“Stupid *******”
my monologue goes
inside my head
thinking of woes

Don’t say a word!
try to remain
as solid as a tree stump
after it rains

.      Where did your comfort light?
       Within your grass? *******


This is what happens when you have a long drive and some good lines come into your head. Then you do that voice to text thing because, hey you are driving!

But **** that voice to text **** can’t hear your words correctly because.... loud car. Then you are taking a sip of your tea but it spills and you get some cussing.

I constantly tell it
I’m good and ok
Alright I say
Even when I’m not
Because
You can’t know either
How would it be
If you found out
That I’m really
Just a broken
Piece
Of
Nothing

Like the tide
flow and Cycle
full and Inviting
yet shrinking to Escape
Leaving the flotsam
wondering If ...
will It Entice?
beckon a traveler
to outstretch a Hand
Lingering trails
onto the sands
Hearing a Lullaby
In the smashing surf
It seeks Attention
through It’s Harmony
Asking for the tie
a thread of Conjoining
the tide to the moon
to the shore
and the Land
Returning
the Ebb and flow

I keep trying to give up
But there is this innate thing
Inside me
That is persistently
Persevering

Call it “the survivor”
She is annoying
Stubborn
Nags at me

Tells me to
see the hope
And
find the gem
Or
give the chance

Seems this should be
Good, Great, Grand

But what if

Am I clinging to
Threads
and
False Hope
or
Futility

Do I
Return to the purge
Or
Finally flush it down

time will tell
but she ...
HA!
is the other stubborn ***** in my life

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry