You can wine her and dine her
but you’ll never define her
as easy or sleazy.
Her head’s on securely,
If your intentions are purely
a guise; I suggest, you get wise.
The Cad
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Chain Reaction
The ache he feels spreads to his fingertips
From the core of a beating crimson heart,
It eats away at him from the inside.
Rapidly expanding like a sheet of ice.
When time and time again he fails
And time and time again he tries
His heart, a broken furnace, seized mid-rhyme
As icicle thoughts plunge through gray matter
And limbs lose momentum with each stride,
The life he once knew, never seemed further
Or more difficult to hide.
You Are Blue Skies, Redux
I can’t ignore, the smile you wore.
It breaks the sky
Into a blue heaven every time,
Even if only in my mind.
I know you can’t be here tonight, I won’t fright
I’ll keep my wishes flowing ’till daylight;
Shooting stars, 11:11
Snap the wishbone just to get keep them flowing.
One of them has to catch soon,
They can’t all be lies
Or else what am I fighting for,
if not a chance to be yours?
A chance to show what I can bring to your life
To show you that I can be wrong
and I can be right
Just a human at your service,
to break at will
Or embrace me with the heart I know so well
You are why my skies still hold their hue
With your smile, my troubled sky subsides to blue.
Writer’s note: This is simply a slightly altered version of an old poem of mine. I hope it is still relevant! Enjoy.
Words With a Purpose
Every word, every phrase, every stanza he writes
Helps along a withered vessel as it continues in spite
Of tragedies, calamities and vanity’s allure,
his stride remains unbroken, his heart still pure.
Blur
All waking hours blur
Into a seamless night.
No matter the sun’s dominance
In an azure hued sky,
The dreams reclaim me
Nor any hope sparks a light.
Friendship
When the gusts of Winter left our teeth to chatter
A friend revived us with the warmth of laughter.
When all else failed and oblivion reared its head
A friend’s devotion kept our spirits high instead.
When life’s terrain grew too rough to traverse
A friend was always there, for better or for worse…
Originally written for a good friend, I share this piece with the world.
Depression
When you see yourself through the distorted lens of depression, you have trouble recognizing your own reflection. You can’t see the seam separating your normal self from the irrational being that calls you its host, and shows none of the courtesies a guest should uphold. The lines blur, and all that’s left is a pain that washes over your heart like a malevolent wave lapping upon your withered soul; a pulsating ache that ebbs with the ever-changing tide of humanity.
Swept Away
His self-esteem lies in a fetid puddle
Staring up at him in longing
Wishing to restore its place.
He tries to cup it within his palms,
To drink and in turn reinvigorate.
Alas, like all things in his life
He grimly watched his salvation
Trickle slowly through stiff fingers
As though his skin turned to stone
And soon, his heart followed.
For swiftly the tears of regret
Flow like Neptune’s sea
From burning eyes,
Eroding his grip and
Withering away his heart,
All hope is swept away
With the ebbing tide.
Savior
I met her at the crossroads.
She strode in like a pristine petal
Riding easy on a western breeze.
Strands of midnight flowed
Like shadows beneath a straw hat
Framing ethereal chestnut eyes
And a smile like Venus
Able to shatter any man’s guise.
The Absurd
It would be unwise to decipher the ache in his heart.
So much so that he truly believes
If he were to dig down into the depths
To recall the origin of that wretched,
unwelcome, drowning sensation,
He would no longer have the strength
To climb out of that pitch black hole.
That he may be forced along Dante’s path
With no guide nor God to lead him safely.
For within those depths he will plunge, and
The path of the absurd waits hungrily at the crossroad.
The Way it Goes 