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TheConcretePoet Feb 2020
he said, summer time is when.
he said, summer is when he would change.

not serious enough at that moment.
perhaps,
lip service to those willing to listen.

a game he often in his life has played with himself.
it's not born of lies, but rather procrastination.

he said, those pictures i've been wanting to organize and put into an album.

he said, that poem in my head that i've been wanting to write.

announcing to himself loudly, come summer time, summer time is when i will.

midway through spring,
the cold winter still thawing,
his own bones still frozen.

he notices his health deteriorating, slowly but walking towards the finish line.

a cough that lingers, shortness of breath.
energy reserves on fumes, he unknowingly falls gravely ill.

he says once again to himself.
summer time,
come summer time i will see my doctor.

he says, come summer time i will organize those photos.

he says, come summer time i will write that poem.

and.....
summer time never comes for him.
TheConcretePoet Apr 2020
do you
remember
that night
under a
full moon's
light?

i remember,

i remember it
like the
unique smell
of a
'flicked'
zippo lighter
on a
full moon's
summer
night.
think about that very unique aroma of a zippo lighter once "flicked".

Perhaps then you will understand my avenue...
TheConcretePoet Dec 2020
You are a meteor shower on a canvas made of ebon sky.

You shed ice and dust with a glow that is easy to identify.

You shower me with beauty and steal away my breath.

You my love make the universe envy,
you are different than all of the rest.

A mouthwatering masterpiece of expression and galactic hue.

Tonight darling
tonight.....

i've never seen anything more beautiful than you.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️
TheConcretePoet Apr 2020
🥀⚘💕💕⚘🥀

love is
not
a weapon

-

it is
a cure
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
I would love
to take back
the last
5 years
of my life
and
do them over.

But,
what would I
be looking for?

Perfect moments?

There are
no perfect moments
in life.

There are
only moments
that we can try
to make perfect.

Embrace
each sunrise
and sunset
because
none of them
will ever
be perfect.
The perfect sunny and 75° is within your heart and mind but, only if you choose to look for it there.
💞
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
Waking up on the weekend to the fragrant smell of fresh cut grass

The humming engine of the neighbors lawn mower over a few laughs

Coffee's aroma wafting from the kitchen into your bedroom

Ah yes, this is indeed what they call a lover's swoon

As the sun's rays come to play and splash through your open blinds

Paradise isn't far if you never leave it to far behind

Off to a hot shower as the summer rain's softly echo

I can smell the aromatic rain through my open bathroom window

It's a calm, it's never a storm to my senses

It's weekend pleasures of fantasy and white picket fences

Arise from your bed, wipe the sleep from your eyes

Say hello to this morning and forget the goodbyes
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
It was there,
now it's gone.
History destroyed
even the newest of dawns.

I live....yes,
sadly I just live.
Tough way to live when there is so much more to give.

Work to provide...
most days is just such a lonely ride.

Shower and eat,
can't wait to fall asleep.

Hoping soon to be dust,
in Heaven or bust.
TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
Vulnerability
and a
whimsical
aloofness can
provide an
unselfish love
of truth
innocence
and
genuineness.

Don't love
conditionally
or with
strings attached.

Everyone is
different.
Everyone is an
individual.
Everyone is
unique.

Love because
your heart
and soul
overflow with
an unselfish
pureness.



Đaviđ
💞🙏🏻💞
TheConcretePoet
TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
What about me?
L👀k at me.

This:
Is
A human beings
predictable
selfish behavior.

It seeps out
of some.
It oozes out
of some.

When we stop
putting so much
emphasis,
so much energy
into worrying;

what about me?

That's when you
have arrived.
That's when you
have figured
out life.

Look around you.
There is so much
happening
around you,
besides you.

Stop making
life just
about you.

That's the
best way of
failing
at life.

We all have
mountains
to climb.

You can get
to the top by
remaining
humble
and kind.


