Tea, Tom Waits & heavy rain
*****, Bukowski & the understanding of pain
Heineken, Hunter S Thompson & slipping down the drain

Sunday morning coffee, on Dylan & dysfunction
Red wine, Heller & all the catch 22's
Black balloon, Morrison & mystery

Cobain. Davis & Coltrane.

Alive or dead.
What makes them GREAT?
Just that.

i always take the long road home
i like washing dishes
i like not getting angry when expected
i give when not expected to give
i listen when you decide to scream
i try

it calms me down

leave loneliness alone
let life be
keep your ***** greedy hands at bay

we have created and labelled "this world"
we have placed our stamp on everything
approve to disapprove to disprove approval
fine
be fake

but leave loneliness alone

Piranhas.
but for your problems.

Soup.
but for your soul.

Silence.
but for everything else.

On your own
still with someone
yourself

one is bigger than none
keep that in mind
but reside by yourself

for awhile or so for fun
you'll see
two is not always better
even better than three

heart of stone
tower walls that distance
and keep out
the trespassers of our souls
no entry
no exit
a chamber of emptiness
filled by fear

keepers of the tomb
lovers of the gloom
in the darkness we reside
in sadness we hide

be on the lookout
be aware, for thieves
come at night
or day

locked up
in my minaret
i keep a weary eye
i let nothing in
trusting nobody not even
myself

to define poetry is misguided
for words need not form
need no structure
their meaning when placed together as intended
from emotion and mind's eye
gives life to something more than a definition

the first poems
ever written
were words intended for song
crafted from stories of days long gone
an aid in remembrance of sorts

what makes words
what gives something meaning
thoughts summoned from feelings and past experience
hardships and lessons learnt
love even

what makes us read the poem
an expectation of something more
a need to understand more
about what we do not know

what do we know?