Against the midnight sky the red rose dripped
their passion's
****** in panting breath.

A bouquet of love
with raw and rare emotions clinging to the humid air.

A droplet of moonlight seemed to caress her lips that I have longed to engage.

Long and hard I kissed her again, the midnight sky's red rose.

Her petals could make the softest of velvet jealous.

Her essence,
I never want to wash away from memory.

When you are happiest.
remember it.
If you were happy once,
it can happen again,
if you allow remembrance?
Storms of different levels
pass through our days.
Some linger and rage forever,
or so it seems.
While others race through,
like a thief in the night.
Never allow these storms
to destroy the sunshine you once knew,
your remembrance of happier days.
The sun will never shine
as much as we all hope.
Alas....
It's easy to forget the sunny days,
and the storms we seemingly never forget.
But ,the one thing you can never allow,
is to allow your sun to permanently set.

Rolling eyes that hide the wounds

A stranger to one self,
complete with stalking shadows and masks of masquerade

Salty tears invade the scars,
burning these painful moments,
prevent the proper healing.

A numbing blank stare arrives,
as cold as a murderer's heart,
my eyes now blind to beauty.

The path ahead is quicksand,
each step an exhaustive journey

Fragmented I may be, but quitting is not inside me.

i am a flower in bloom.

uniquely grown,
with unique characteristics.

make no mistake.

i can bloom without you!

by myself, alone,
this can happen,
it can indeed.

i am fully capable of watering myself with help from nary a soul.

in today's world,
you really are better off.

i mean....

who would you trust,
trust to water you everyday anyway?

that cloud,
  right there.

the one
that always
drifts away
  from others
and their
  mundane
    colors and
rituals.

that cloud
  right there
doesn't mimic
  the tired old
zombietic lines;

merry Christmas
happy birthday
happy new year
blah blah blah
and blaaaaah.

why?
  
right there,
   that cloud
is not a zombie.

it's beyond
  bored of
triviality and
  predictability.

  the more
that cloud,
  right there,

exists in
the sky,

   the more that
it wants to
   drift away from
the ones that
  all look the same.

i don't wish to
  cover up
the warmth
   of the sun but,

then again,
  i don't ever
get a chance to
   because....

the clouds that
  all look and
sound the same,
have blocked
  the sun from
shining on me
  for my entire
existence.

  that cloud,
right there?

 it holds
    torrential
rains...

it holds a
     billowing
   storm
  with his name.

hopefully,
  it won't downpour
years of thunder
  and lightning
over you.

that cloud,
  right there
is me.

that one cloud
   in an otherwise
cloudless sky.

L
O
V
E

Is

Not just
   something
         you say

L
O
V
E

Is

Something
      that you
            do

i literally
  write poetry
that people
   are so proud
to put up
   as memes
you understand?

i guess that
  memes are for
shorter,
    i want it now
  attention spans?

with me?
  you will
never get
   it now!

anticipation
  and foreplay
with words
  is who i am,
my vow.

there's
  absolutely
no fun
  in what
comes easy.

what's best
  is the thrill
of the chase
  and some
  lip licking
teasing.

your heart
  and your eyes
  choose
which human
   makes your....

pulse race,
    
your palms sweat,

   and butterflies
gather abundantly
   in your stomach.

attraction,

   magnetism,

gravitational pull.

they are all
  out of
your control.

your heart
   speaks
loudest.

making love in the rain

thank God for the rain, that puts out the fire


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

I am such a
  tortured soul.
More than
  anyone will
ever know.
   My heart
weeps every
   moment like
it is
    its job.
Leaving this
  earth is
the only time
  it will stop.
My thoughts
  are always
     stolen by
my heart.
   My heart
has controlled
  me right....

from the
    very start.

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

with a
    deep breath
he inhaled
  the
christmas
  lights
and snow
    as he drove
in the dark
  with a
broad smile.

  the next
morning,
   he was
dead.

Everyone is out here just trying to live their life

The ups the downs and how at times life cuts like a knife

The homeless are forgotten while the wealthy are cheered

Left to die in a bus shelter, alone with their frozen tears

I feel genuine sorrow and pain for the way that man felt he deserved to die

I can't ever imagine what he said in his last words as he shivered and looked up towards the sky

All that I know is when I first heard this story, I broke down and cried

But now he is wrapped in Heaven's warmth and by Jesus has been glorified

The pain of his earthly body and mind is forever no more

For now...
now he sleeps in a place with no more doors or frigid floors

Sleep warm tonight my friend

No more frozen tears for you tend

i write
  about her
often but,

  i am
sure that
      she
doesn't
    know it.

