Category: Poetry

I Can Tell its Home!

black and white hand raining

grant me that yesterday tomorrow
I want to run again in November rain
taste once more, those raindrops
pinch me because I’m alive

let me feel it to the bone
that day…
I wore the fog home

seagulls bicker
over drenched catch laid in blood
but that day, no matter
t’was Mother Nature’s chore
all backdrops to my soul

my lungs, they catch up
though heartbeats have no pace
one listen to the ocean
one breath to the shore
I can tell it’s home

Drown Me

drown
I can no longer hold my breath.
I rather drown, then wade in false hope.
You’ve given me every emotion I’m capable of,
I’ve fallen hard, so many times.
How do I keep going? How am I still just suppose?
I shout and shout, forgive me,
across this universe
…only to be a ghost.
You’re not me,
no you’re not.
You still can’t say…
…father.

Moonlight to Morning

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I remember nights that seemed only for me.
Everything still, silent…time fixed.
I sat by shore, lost in its wake.
Watched as mossy moorings danced in captivate.
The moonlight stretched my little port, reaching for tomorrow,
maybe running from yesterday.
A lull of loneliness, like a blanket.
Protects me from exposure.
Suspended in salty bliss,
I bid good morn to the sun.

A Ways From Anywhere

green pine trees covered with fogs under white sky during daytime

wintery winds howl
calling a bluff
the sky’s story turns dark
when only halfway
each of my breaths
more and more breath
they followed in dance
but leave me too
to chase drifts that whistle
and those raw gales…
God, to the bone
the forest taunts
I hear the scratching
slowing motion, I’m straight into fear,
hopeless and alone
I beg the moon a bond

Mask of Deceit

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Your smile must have been a mask,
that allowed you to deceive the unsuspecting.
As the cold steel cuts through my flesh,
I wonder if it was I, who handed you the sword?
So, stand there as I bleed,
and shame my imperfections.
Turn your back and fix your mask,
as my soul becomes untethered.
But, know this pain has freed me from my doubts,
that your blade was not already sharpened.

The Hook

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Wonderwall plays the lazy afternoon.
Rack em’ before the crowd shows.
I can smell the night before from the Ashtrays.
Stained carpets, humming I got used to.
Friend by hello, fist by good-bye.
I know, you’re right.
This now, the last.
You are my best friend.
So, same time tomorrow.

My Redemption

how-to-find-yourself.jpeg My memory is all I have to adore you.

A broken heart still bleeding for attention.

Before the picture fades,

I pray for a lost connection.

My fault bears a cross,

though, it was never my intention.

Forgive this, my wordy plea,

and grant me redemption.

My Misery

images (4).jpgWhy can’t I smile and mean it anymore?
Is it because of my friend, dear Misery?
But, I’ve known her now, more than anyone of flesh.
She whispers constantly in my ear.
Of a promise…that if I go with her.
She’ll take my spirit and scatter it amongst the stars,
so I may no longer be alone, in this world of the forgotten.

Like a Dream!

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Your heart is like a dream. Once I awaken, everything disappears.

The Brothers

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Eight tracks and underage,
hard rock for the teenage,
one summer eve, surrounded by kings.
They rolled their tokes,
shared loose smokes,
and bragged, of sweetheart flings.
I watched all night,
as they pal and fight.
Curse, and say foolish things.
Like “Play it again.”
said my uncle to a friend,
as we sat, listening, to those guitar strings.
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