Walking beside you Rushing water and bright sun Dreams in my head run

There are worse things I could do than write a bad poem or two. I could write of love that I have known, love that I have lost. I could compare her (whoever she is) to some flower, some painting, or (heaven forbid) some summer’s day. I could tell of heartbreak and heartache and use some clever metaphor about the sea to express the turmoil my life is in. I could hide a cryptic message in a few ambiguous verses. I could pre...

I care not if the sky burns red and human flesh is seared. I care not if all souls just rot as many long have feared. I wait for when the birds don’t fly and locusts take the grain. I hope the fertile soil turns red from poisoned acid rain. I dream to see the lakes all boil and swollen throats be dry. I rejoice when the hopes and dreams of good men fade and die. I laugh when fearful citizens are slaughtered just like shee...

They are out there in the cold, but you refuse to see them. The Forgotten ones. Worn down to threads, seeing no longer just their heads. Seeing flesh thru the cloth, you wonder is that all they have left? The Forgotten ones. Zippers and buttons dropping off, that clutter the ground as you walk. The feel of flesh shifting underneath, of something else you try to think. The Forgotten ones. But as their stink fills the air,...

When we first met your perfect skin felt smooth to my slow touch. I know now that was one small reason why I loved so much. When we first kissed your long black tresses almost touched the ground. Another small joy making you so nice to be around. When we first loved your agile body intertwined with mine. To feel as if we both were one was truly quite divine. The day we wed we smiled and laughed and danced the night away....

Standing, thinking upon my porch. Came to me, an epiphany of sorts. Answer to a question identified.Something finally I recognized. Asked far too often over many years.Recognition, brings my eyes to tears. Haunting things from my past.Always feeling like an outcast. Hollering out loud; I have found the clue. What are the tools needed to deal with you? Heart beating fast, breaths laboured, hmmm. Asking myself; where did th...

Angels and Demons.No sound could be heard across the misty midnight air,as I held my breath in ghastly fear. For here they come, as a thief in the night,to he who would not believe.Those Angels of God who have one wing dipped in blood,carrying out Gods will against the Earth, and holdingthe keys of hell and death.The Evil creature saw this and gathered his phantom armies,with numbers I can not comprehend.The air was now f...

I was a part of them and yet I wasn't A friend, a convenience, an occasional invited guestOr so it seemsA part of the world I'm surveyingFrom far above it, in spaceSwimming through the embryonic sacOf another discovered wormholeCursed to cycle in a circular motionLike waves to the coasts, on the beach, near the ocean Or so it seemsA beast most would wish not to burden themselves withIn whispers they say that I'm wrong to...

A wondrous thing that happens as your exit becomes near, is that bad “long-term” consequences need not cause you fear! Bottom line: there’s no “long-term” when soon you’ll see your savior! The construct is just meaningless, so why restrain behavior? Melanoma matters not, go tan in the bright sun. Enjoy your favorite cigarette after the browning’s done. Who cares if cholesterol results in heart disease? Eat that double bac...

Time was never in our hands,it seeps through the endless cracks in our minds. Fools are those who reach out to grasp the hands of father time, for it exists in a parallel world, where two can never converge in its path. With only the beginning created by men, it cease to have no ending, but rather coils and twists in a ring, and encircle those within its grip, into an endless swirl of suffering. To travel back into the pa...

What soothing peace Overflows Like the current of an ocean Along a slender slope To swim against the tide And further upstream Where everything is burgundy Rivers run deeper Than the veins of an arm There's no cause for alarm No need to explain Two eyes to see All this melancholy Among the splendor Of a crystalline land Where pain is numbed By the thought of maybe What used to bring comfort Intensifies the envy

I saw her photos on her wall and I thought I’d give her a call and so that night we videoed with Skype. I looked at her, she looked at me and in an instant we could see that we both felt we were each other’s type. As we both stared I just sent text hoping for what might come next. I asked, “Can we do cyber-sex tonight?” She typed back in a fancy font “I know exactly what you want.” She said, “I do think it would be alrigh...

There’s nothing that will make my soul more mellow than a luscious bowl of freshly made green Jell-O. It’s smooth and sweet, magnificent to taste. And there’s no crust, which means there is no waste! Thus every molecule will make me smile as I spoon through the green translucent pile! The perfect cubes demand my soft tongue’s touch. Another reason I love it so much. Jell-O slides down my awaiting throat, gliding on a thin...

no womb to take your tears to the hurt, above you – you, only a petite full-grown from a premature fetal fist – forced to let it lurk inside the three hundred ninety grams of it all as well as the mere seven pounds not once not twice nor the nth time but a content and eternal guest in you

I could say that your eyes were like the brightest sparkling jewels! Or just that they are pretty like your face. I could proclaim your bearing as magnificent and queenly! Or just that you do have a bit of grace. I might observe that your long hair was golden. As brilliant as the full bright mid-day sun! Or I could just say that it looked quite lovely. That seeing it or touching it was fun. I could sigh that your skin fel...