Đaviđ
TheConcretePoet Mar 2020
Eyes open
A quick stretch for the sky
Bones crackle
A independent scratch
The ceiling is still there
My legs touch the floor
A walk around the bed
My bladder cries to be emptied
Splash some cold water on my face
Laugh at the person in the mirror
Ready some coffee to brew
Sabre needs to go outside
Wipe his monstrous muddy paws
Ah, I smell the coffee now
Some cream and sugar please
Sit down with morning coffee
Write something just like this
Brush my teeth
Take Sabre for a walk
The morning rush is over with a shower
Daytime drama of life ensues
Night falls
I nestle in my bed for another gifted night
Eyes open tomorrow to do it all over again?
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
i
wish
that
i
could
tell
you,

like
soured
milk,
so long
overdue.

like
birds
that
fly
south
before
the
snow,

i wish
it
had
flown
from
my lips,
long
long
ago.

like
a
rose
in
full
bloom
and
the
bee
that
buzzes
above,

i'll
have
to
fly
away
in
peace,
just
as
a
graceful
dove.

some
things
can
never
be
spoken,
some
things
can
just
never
be,

some
thoughts
get
treated
as a
lifetime
prisoner,
...

never
to
be
freed.
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Through the forest of trees from your lips

   I can read your unspoken words.

       As each leaf falls

   the view becomes much more clear.

       Words that once reverberated through the forest

   seem as lifeless as the fallen leaves at my feet.

        I await a rush of fresh air

    to stir and animate the dead silence around me.
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
writers
write

poets
poet
TheConcretePoet Feb 2020
all of
those tears
that watered
my mind,

i've used to
grow poems
everytime
that you cry.
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
This morning
after I had
      awaken,
           I noticed that a frost
             had developed outdoors
        and inside
           my heart.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
I am
a cul de sac
traveling with
two hands
on the
wheel

you are
a
los angeles
freeway with
your hands
everywhere
but where
they
need be
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
I mean,

I can write a country song about what a "hurricane" is s'pose to be ...

but,

I can't make her materialize and..
sweep her off of her feet ....
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Try
    
           and keep

     your
          feet

                 from
   moving

             down

         any

                 dead
end

    street,

           mistakes

               on those

   dead ends

       are
           not

               ones to

         repeat
TheConcretePoet Jan 2020
after

                taking your

         last breath,

   what happens

                   next?
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Happiness is only created when one's self is oblivious to the world.
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
As the
  Autumn leaves
    die....

their life giver
  is STILL
   alive.
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
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.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
I have,
swam in waters
like hers on
redundant occasions

i crave oceans,
not the puddles
she passes off
as oceans

her waves are
flat and
mundane....

i know.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Violently sensual, the jackal
in lustful greed
stalked his lover
in the air of ebon skies,
her legs as long as a gazelle.
the pack he left
to devour this beauty solo.
salivating are his jackal taste buds.
opportunistic and profoundly proficient is this jackal of the night.
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
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 *******
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
You may,
  sit upon me
and ride a ride
  that you feel
deep inside.

  Sitting upon me
    is an ******
that...
   you will
never hide.
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
when our
  
  marriage

ended with

    2 children

when we

    ourselves were

just children?

    my life

    also

ended.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Life's skies
are
never lost
upon
an
admirer's eyes.
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
the ebon
  sky was
dark
    tonight,

because....

every time
   that i
think about
      you...

    stars
  
    f
     a
     l
    l

from
  the sky.
TheConcretePoet Feb 2020
the cool air
from the fan
fought the
heat of
death's moment

his chest
would rise
no more
as cancer
had won

just 6 months
prior,
so full
of life and
excitement

withered away,
unrecognizable,
in 6 short
months
his life
was done

no more boat...
no more
fishing gear

no more living
in death's
shadow...
no more fear

6 months of
tortured
existence...

gone like
his life are the
6 months of
what ifs?

and,
just like that
life's paradise
can end

a death sentence
is not something
that paradise
can defend

the heat of
death's moment
will arrive
for all of
us too

just turn
the fan on
high and
drift away
in a sky
so blue.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Eyes peel open    -        
my nostrils tingle -
as the smells of soil and sweat
                          permeate the air.

The heat and humidity is unbearable    -
breathing shallow -
            movement restricted.

I only wish to wipe the sleep
from my eyes -
who would prevent me      -      
              such a simple request?

Anxiety billows for                
a brief moment      -
surrendering complacently -
as the frequency of
my rising chest
                                    slows.

