we've plenty of time
the fountain of youth has drained
younger days bled dry.

No visitors come
old folks sad and unwanted
inside their still kids.
.

perfume on my wrists
reminds me of an old love
fragrance fueled the flame.

perfume on my wrists
reminds me of an old love
fragrance fueled the flame.

My mind is a blank
and no not normally so
lacking ideas

I'm beside myself
not ahead of or behind
things going sideways.

the outskirts of love
no party invitations
no phone calls received.

beauty speaks his name
van gogh turns an ear to hear
flowers in a vase

I've seen paradise
it is just a state of mind
yours differs from mine.

paralyzed by fear
too scared to answer the phone
or to leave my home.
people outside my door now
their voices are taunting me.

they laugh right out loud
the voices low and muffled
eyes pointing at me.

a pariah speaks.
"I am just understood",
"just don't ask around"!

slipped In the back way
his presence dark, face unknown
a crime of passion.

love without passion
a sun cracked barren desert
sad song of the wren.

habitual thief
time slowly steals years away
never know they've passed

the night sky patterns
heavenly constellation
a shared wish or two

I had a dream once
I had touched a dolphin's skin
peace had a texture.

peace of mind whispers
softly it serenades me
doves carry my voice

a penney saved is......
what the hell is a penney
and why save them

self centered people
look at me , I'm the best
talk right over you.

leaves have changed color
your colors have changed as well;
don't know who you are.

you act so perfect
as if you've never been wrong
But please don't down me
you've never walked in my shoes
you have never walked at all.

I've seen the middle
then at the top of my game
It all crashes down.

in a cardboard box
piled high with old photographs
I found you again

this little piggy
went to market for some slop
chopped up butcher shop.

plagiarists are thieves
take from you your blood and sweat
claim it as their own.

"you've one new message"
sets off something in my brain
a chug of pleasure

simple pleasures
kids play with their new puppy
the neighbors cookout.

why write poetry
someone said it doesn't pay
because saneness does!

poetry can soothe
the written word a cure all
your path becomes clear
the ink, your blood , sweat and tears
the paper, your mortal flesh.

poets can sway you
deep ingrained feelings flow
voiced by ink and pen

poets are wounded
they feel with both heart and mind
they've lived tragedy.

your side always right
political arguments
your views trump mine.

politics split us up
yours are not the same as mine
olive branches heal.

politics split us
yours are not the same as mine
olive branches heal.

always poor as dirt
learned that I didn't need much
just to need myself

unpopular me
not at the cool kid's table
plain jane not their style.

life is so precious
truly a gift from heaven
salvation through faith

why do you hate me?
I'm no different than you
hopes, I have many
dreams of everlasting love
my tears,  exactly like yours

in this jail I'll rot
Just a prisoner enslaved
by fears real or not

did you call my name
there you are on bended knee
pleading for Netflix!

Psychopaths will lie,
tell you what you want to hear
laugh at things you hold so dear
not care if you shed a tear
bring to light your darkest fear
feed upon terror raw and sheer
taunt you as they shout and jeer
cut your throat from ear to ear.

you're just psychotic
you color outside the lines
you buck the system.

Cleaned out purse today
everything accounted for
but the kitchen sink

Questions about life
Why only for so few years
Why not centuries.