with you

as

my canvas;

i prefer to

paint

by

#number#

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.

"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

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

weightlessly
the squirrel
frolics,
aping one
luft balloon
of 99.
a mighty oak
it climbs,
coming to rest
in the
lush canopy
along with
the balloon.
deflated,
the balloon
falls to the ground
while
the squirrel
looks down
at the
deflated balloon,
snickers,
and
continues
its frolicking
from tree top
to tree top.

if awkward ever had to live a life.

it would always have that unsure half a grin.

it would have hands that perspire.

two left feet and mumbled unrecognizable words.

eyes that almost always look down towards the floor.

shoulders that are slouched, seem deflated.

if it had a twin it would be 'silence'.

together they would be 'awkard silence'.

Loss.

Loss is not some figment of our imaginations.

Loss is waking up every morning and feeling that there is something very important that is missing.

In the pit of your stomach.
In the deepest recesses of your heart.

At the forefront of your mind.
Loss is an extreme emotion.

Because loss, is something that you know that you can never get back again.

Loss can leave you lost and nomadicly meandering unfamiliar paths most days and nights.

But,
but in those moments that the sun still shines,
shine....
shine brighter than it!

Make those around you always reach for their sunglasses.

The grey skies will always be there and during those, let those that we have lost, rain down on us so that for those moments, we may hide our tears.

Loss, is an emotion more extreme and intense than love.

Because, all that's left is to relive all of the memories of love without a further touch, but to look up into Heaven when we do and smile above.

have you
       ever felt

            like
         someone's
          second
        phone call

              so;
          you don't
           answer

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

I'm now just an old and brittle guy-
A slow deliberate gait when once I used to fly-
In the rear view mirror I wave at my youth-
Fifty-three this year, growing long in the tooth-
I can no longer portray a man made of steel-
Cause' unoiled and rusty is the way that I feel-
Acceptance of this reality, was my toughest fight yet-
I lived a life hopefully that I soon will never forget.