if i could lay the lines
the total of my heart
if i could stream the emotions
of the secrets of my thought
if i could tell you the feelings
that give my stomach knot
i would be king of the world
if it was my love you sought

some people can spot a flaw at a 1000 yards but wouldn't see a blessing if it kissed them on the cheek

trust is root on the tree of friendship and its fruit laughter

you cannot ensure or predict your legacy, so worry not once about it

how much love passes you by...

because you can't see through yourself

animals dream... but, hopes and dreams are purely a human condition, how much happier would we be without the let downs

You know that feeling you get when you are watching someone do something totally different than you do it?

when my love gate opens you better have a lifeboat ready

how many lives
must we endure
how many souls
to make sure
that life ever
however short
we love
we love
we love forever

i guess love also takes the path of least resistance, this is why my heart always thinks of you

it is easy, 9 of 10 communications are wants or complaints...be a helper or listener

some ears listen for need
some listen out of greed
some only to find fault
some to issue verbal assault
some to form negative reply
some to pass the time by
some with loving care
some only to find the err

i pondered why everyone looks down at me, and so i looked down and found nothing and realized i must be at the bottom

lost in the soulless city of needs, wants and addictions, with my fellow lost souls

this poem was so much better over on the 502 error side of the universe

it's a one way trip
through this dream
and a quick one
be kind, and love
love with a one of a kind love
love in a never again love
love like you don't give a ****
love if nothing is returned
love and love again
love blind

you never see it coming when those feelings lock on and hit your heart like a love missile and blast the pain away, at least for a little while

I saw a quick smile today
I hit the deck by the way
A surprise attack you see
It was pointed right at me
I'll return fire but slow
Cause I'm way low on ammo

quantum entanglement i assume
spooky movements in the room
your photons...blazing
your vibrations...amazing
your frequency...tuned
my mind...consumed

I've got a little place
close to my heart
I keep people there
but only their best part

I only take their best things
the bad, just pass on by
I don't always know what I'm taking
and don't always know why

They stay in that place
and I hope they get along
cause they will be there
until I am gone

I think they get blended
into this thing you see
I think they get blended
into this thing called me

the end
is at the beginning
the beginning
is at the end
the middle
is round and round
and full of pies
i wish i could be a circle
more than just the middle

my father told me that if I wanted to be rich, find something to make, make it well, and sell it for a profit; i'm only good at making mistakes.

a new approach
for the thousandth time
no more mister nice guy
i tell myself with confidence
and then my love of people
washes over the emotions
and my goofy self returns
like an old familiar friend

love keeps
my heart full
when i sleep
some amazing way
overnight grows
like molding clay
swells and finds store
to love you more

insomnia and hazy skies bloodshot her eyes
sirens of collective fears ring in her ears
the rot of unkempt boroughs stings her nose
graffiti called art is plastered on her heart
tears and slave chains drag through her veins
homelessness and mangy mutt fill her bloated gut
but her clothes finest sold and her crown solid gold

i know a guy
he lives nearby
on absolutist street
the other day
he was going away
the street had two directions
it went either always or never
he pondered the turn from his drive
he always went the always way
and never went the never
........never to return

how can it be
no one remembers me
my name is
we've met before this
I speak and make sound
I stand and feel ground
I smile and frown
just let me down
and forget
no regret

before we go any further you tribe of so called poets, can we be weird friends without it getting weird

i would like to expand an idea
and maybe rhyme the name maria
beyond a few lines of thought
but your attention span is naught

Love doesn't need
sight or sound
soft touch or seed in ground
the finest waft of smell
or coolest water from well
kind words or smiles fake
it only needs removal of hate

This could be my last, your first, and our only...nobody really knows but you

After this went unread for a month,
i guess i forgot about never...

No worries never is my normal

i need a new word
for this feeling i have
____ is far to weak
for the job at hand

hide the pain
of my loneliness
smile and hug
in hopes of
someone's attention
in hopes
hopes

If there is nothing new under the sun
I must be on night shift

the love will unfold
the treasure you hold
the miracle you mold
the future foretold
the blessings behold
the reward pure gold
the gift a thousandfold

i have accounts on all the social media sites, with zero followers...that is my ultimate goal as the best uninfluencer

ive been trying to sell me
to myself and others
that im
happy
attractive
funny
smart
likeable
AND
truth is
im not very convincing
maybe truth is
im not

my superpower is quite unique
not power to protect the weak
not some bug of bat want to be
not some wonder or super bee
i can be forgotten in a second
the power of memory stealth i reckon
you will not recall any of me...ever
and in nothingness i will live forever

The alarm clock and the wall clock and the watch all attempt to tell me what time it is...but it is always NOW

I will have
  no worries
    no pains
      no mistrusts
        no anxieties
          no problems
        the day after
      I die

the poem of the forest
is rustled by the tree
the whale tones
the song of the sea
the eagle refrains
the hymn of the sky
but the vulture's verse
is silence when you die
so make your verse with pen or voice
before old buzzard makes his choice

I'm an idiot
so I'm told
I'm stupid
said young and old
I'm dumb
estimate...ten-fold
not concerned
your opinion..oversold

I picked up a brush
and 80 bucks worth of paint.
After a few tries, I know
that kind of artist I ain't

So I will paint a picture
in your head
with the words
that I write instead

I'll start with the sky...
use your imagination
blue, blue like
the first day of summer vacation

Next is the grass,
tall and green
The breeze makes it wave
and the sun makes it sheen

Just beyond the grass
are the sand dunes
and just above that
a seagull looms

The air is sweet
with the scent of the ocean
and the coconut
in my suntan lotion

The sun is warm
and bright
I have to squint to see
that little boy's kite

I crest the dune,
and there is the sea
The waves crash and foam
and softly roar at me

I wade in; it is quite cold
Now let's sign this in the sand
where the waves hit the shore
and sea meets the air and the land

Now step back and look
What a wonderful view!
And the canvas can go wherever
because it is in you

within perfection
tested and raw
the critic's eye
will find flaw

you own my heart the rest of me is just plus plus

If a poem falls in the forest and nobody is there to read it, does it make a thought

If you pride yourself on being an *******
you have a lot to be proud of

People go to university to learn from a professor, if people truly learn from other's mistakes, I'm a professor

in the race of life, death gives you a head start, the trick is...never look back

cry in the rain and nobody will notice