Daylight never waits
Why am I cooped up inside?
Phones ringtone on mute.

Words won't reach the shore
"I love yous" kept in a chest
Claimed by ocean depths.

Loves not a gadget
Or a novelty item
It is tried and true.

We have hit a slump
Same words in repetition
A form letter love.

I don't know your name
Introductions unneeded
Look of love we seek

Don't need to be loved
I tell myself that each day
Yet, loved anyway.

How then , does love end
When like acid their words burn ,
right through to your soul.

When love turned spiteful
When questions had no answers
and we fell to earth.

Love was nearing the rocks
It had set sail years ago
Map old and yellowed
Devotion waited ashore
As storms of distrust moved in.

He was much older.
I was grossly immature.
A father to me.
We got married on the sixth.
Annulment on the seventh.

I'm no math genius.
But I sure have your number.
You're not hard to peg.

Maybe when we're old
We'll treasure our memories
Like silver and gold.

If you had millions
Would your words have more value?
Would they change more minds?

No sleep comes tonight
My mind toils till mornings light
Without my consent

Pen needs warming up
Write whatever comes to mind
Like a morning stretch.

I wish you were mine
To someone else you belong
I'll still sing your song.

My mirror image
Ready for the red carpet?
Truth glares back at me.

Feel a sense of dread
While walking to the mirror
Maybe I'll sneak up.

They say it's human
To slip up and make mistakes
It's my career!

I could write something,
about misunderstanding
You wouldn't get it

I misunderstood
I thought saying I love you,
came without a price.

The cat and the bird
Mockingbird dive bombs the cat
Flurry of feathers.

Often tell myself
If I had millions to spend
Couldn't buy me time.

Money's like making bread
You're either rolling in it
Or you really knead it.

Poetry is moods
A sampling of everything
Tasting of good foods

Tossed in my sleep
Morning feels like Monday blues
Gagged on black coffee.

Pretty mosaic
Each piece represents a dream
Future's bright picture

Music is the cure
For whatever may ail you
Rhythm in pill form

You took my best side
Left me with this angry scar
My worst side exposed.

My cat knows his name
He chooses not to respond
God I envy him.

I am sixty one
I've had my day in the sun
From time I won't run.

Alone I set out
The path unpaved, dips and curves
The horizon lost

"Uh oh" all you said
when my life became a mess.
"Walk it off" you say

Retracing my steps
My path not yet really clear
Steps forward I fear

You're not what I see
Dark and sordid history
Just a mystery

I'm losing my voice
My song can't break barriers
Not without the choir

It's star light, star bright
First star I see tonight dims
So much for the rhyme

You get on my nerves
You are like the whistling wind
Underneath my door

I'd never hurt you
Can you please believe my words
They're all I can give.

In nightmares I've seen,
things that make a demon wince,
praying for mercy.

Dreams can be a nightmare
When at night you go to sleep
They can haunt you in the daytime too
Pray your soul to keep
But take them for what they are
The psyche branching out
Night terrors can occur as well
They make you scream and shout
There's nothing in the darkness
That's not present in the light
Remember that and don't you fear
Spirits tuck you in tonight.





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Nights can be my enemy
I don't sleep that well
A curse with little benefit
It can be a living hell
My mind it won't take a rest
Always poking me awake
Would not think that possible
With all the pills I take.
Some actually for sleep
All legal and prescribed
Some for other maladies,
I have not described
The real cure is tried and true
And legal in my state
Yet not in my facility
The rules they can dictate.
I guess you know the cure I mean
I've given you a clue
The munchies are a part of it
But that is nothing new.

I speak gibberish
It is my second language
Nonsense is my first

I don't like to preach
It puts others out of reach
I can only teach.

Think about someone
That you're like a stranger to
Then you've thought of me

To not feel useful
It's a fact of life for some.
Old and in the way.
Life and laughter for the young.
Singing the songs left unsung.

Why is the sky blue?
Why not, gods into pastels
If you're wondering
why the chicken crossed the road
Ask Col. Sanders fry cook.

**** them with kindness
When they treating you like s**t
What a load of crap

I still remember.
The sadnesses in old songs.
Still tug my heart strings.

I wish you the best
As you set out on your own
The world calls to you
How much you have grown
There may be some days
When you feel you need me
I'll still be around
To your troubles I'll see
I've always known
You were going places
From saving your pennies
To tying your shoelaces
Now you're an adult
But to me you'll always be
The inquisitive child
A reflection of me.