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 ****

she was
supposed to
be
'thee one'
to finish
all of my
sentences?

well,
i guess
that
she did.

she finished
them all
with a
question mark.

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

The climactic colors of Fall will always leave me in awe.

A fresh cool crisp breeze readying me for the approaching Winter freeze.

I wave goodbye to Summer's unclean feeling and sweat, with absolutely not a shred of hesitation nor regret.

Bring me trick or treaters, pumpkins and scarecrows in the field, bring a welcome pause of work for my aging body to heal.

My eyes feed my soul as I gasp at Autumn's beauty and power, whilst I patiently wait for a new beginning and Spring's commitment to bringing April showers.

...we are all God's lovely and intricate perennial flowers.

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

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.

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

There are unopened gifts around us aplenty

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

if you
believe
in
death

then,

why not
live?

All things can not be mended.
Some things will always remain "broken" as they were intended.
The intricacies of "broken" dive fathoms into the deepest of seas.
Shackled to the ocean floor, "broken" by a lifetime's captivity.

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

In days
of
high anxiety
like these.

Days of
awakening
fresh and,
wiping
the sleep
from the
corner of
our eyes
to only
find that
the nightmare
is reality.

It's then that
I toss my
satin sheets
aside that are hugging my
naked body
and its
"morning wood";

rush
a shower
and throw
some coffee
upon my
inner spirit
animal
with a roar...

It's then that,

I always
find that I
lead myself
down by
the mighty
Niagara river.

It's here by
the mighty
Niagara river
that ...

my life
rides each
wave that
crashes up
against
the shore.

And...

The larger
the boat,
the bigger
the wave
that seeps
inside these
older bones.

The more
brilliant a
blue the sky.

The brighter
that the
yellow orb
shines,

The more diamonds that
shimmer atop
the mighty
Niagara river....?

The quicker that
my anxiety
yields to
the idea of....

"just another day",

which;

we all
it is not.

Trees forcefully stretched towards the eastern sky.
Timeless winds prevail, they mightily gust and howl.
They continue to bully the brown barked armored one.
Perhaps each day winning, even if by the millimeter.

Long slendered roughly textured bases.
Covered with a bright green moss on the cooler side, the shady side.
Feet rooted deeply into the soil which serves as its lifeline.
Making every branch that much more full, more robust.
Every leaf as green as jade, like the suit of a leprechaun.

Limbs at times if looked upon closely enough,
limbs that appear to reach the sun and clouds.
Wrapping themselves around each star, each moon.
Hugging them and thanking them for their galactic beauty.

A place of shelter and refuge for our feathered friends.
Riding out every storm in nested homes.
The aerie, the place they call their own.
Of straw, of mud and grass their castle in the sky.

A place of rest for metal cylinders.
Tied together in hopes of the wind kissing them.
This strange arrangement begins to sing.
It sings a melody to soften the hardest ear.

Where the catcher of dreams never sleeps.
It lies awake there, hanging, willow hooped.
Webbed like a spiders lair.
This one oddly enough has feathers.

Protecting its owner from nightmares.
The ones that eventually fade in the light of day.
Good dreams pass through sliding down the decorative feathers.
To comfort and nestle its unknowing sleeper.

That weathered tree will always live on.
Connecting all forms of creation.
Worldly and cosmic.
Uniting the earth with the heavens until there is no more.

there was
a voice
amongst
the
wind chimes.

it sang
softly
but
noticably
through
the wind.

it whispered
a melody
carried
boldy
to my ear.

but
like a
lullaby,
the breeze
heavied
my
eyelids.

the
clanking
chimes
drifting
me to
sleep.

the
voice
amongst
the
wind chimes
whispers...

rest now,

good night.

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.

have you
       ever felt

            like
         someone's
          second
        phone call

              so;
          you don't
           answer

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

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.

You waltzed into my life without caring whom you might ******* and destroy, or how many.

You rudely and violently attacked a man that did not deserve a fight with you, but then again not many do.

You took from me the only man I ever in 'my life' looked up to for still my many unanswered questions about life.

The one man that was my beacon whom guided me through every storm .....until the rain and howling winds eventually had passed me by.

HATE.

Hate is a very strong word therefore I very seldom use the word.
But cancer, know this, I HATE YOU!
You have devastated my life once already in a way that has put me into a place that there is no coming back from.

Alas, however,
.... I refuse to allow you to destroy whatever life I may have left!

My life that I once knew is certainly in ruins after I saw how you treated and violated one of the most lovable men that has graced this Earth.

It may be dark at times where I reside now and perhaps forever more,  
but I will not allow you to keep my eyes from absorbing the rich sunlight that will grant this flower the nutrients needed to continue to grow.

You brought me to my knees in one fell swoop.
But I will rise once again I hope one day soon.

One day soon I will stand tall like a redwood just so that I can eventually look down upon you.

Look down upon you and feel like I beat you,
not only for me but,
... for my Dad that you murdered in front of my eyes without care.