He wandered
Sauntered like a chameleon
Well suited for any situation
In and out, up and down
He cooked, he hooked, he booked
he took his empty soul
and poured what was left out

Reading between lines
silly games played with our minds
translations muddied
thoughts now clearing, fogs lifting
Clearer thinking, crystal sight

cool morning fog lifts
revealing crystalline ice
crows stretch rested wings

Spring snow skiing ride
Bonus sliding on April tidings
With winters last bindings

ask the question  first
before answering others
will keep you honest

Missing my own son rise
Never saw my own sunset
opportunities lost forever

memories of you
mystery kid with eyes wide
this mirror is cracked

This new man, they see
from the dirt, mud, life’s grime
Wiped off, the real me

perfect ten?
not even a prime
why not five?

Lethal game life and death
The players pause to catch their breath
The winner is the fittest

hopping from cloud to cloud
reflected down on mountain lakes
my son's skipping rock

And boom, hope, drops in
Just in the nicest time, more opportune
Reminds me, hopes contagious

rolling into you
your arm raises, letting pass
my arm into you
like sliding comfy shoes on
under the covers with you

As a baby I would crawl for my affection
ever prodding my way to adoration
slowly away from your abomination
As an ignorant youth I changed, isolation
Running away from everything worthy attention
Now I slowly stroll for my own gratification
Teach your babies why they crawled to being with,
exploration and vindication
that life's worth exploration

trees like arms reaching
to moonlights evening glow
us strolling beneath

collected pieces
of others broken image
who are we really

I'm just a human
Nothing more and anything else
Are your terms, labels

I expect *******
It's the acceptance that *****
Crazy dung beetles

caught a whiff of you in mothers hair
as the breeze brushed my fresh baby cheek
saw a glimpse of you on the old playground
just you flowing in your own back and forth flair
felt you during junior high slow dancing around
something new and exciting, something enticing
always knowing you in hints, whispers, and glimpses
when you appeared, smelling, looking, and feeling
as I always imagined, my dreams became real

craving those feelings
needing our deep connection
cant wait to feel you

Man keep's fear inside
A light but cold cocoon of
his darkest places

finger is an odd word
even odder to look at
fingers contort
fingers are odd
words too

my hands and knees worn
reaching the stream, my blood rinsed
I can now walk home