***** tastes better than the thought of you and her

there are so many definitions of poetry
yet the lines shout out my name
it's time to release some of my pain
write words about love and hate
as fast as I can, at every rate
pick up a pen, begin to write
start with an idea, a thought, a light
dreams and hopes are in creation
my pen turn curves with such imagination
emotion spilling out on every line
with a flow, a mark, with rhythm and rhyme
explaining a point with a written voice
revealing my life, showing my choice
feelings splashing on each page
I am no longer in my quiet stage
let it all out and set it all free
I call it my definition of poetry

me as a poet use my written words
and my canvas is you; "the reader"...

Reaching back, to the past,
hoping to pull something out of the wreck.
Nothing remains, but a fiery mess,
everything has changed.

I walk alone, down a lonely road,
I can't look back,
because if I do,
I won't continue.

I fight forward, struggling onward,
I leave everything.

Every name,
every touch,
every kiss,
every bit of love.

All of it.

I'm leaving you behind.

Fear in the bones,
fears I know,
all too well.

The chaos is raw,
what's wrong,
with me.

My legs are numb,
I can't run,
trapped.

I see the fire,
burning higher,
burn alive.

Cease all ****** functions,
I've reached a junction,
I'm through.

Surrender to it,
say you knew it,
I'm weak.

I miss you.
I know that is not
what you wanted
but, I miss you.
They told me life
wasn't a wish granting factory.
If that is true,
how did you cease to be?
Leaving no memory or trace
of the broken heart that
could have healed mine.

I think of you.
I know that's not
what you wanted
but, I think of you.
I see you in the mirrors
in my eyes, although you are free
you scream and scream and scream
begging to God to erase your existence.

I wonder if you are me.
I know that's not what you wanted
but, I see myself in you.
I hear the words you once screamed
yet never screamed at all,
my grandmother said that
God doesn't always give us
what we want but always what we need.
So, I wonder why he took you,
and every memory you had imprinted upon this earth.
16 years earlier,
your mother holds what was once a positive,
but this time around it is not.
I know this is what you wanted.
so why do you weep twinning tears,
to match those of your mother?

low, fast moving clouds
make me feel
like i'm standing
still on a mountain

wisps of cotton candy
and wind in my hair

there is a change in the air
a slower, colder
turning motion
all around me

my head in the sky
my feet in the sea.

An Oklahoma politician
wants to outlaw hoodies
in the hood

It's true, it must be
I read it in Fox News  :)

I'd sooner be in Missouri or Cleveland
or New York City where you don't have to
wear a hoody or raise your hands to get shot


There are other things more pressing
than hoodies in the hood
that don't need ironing

like hoods in suits
and the elephant in the room
that needs shooting.

The Sun shines,
the fog blinds,
together they make,
a rainbow in the sky.

The Moon stares,
into a lake,
and wonders why,
he's a big mistake.

Why can't he be the Sun,
and light up the day.
Why can't he be the one,
to make the bad go away.

Why can't he be the light,
that brightens everyones day.
Instead he sits in the night,
wishing the Sun would go away.

The Moon glows,
the stars show,
a pattern of love,
that lights the Earth below.

To himself,
the Sun confides,
that he wishes,
he controlled the tides.

Why can't he be the Moon,
and turn darkness into light.
Why can't he be the one,
to light up the great night.

Why can't he have the grace,
of being with the stars.
Instead he sits up in space,
wishing he could take his place.

But what they both don't know is,
they need each other.
What they both don't know is,
that they are brothers.

We live in jealousy,
envying each other.
Please, just be thankful,
and happy for others.

The Sun needs the Moon,
to keep the night lit bright.
The Moon needs the Sun,
to produce his shining light.

The Sun needs the Moon,
and the Moon needs the Sun.
If they work together,
they can be one.

If they work together,
they can be one.
if they work together,
they will be one.

If we work together,
we could be one.
If we work together,
we will be one.

Just as quite as a pin drop
You can hear my heart beat
As you near me.

My mouth gets very dry
As I try to speak to you

But it's dusted with love
And it's full of heat.

Heated with passion
From your beauty

With beauty of love
With love and kindness

Your sensuous eyes
Your sensuous lips
Your sensuous ways
Is what drives me crazy

My love for you is so extreme
I would give up my life
To fulfill my dreams