     comfortable
there,

   we are loners

       it's true.

      we write
for ourselves...

    we don't write

          for you.

cancer,

it
kills more
than
one
person
at a
time

let me know...
when you
think that
you have
at
long last
reached
my soul

odds are
that with me...?

you've yet
to pay
your specific
toll

i can be
a rogue wave
or i can be
cooling mist
on a
hot and humid
summer's day

you can
only hope
to "think"
that you
know me

i still have
layers that
you will
probably
never see

i'm an enigma
and i am
something that
you would never
bet against

but....

i am the
good time
that you
would
certainly
never regret

i'm the cream
in the
middle of
your oreo

i can be
......
your favorite
song on
the radio.

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

do you
remember
that night
under a
full moon's
light?

i remember,

i remember it
like the
unique smell
of a
'flicked'
zippo lighter
on a
full moon's
summer
night.

I wondered about wondering -

And then,

I wondered some more -

Is death, death -?

Or is death, birth -?

Do birds fly because they have wings -?

Or do birds fly because Jesus is beneath their wings, or both-?

Is tomorrow the first of never -?

Or is tomorrow the first of forever -?

Do words pierce skin as a keen sword -?

Or are words as mighty as the pen that brings them to life -?

Or the mind that never stops wondering about them -?

I wonder -

i look at
   the bottle,
inquisitively.
the bottle
   i *****
with my hand
  nears empty.

the answers
  i seek
are not any
clearer.
maybe the
  next one
will help me
  draw nearer.

i twist off
  another and then yet another.
  the spirits
this night,
  my friend,
my intoxicating lover.

my table is
  littered with
tears drops
   and bottles.
ashes and
   images of
hot brunette models.

as i glance
around,
i admire
  life in double.
i beg
  my new friend
to keep me
  from trouble.

the answers
  it promised
have staggered away.

but alas...

  it still
promises
friendship
each and
  every day.


'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'

-Life is something we unknowingly graze
-Life can be a frenetic maze
-Life can certainly amaze
-Life can be a passion'd stare into your lover's gaze
-Life can leave one dazed
-Life can leave one crazed
-Life can leave others unphased
-Life in a blink can turn ablaze

-Life....on this earth in the end, well....it only has so many days.
-Life can be eternal if its God we genuinely praise.
-Life in the end we can rejoice hallelujah with up HIGH...both hands raised.
-Life's "reality" is something that all need to realize.
-First thing's first...prioritize.

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

i seen faith flowing forcefully,
endlessly,
   into the gutter.

hope fragmented,
  viciously
  splattered upon the earth.

  trust is a cold piece of steel in  ones hip pocket.

  just to live is becoming tiresome,
  almost a chore,
always looking over your shoulder.

this year,

there were
no aromas
of fairs
or festivals
to fill
the air

just the
essence of
burning wood
by the shore
to share

the
hot summer
night
left her
hungry and
thirsty

each drink
she would
celebrate the
stars in
the sky that
made her
irresistibly
flirty

she begged
the moon
to undress her,
kiss her
******* and
*******
and make
love to her
by the fire

kissing and
exploring
every
soft curve
on her body
of which
he never
would tire

suddenly she....

******
her hips hard
against his
mouth into
a climactic
unique filled
desire

after exhaling
many a
"oh fxxks" ...
she lied there
satisfied,
vulnerable
and whispered...

"i hope that you're single
with any
good luck?"

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

the politics
dance,
they dance
in open forums
everywhere.

they dance,

they dance
gayly with
rainbow flags
in hand.

they dance with
pistols strapped
to the hip and
bullets with
hollow point
tips.

until...

until each and
every democrat
donned their
pink puxxy
hats.

and they
danced on
the graves
of all murdered
babies they chose
not to save.

the politics stop
dancing
when the
heathens stop
perfectly healthy
babies from
breathing.

one day i hope
that my
political dance
will find these
heathen's graves
of which i will
stomp upon
and not prance.

---Some lyrics to a Christian song I have been working on.---
____________

His arms are strong, they hold me up high in the blue.

His arms can hold up not just me,
but also you.

And in His presence we all will be set free.

'Cause in His arms, up high He raises.

Your faith in Him is what has guided thee.

To sing of Him and all His praises.

Lets live forever...

forever ...in His house of tranquility.

Chorus:
Cause in the blue sky's where I wanna be -
Where we all can be family -

Where the world finds peace ......'sigh' finally -
Its all that I hoped and prayed it would be -

Our souls to live on for eternity -
With His majestic view....so plain to see -

Cause In the blue sky's where I wanna be -
I want to thank Him with tears so... graciously.
Thank Him for paradise.....
that He's arranged for us - so wonderfully....

Lying naked next to her in the dark was a mistake

Violently our bodies became one without a second to waste

She was a perfect storm that night

Fevered fornication until
the next day's light

In and out we loved with great emphatic haste

Memories we both will
load to easily *******

change...

green grass,
dead grass.

what lies
on the
other side
of the fence?

i crane
i jump but
i can't see.

nostradamus
liked change
when it was
absolutely
meant to be.

change...

not to be
confused with
that of which
sits in
my pocket.

but change,
change of which
obama spoke of
and failed like
an unflyable rocket.

change....

like how
people change
partners because
they need
something "fresh"
something new.

change...

can be
good but...
change can be
devastating too.

the sun
may
decorate
the sky.

but you
my darling
sun flare.

you,

you
decorate
my
universe.

together,
we are
light years
of love.

together,
our heat
can rival
the sun.

growing up
  without
a father was
in fact,
   the most
painful
  experience
of my
      

     life.

these are
  wounds that
  never heal.

scars that,
   you can't see.

a lifelong pain,
   just for

      me.

-

    love

does not

           always

                follow

    all of

             the

         instructions.

You have once again allowed my earthly soul to mingle with the earthly souls of others.
I have awakened from an evening's slumber to slowly remove my bed's covers.
A morning person I am.... all chatty and full of smiles.
But don't you worry...I eventually hush myself after while.
It's just that, when my eyes first open, I feel like there is so much to do.
Like...sharing myself with the world ..and my poetry too.
Always humbled by any like soul that reads my words.
I rise, I try to shine...I serenade you all like dawn's chatty birds.
My second chance at life will not be wasted.
From dawn to dusk each day will be thoughtfully tasted.
To then at day's end... lay my head down on my pillows to rest.
And dream of more sunsets on the horizon off to my west.

....to awaken once more
....standing in awe at life's door
....and sharing myself with those in need of an encore.

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

sight
hearing
smell
taste
touch

the unwanted
copperish hue
rusts and
corrodes
what
once
appeared as
a
silvery
imperishable
deathless
mainstay.

remember;

nothing
lasts
forever
including
today.

the
sage lines
upon
your face...
just like
those rusty
copperish hues
will also
be gone
one day.