My heart raced -

until I left your bed.

You made mention of it.

You're a heart attack -

for someone unathletic.

Your
football team
is not
going to
win today because;

-"it's your birthday"

-it's your "anniversary"

-you're dying

-you "prayed"

-you had a slamming night of ***

-you didn't step on any cracks in the sidewalk

-you wore a certain shirt or some other stupid article of clothing

I'll tell you straight.


If your
football team wins?

They
will win
because they played better
than the
other football team did!

Sports fans...🙄

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

You may,
  sit upon me
and ride a ride
  that you feel
deep inside.

  Sitting upon me
    is an ******
that...
   you will
never hide.

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'
👷🏻‍♂️

the crow,
as black as
the ink
in newspapers
of yore...

rests on
a mountain
of white snow
along side
the
busy,
oft'
traveled
highway
of route #66.

as the
crow spreads
its wings
and
takes
flight,

for a few
moments
i live in
an old school
world
of only
black
and white.

cinnamon
apple pie
pumpkin spice
burning wood
and love
are the essences
carried within
every
Autumn's wind.

don't be shy
to,
dig in.

your **** hues,
they leave me
short of
breath

you are
thee one that
I will never
forget

when our
  
  marriage

ended with

    2 children

when we

    ourselves were

just children?

    my life

    also

ended.

lights begin
to fade-
battery life
in end
stage wane.

the black asphalt
sky-
with nary a star
to say
good bye.

perfect silence
without the
sound of time-
surroundings
are mute as
they mimic
a lifeless mime.

clouds roll in
and the rain
masks your
tears-
death has
come once again
and it now seems
to be in
high gear.

pick up
that rose and
take a deep
breath-
the essence
of life can
abruptly
change to
death.

Christmas will come and Christmas will go-
as years pass...
the empty
place settings
at the table
continue
to grow.

in a blink
it's all over
and done-
soon at that
table not
a face....
not one.

Like a bullet
life travels
in haste-
so try not
to waste
but savor...
each day's
uniqueness
and taste.

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

and
now...
the end
of
another
year.

another
year
in the
'proverbial'
rear-view
mirror.

they
come
and go
now-
for me
without
much
care.

another'new year'
looking
at me-
just
standing
there.

resolutions
made
by many
that
are
regurgitated
clichès
spoken
by
bottles of
liquor
and beer.

literally
uttered
in pubs
and
bars...
here
there,
everywhere.

but
yes,
i guess..

it
once
again
will
be
a
"new year".

and
once
again
by
midnight-

i'll
be
nestled
in bed
good
and tight-

just
like
any other
night
with
a smile
of
great
delight.

forgetting
the
world
and its
menacing,
regrettable
dark
light,

putting
it out
of mind
and
sight...

until
first
awakened
breath
at.....

daybreak's
first
light.

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'

cancer,

it
kills more
than
one
person
at a
time

in the wee
hours of a
july's
summer morn

congestive
heart failure
and it's
life changing
affects
were born.

my icu room
bustles with
panic
and worry

doctors and
nurses can
be heard
"Stat" -
let's hurry!

"it didn't
work"
as they
collectively
gasp in
a chain

"the right
side of his
neck,
look at his
distended
jugular vein"!

"nothing
has worked
and we've
tried
every med"

"all that
is left
is to
shock him-
fingers crossed
he doesn't
end up
dead".

"please sign
these papers
David, it's
all that we
have left
to save you"

"you need
to sign this
just in case
you die,
we want to
make sure
you don't
sue".

"we're
going to
put you
to sleep now-
so go ahead
and take
one
last breath"

"this sleep
may be
permanent-
this july
summer morn,
well..
it may be
your death".

i calmly
laid back
as they
put me
to sleep

no fear
and
no worries-
my own death
i didn't
even weep!

death did
not scare
me as i
faded
to black

i said
my goodbyes
without
one single
care if
i'd ever
be back!

you see,
this world
and its
denizens
scare me
more than
actual
death.

a smile
on my face
will be
evident upon
this man's
last breath.

the liars
the backstabbers
the fake
people in
this life

they all
come
equipped,
equipped
with a
knife.

so...

if i had
died
in july-
i wouldn't
have missed
much

just our
earthly
relationship-
we would
have lost
touch.

i just
about died
and the
few that
have
reached out

i now know
who's who-
and of that
there is
absolutely
no doubt!

my life
expectancy
is not that
of yours.

end stage
congestive
heart failure
had future
years close
their
own doors.

it is
what
it is-
you
are you
and i
am i

and
eventually
i'll tell ya....

we're all
going
to die.

'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'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️