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.

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

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

awakened by the soft murmur.
beauty gradually unfolding.

old gothic buildings, staring like steal and concrete giants.

the harbor bustling against the azure.

i've always enjoyed walking town alone.
a recluse with poems in pocket- some better than others.

sparrows fluttering about the mist.
the old age reincarnated.

miles of coastline...
one of the 7 wonders.

seagull cries echoing through wooden foundations.

i'd like to press my heart against the scenery -
so that i might implant my soul within this naturalistic view.

after walking for hours, i decided to grab a seat on a small bench.

i stared off into the blue and white foamy nothingness.

there must have been hundreds of people that walked past me.

oh!
how badly i'd like to spark up a conversation,
but no one sees me.
except of course,
the sea.

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!
💕💕💕

You shouldn't want "everyone" to stay.
You should only crave the needles in the hay.
Let the others walk,
and find others
to betray.

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

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

a top
and bottom
riddle
solved-
in the
middle

I am not
qualified
to judge

I am only
qualified
to listen


Đaviđ

"Inspired by a flicker"

An open empty canvas,
it sits by the candlelight,
adjacent to a bottle.

Spirits provoke an outpouring,
canvas becomes cluttered,
the ambiance provides emotion.

Verse after verse,
till the bottle runs dry,
your thirst now quenched.

A puddle of wax ,
a canvas full of soul,
is all that is left ...sitting in the dark.

===============



The leaves hung like rusted steel

It was more than just an Autumnal feel

These were moments for me to heal

This was when life got in my face and was real

Recognition of beauty which is inevitably dieing

Even those rusted steel leaves close to death were hanging on....
and still trying

when i left you love-

i didn't only leave you-

i left myself too-

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.

Creatures of habit we are -

We all live in moments -

The freshest moments are what we preach -

until the next moment...

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

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-

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

I just looked- smiled - and drove away.

the lost
will always
roam

leave
them be,

they are
in search
of a
forever home.

Time.
Time has taken away so many things in this life but what is its greatest theft?

It has already stolen away the inhales and the exhales that I have left.

It has taken away the lives of some that I wasn't ready  to lose.

It has stolen away my childhood and certainly the days of my youth.

It has taken away my peace and quiet and left me with chaos inside my head.

It has stolen away the words I wake up sweating and mumbling in my bed.

I won't allow it to take my freedom because when I am free that's when I am really me.

And when I am really me is when my heart, my spirt and my soul smile so beamingly.

I like when I feel a smile on my lips instead of my usual frown.

Time is what we make of it for ourselves, and before the sands of time have all run down...

I won't allow time to steal away, my alone time that I crave and have rightly earned.

In my vehicle all by myself just looking around through eyes of so much learned.

Time,

if you take me away,
you take my breath and steal from me the alone time that I seek?

As I fade away,
my tears will be plenty that stream unrelenting down my cheeks.

I write most times just to,
allow myself
outside of
myself

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 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 ******-