if i had to write
(and i do believe i do)
about how much it means to me

the flowers
girls and their shorts
the trees..

i think that i would start with
saying something about a feeling
at ease... free

neatly tucked in a small town
not far from down-
town,

in a little spot i like to call home
a sense fills senses
unaware... warm

with sun on my face, a
particular place
away from "rat-race)

called Denton

random stranger
met him on the street
we shared a table
and conversation turned deep

never met a stranger
this day was quite unique
so convinced of fables
as we talked awhile of "peace"

i wonder if ever there was a stranger
person i could greet
who held so true to labels
like childhood tales and dreams

seeking shelter

The lights go out and the walls begin to rattle.
17 men sleep on the floor in one small dining room's shadow.
The sounds of sniffles and coughs spike, then die out neat.
The real crescendo comes two minutes later, when snoring begins to peak.

On hard linoleum floor, packed in elbow to elbow,
with all the sound of appliances in the kitchen
And now of course, this human instrumental...

Good food,
we all get to eat,
glass still half full
when you remember...
It's either stinky feet,
or a night on the street

gather-grab up the positivity
bottle it, store it
life is beauty warm
you can't ignore it

last couple of days 've been a reel ego-boost
i write too much about downs
but i'll always speak the truth
And the truth about the way
that I've been feeling today
Is that there aint no place to go but up from here
Am I High?
I may need ta check and see
'cause as far as i can tell
Nothing right now could hold me

breathe it in
like fresh wind from the sea
deep breath . . exhale
[ it's positivity ]

an anniversary of a three year old’s             laugh
never old enough to get laugh                               lines
before she flat lined and I                                              wept
I went to visit a teacher today at “Stovall          Hall”
stayed to watch class and enjoy the                              music
haven’t danced in over a year and almost forgot what      for
my body remembers, as does my mind and both are             unforgiving
I feel sometimes that I’ve been living a life that’s lost in reality’s  creases
and my only way out and forward is simply determined                   in
what I do now to stay close and find hope for                                   myself

I typically rhyme
in sixes and sevens,
Count syllables in lines
If you think I’m bull-shittin’