Caleb;
my 4 year old grandson
he,

he
helped me
check and fill
my work truck
tires today.

he put the
valve caps
back on
too....

tightly.

he made sure
they were
tight for
his papa.

he put
the screws
back in
outlet covers
as we
installed those
snap on
night light
outlet covers.


then,

he drank
chocolate milk and i had
coffee on our
lunch break
together.

we took
a nap
together,
just Caleb and
his papa.

we awoke
and then
checked
the pressure
on his bike
tires as
requested by
my 4 year old grandson.

they were low,
so Caleb
advised his papa
that they are
in need of air
so we filled
them together.

we then
took his bike
up and down
the
city sidewalks.

this boy is
so smart that
he knows the
new concrete
from the old
because he knows
that's what his
papa does.

we get
all the way
down the street
and he sees
new sidewalk
and he asks,
"papa....did
you put this
concrete here"?

just then,
my friend that
owns that home
and new concrete
pulled into
his driveway.

i looked at
Caleb and
my friend and Caleb
asked,
"did my papa put this
concrete in here
for you"
to where
my friend says
"yep,
your papa is
the best".
Caleb looked
at him
and said....

"my papa
is the best".

we turn around
from there
and begin
heading back
home and
Caleb says
to me,
"papa,
I LOVE YOU"
...

..

we had more
fun from there
like seeing
my childhood
friend Mario
drive by and stop
to say hi and
give us a hug
but,
those genuine
words
from my
4 year old
grandson Caleb
was all
that this papa
needed.

to be loved
for who
he is.

that's all that i
have ever asked for.

please don't
ever try to change me because,

i won't......

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.

puddles
are not
oceans.

i prefer
to drift
in the
vastness
of an ocean,

to driving
in haste
through a
stationary
puddle.

exploration
is the
breath
of life.

exploration
only heightens
the
foreplay.

if she were
to come back
to this life as
a wind chime?

each wind
swept melody
would whisper;

babe i love you.

the breaking
of
one wave
could never
explain
the entire
ocean

I've had
more adenosine
injected into
an IV
and emptied
inside of me
that it
actually
should have
been considered
obscene

don't
live
a
life
haunted
by
what
could
have
been

live
a
life
that's
been
and
the
ghosts
will
never
exist


Đaviđ

Yes;

I survived
end stage
Congestive
Heart Failure,
I sure did.

And
that stage
may be over
but;

the
PTSD stage
now
remains.


Đaviđ

you can't create
memories if
the only memory
that you have is
you pushing
yourself away
from making
memories

onions make
me cry

love makes
me cry
the blues

they both
produce tears
from my eyes

but one makes
my heart
hurt too

the river
lain posthumous
after i
had slain
it with
swords of
drought and
saharan war

my sword
of darkness
has never
been rivaled
competitively

to rain
upon your
river and
replenish your
bountiful tide

thou should
never tempt
my sword
of darkness

my sword
is mystery
and has
left
them breathless

drowning in
my river
is an
every day
occurrence

i expect
to see
you
washed upon
my shore
with a
white flag

just as
those prior
to you

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".

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.

3 letters

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

Those 3 letters
are
F U N !

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