I don't find beauty in layers of makeup etc.

I am a man that adores a woman's natural humble beauty.

Stay humble ladies.

-

    love

does not

           always

                follow

    all of

             the

         instructions.

she's
  
  a song

that

     you will

never know

        because

you never

          listened.

Hand in hand we walk together,
God's grace warms us from above.
It's Him I thank each day I wake
for blessing me with all your love.

You're the sunshine in my morning
and the bird that sings my song.
In this life when I am troubled
it's you who keeps me strong.

You're the wind beneath my wings
as this eagle takes to flight.
You're the stars that brighten up my sky
in the darkness of the night.

You're the mother of my children
and the air that gives me life.
My truest friend of all...
my heart, my soul, my wife.

in a
  mirror,

your eyes
  are the

hungry
    language
of love

i mean,

  let's be frank
here.

you haven't
   sipped
from me
  in a lifetime.

nor have
  i wanted
or wasted
   my moments
drinking
    in you!

i know
   what we are
and what
   we should do
but....

  just put
more makeup
   on that pig...

but eventually,

  you too
will realize that
  no amount
of makeup
  can pretty
what is ugly.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'

As the
  Autumn leaves
    die....

their life giver
  is STILL
   alive.

i seen faith flowing forcefully,
endlessly,
   into the gutter.

hope fragmented,
  viciously
  splattered upon the earth.

  trust is a cold piece of steel in  ones hip pocket.

  just to live is becoming tiresome,
  almost a chore,
always looking over your shoulder.

I invite
old and weary
death,
into my home
every day.

Death is brittle
and non threatening.

Death sits,
and enjoys a
cup of coffee
with me as
death rocks
in my rocking chair.

We sat in
"dead silence"
and just sized
one another up.

After finishing
our coffee,
death wearily
rose its feet.

Death paced the
room for a moment and then
turned its back
to me and walked
towards my
front door.

As death exited
the threshold
of my home I....

I shouted out
to death,
"I guess that I
will see you again tomorrow?
I'll be sure to
have the coffee on".

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

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

I feel your lips on my shoulder

I quiver , you tremble

not sure I can take you getting any closer.

The warmth of your breath in my ear

a whisper of love
butterflies in mass, together as one may be near.

Effortlessly my hands glide through your curves

as
we climb the mountain together

the moment has taken us to a crescendo of nerves.

The summit , now in full view

the sun, it glistens from the sweat of our bodies

we are now one, no longer are we two.

The loving wipe of a brow

eyes that tell the story

a fulfilled smile , a deep breath

.....wow.

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.

Love

   does not

      always

          follow

     the

         instructions...



Because

      love

                     is

          always

                u
                n
                d
                e
                r


c o n s t r u c t i o n

Lying naked next to her in the dark was a mistake

Violently our bodies became one without a second to waste

She was a perfect storm that night

Fevered fornication until
the next day's light

In and out we loved with great emphatic haste

Memories we both will
load to easily *******

From the wind it fell
Across my nose that I knew so well

Hints of warm apples and spice
Surrounding me not just once - but twice

An orangish hue now crossed my eyes
There on the steps is where the pumpkin lies

Crunching sounds with every step
Under my feet where fallen leaves slept

Hot chocolate steams the children's noses
Autumn is here as Summer finally closes

Football on Sunday, the kids back in school
Sauce on the stove - I need to be a rule

Shoveling snow before long - this I know
Stealing a kiss from your love under mistletoe

A Winter wonderland is the cozy I adore
In just a few months I will cozy once more

the ebon
  sky was
dark
    tonight,

because....

every time
   that i
think about
      you...

    stars
  
    f
     a
     l
    l

from
  the sky.

Words
often leave
us hypnotized

their grouped
truth,.
validity
or relevance
to selfishness

words are... ..

couriers of
seduction or
couriers of
war

words describe
seasons they,
they describe
uniquity

words descibe
actions that
have been
left seasons
ago for
dead

words are
unnecessary
as we
plunge into
darkness on
the frills
and lace
of your
bed



"I am just writing....

for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet

build
  someone,

anyone
  up today....



without first,

   knocking
them

      d
     o
        w
     n,

be an

   overcomer.

Waiting
       to
           die

feels
           a lot

      like

           death.

   I drive

       yesterday

with my wife
      to a distant
location a few
        hours away

       and,
all it was

    was,

        anxiety

    for me.

        ******* drivers ,
       one after
    the other.

      My wife and I

    get to the point

       where we
realize that

    I simply

     dislike people-
  
      most people,
because of their
  selfishness and
the
ME ME ME
I I I I I I I,
      I come first
  way of these people.

    I have
       no fun
in life
     any more
       with these
people.

   I literally hate
     crowds because
I  dislike
     and
distrust
      people.

   I breathe in
anxiety
      and I exhale
anxiety.

     This life *****!!

   These people turn
me into,
      someone that
I don't like.

      And I am a man.
I never blame
     anyone for my
       troubles
          but;

a mere 5 minutes
  out in that world
    with those
ME ME ME ME
I I I I I folks?

   They turn my
blue skies BLACK!

  Some folks live life.
     I live this life
waiting to die just to get away
       from all of
the selfishness
          and
           anxiety.

   The rounds
that I keep
    going back
into the ring for?

   Those aren't
       for me
any longer.

    I have lived
what life that
   I wanted to.

  But, for as
long as He
    deems it
     necessary
for me to
   step into
that ring....

   I will honor
His wishes.

I may not have ever been your first choice but
let me tell ya,
I would be honored and intensely love....
to be
your last choice
in this 24 hour cycle of days that we call life.