Sight
Hearing
Smell
Taste
Touch

Have no regrets of your past - or beginning chapters of your book.
The final chapters of your book have yet to be written.
The early chapters only breathe life into the conclusion.
The person writing the final chapter only becomes wiser as time marches on, or the story reaches its finale.
Continue to write in bold ink and nevermind the pencil and eraser.

Đaviđ

this sunrise
i smile but,
not sure
for how long?

does it end
when the birds
stop singing
their song?

i've never lived
"happily ever
after" even
for a day.

my mind loses
happy ever
after like a needle in
the hay.

i love to
be happy and
i really love to
smile.

but my mind
tells me
it hurts;
"you can only
smile for a
little while".

as daylight
expires i long
for a grin.

as night fall
takes root-
keep my
smile away
from the
winds.

i'm not some
kind of
monster-
i'm not a
miserable man.

i'm merely
just a man
that some-
may never
understand.

but please
know this-
some days
i even can't.

chf was just
another gale
force wind to
carry away
my boyish grin.

i'm not
wallowing in
pity,
i'm simply
fighting
with my mind to
get my smile
back again.

when next
to me
at a
red light
i see a red
porsche,
i have never
felt a
need to press
more firmly
on the gas pedal
of my car
and say,
later fella.

when i see an
attractive woman
out and about,
i have never
felt a need
to make sure
that i absolutely
stand out.

when i lay
in bed at night,
it's poetry that
captures my
dreams until
morning's first
light.

when i sit
by a fire
breathing in
the first
harvest moon,
i fantasize
about autumn
and its
climactic
hues soon.

when i see
the first
snowflake and
it makes me
reminisce,
the first time
we engaged
in a passionate
eskimo's kiss.

when i see
the sunrise
and a sky
grey or blue,
i have
another day
of being me
but most
importantly,
'be you'.

tragic is sadness-

when it bleeds and is in need-

of a tourniquet-


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

Give me two shots
of that
heart break
*****

She just called
to tell me that
her and me
are through

Looks like...

Another week of
suffering from
the brown bottle flu

My life can not
be sober if I
can't have
you.

Of heaven's rain a bird wets its beak.
The deer and the strays lap from the rising creek.
The lion's sacrifice the lambs unweak.

Horses and their shoes on a cobblestone road.
Lily pads a float to hold an old large toad.
Butterflies fly by with an innocence overload.

A dove bringing peace as it soars overhead.
Rabbits and squirrels frolic in their moist grassy bed.
Proof that God is alive, he's surely not dead.

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'
👷🏻‍♂️

🌇🏝🏜🏖🌅

Squeeze a cloud to quench a longing thirst.

Cobalt sky of blue and whitecaps of the sea.

Dive right into nature, willingly immerse.

God's canvas is a masterpiece, with stunning creativity.

White glittering sand;
children play in with their feet and hands.

A woodpecker's knock, a butterfly's innocence.

Worms wiggling along the wet morning sidewalk.

Drops of rain running down the white picket fence.

Smelling fresh coffee with a whisper of breakfast talk.

Bread in the toaster and eggs on the griddle.

This life God has given us,
is one beautiful riddle.

Open your front door, inhale another day's air.

Admire God's canvas and don't be afraid to stare.

He's my favorite artist....
all of His work I am fully aware.

👷🏻‍♂️

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.

One damp, dreary drizzly grey sky day, a ray of sunshine appeared .

I thought that I heard the doorbell ring, I rose, and then it rang again.

I opened the door to only find a weathered UPS uniform on my concrete stoop.

It smelled of Old Spice and sported a name tag that read " Fireball ".

A pair of black framed reading glasses on the inside of the vest pocket.

A gold plated belt buckle that boasts of how many times the world has been traveled around.

I bend down on one knee to greedily clutch what's left of "Fireball".

I cry, you're traveling is over Dad.
Come on inside now and out of the weather..... and stay with me forever.

Let's dry those wet clothes by the fire and talk about our time apart since you passed away.

I have lots of questions Dad...
We have lots of catching up to do.
I've missed you.

Ah yes...
moments.


Moments ,
are a big word for me lately because,
far too many human beings are guilty of simply living in particular moments.

When humans live in moments?

Humans
become predictable.


Đaviđ

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!
💕💕💕

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 ******-

I live
and hide
behind,
and inside
the words
of my
poetry.

I'm only
seen when
I want
to be
seen.

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

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'
👷🏻‍♂️

one's security with insecurity is a crippled crutch of illusion

forgive me, i'm too terrified to expound

i fear waking up in this land of confusion

explaining away misery is an unforgettable sound

When you're gone, you're gone.

Theirs or yours, apologies you can't take along.

All that's left to do is to put on a sad song.

And to sit and wonder where life went wrong.

if you
believe
in
death

then,

why not
live?