I sense my sightless eyes
dimming                                -
resting shut -

I am so tired...
                    over the fence they go -
one  -
           two.        -
three...
                  their fleece as white as snow.
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
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.
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Fingers

     fingered

        fine

          finality
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
dreams
    do
   speak

but

ink
pens
scream


  last evening's images while asleep

    woke me up at a quarter to four

   captive, this dream was only for me

   i fell back asleep ... my subconscious yearned for more

ink to paper, this dream one day i might,

   share the sugary sweetness of this
  dream's
delicious delight
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
i'd ask you
  what's wrong

but,

   there's
no need
    chasing after
what's already

     g

o

       n

e
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Silence is

    Also communication
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Blah blah blah with her...

She loved to be eaten.

And she loved a hard long ***** that well....

others took notice.
#iveneverhaditlikethatbefore

she asserted
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
not only do i
  need her but
i want her.

those
   green emerald
eyes like
  2 emerald
shards of ice.

those
   mesmerizing *******
  and gum drop
******* that
  poke through
every piece of
   clothing.

that
   hourglass figure
that haunts
  me as i sleep.

those lips...
   where kisses
are meant
   to be missed.

one night,
  i wish to
have my
   own lips
buried deep
  within her
thighs.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
if i blindfolded you-

spun you around-

left you waiting for my voice's whispered command-

if i suddenly kissed you-

would you know that those are my lips?

something tells me that you would-

you often dined upon my lips
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
awakened by the soft murmur.
beauty gradually unfolding.

old gothic buildings, staring like steal and concrete giants.

the harbor bustling against the azure.

i've always enjoyed walking town alone.
a recluse with poems in pocket- some better than others.

sparrows fluttering about the mist.
the old age reincarnated.

miles of coastline...
one of the 7 wonders.

seagull cries echoing through wooden foundations.

i'd like to press my heart against the scenery -
so that i might implant my soul within this naturalistic view.

after walking for hours, i decided to grab a seat on a small bench.

i stared off into the blue and white foamy nothingness.

there must have been hundreds of people that walked past me.

oh!
how badly i'd like to spark up a conversation,
but no one sees me.
except of course,
the sea.
TheConcretePoet Apr 2020
a rapid flowing
river i may be

but ....

please,

please don't
miss out
on your
chance of

stopping-

and getting
to
know the
poet in me.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
I admit it.

I'm not like the others.

And that's not just okay but;

it's fxxking beautiful!
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Some people care when a poet dies,

visible by the moisture running from their eyes.

a poem is a conscience,

a report card,

a confession.

today my words turned the sun to clouds then into rain,

words at times that seem to ease the pain.

how can i taste what i’m mourning when sorrows door opens without warning?

when soon everything will be salt from the sea,

and riding the waves of eternity are me.
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Lust often
calls but,

it's 99.9%
of the
time left
with a
busy signal

i refuse
to answer
a call
from the
wild

i long
to hear
your seductive
lust over
my voicemail

tell me,
tell me
how lust
is love
and how
i am
"simply- robert palmer irresistible"

and how
white snake
asks in
song if,
"is this
love"
https://youtu.be/ujnH4yNqL8E
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
L
O
V
E

is a
haunting
melody that
I will
never commit
to song.

I want
to be
L
O
V
E
D
how the
Earth
L
O
V
E
S
the sun.

Without
the sun,
the Earth
in all of its
splendor
would exist
no more.


Poetry
is a
universal
L
O
V
E

I'll repeat,
a universal
L
O
V
E
The moon is just a mistress
The stars are love's lost
TheConcretePoet Feb 2020
"valentines"
are crushed
candy hearts
that read;
'not my valentine'.
TheConcretePoet Apr 2020
-

    love

does not

           always

                follow

    all of

             the

         instructions.
TheConcretePoet Feb 2020
we have
all tried to
"drown our
problems",
right?

the problem
with trying to
"drown our
problems"?

our problems
are better
swimmers than
we care
to admit.

they always
float back
to the
surface.
TheConcretePoet Mar 2020
be sure
to enjoy
your dreams
because
reality
is harsh
enough.
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
she's
  
  a song

that

     you will

never know

        because

you never

          listened.
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