At sixteen,
  I knew the beauty of life,
      poor, hungry, but full of affection and tenderness,
I never suffered nor cried; until I met you.
you taught me love,
     pain, sadness, tears,
         when you left
             I learned of longing. . .
take me back to sixteen, b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶. . .

Happy thoughts are to sunshine as teardrops are to rain, someone better tell Noah to build another ark, before my world gets flooded

The past is a novel I'm working on , revising , rewriting , and discarding .

The future is a perfect Haiku I've yet to corrupt

.................P
Move      U    and    D
                                 O
                                 W
                              a N d     

Move it all           
   
      d       n
A                   u
       r      o
​​​​​​N

D
          
                                
S~h~A~k~e    

Your hands 
            n
             d        Your feet 

                        ....................
Put one foot !                  !
                       !      IN        !
                       !...................!
and  one foot    OUT 

Then MOVE them all about
   A
     K 
  ONE          Step        RIGHT
                                              H
                                              E
TFEL          PETS               ENO

& Cha Cha real SMOOTH

It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.

Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.

I'm always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is
forever.