Kind words don’t hurt anybody
Nasty words hurt the most
Save that jar of coins for a rainy day
Because you never know when you will be short of money
I no longer talk about dying
Because there is more to life than I know
The snowstorm is coming
Dress warm if you are going out
Soon the streets will be covered with snow
And the snow ploughs…Read More

A free soul
Is walking down the street
And I am also walking down the street
Where I saw that free soul
That is very old and frail
He is walking very bad
And he also looks at the ground
He has a walker
That he walks with
Also, he is very old
Already
All he is living
Here on earth
It is time for him
To die now
Soon God will
Shut…Read More

One look in your eyes
I take a look in your eyes
And I know that every world is true
Don’t love me for my money
You love me for who I am
You don’t need a rich men
In your life
You need a middle class men
Like me
We don’t care for money

My fave band of all time. There is nostalgia and then there are The Smiths….

Sometimes, there is a song which causes heart collapse. Aint listened to this for some time.

Let me just be myself
Go to sleep when I want to
Let me wake up
When I want to wake up
I love to sleep in
In the mornings
And wake up at noon
I will always work for my God
Writing my poems for my God
I will never take a day of from
Work
I enjoy working for my God
Every single day
I use my feelings that
Comes out straight from my…Read More

God
Shower you children with
Gifts
You gave then different gifts
Some are good in writing poems
Other’s are good in carpentry
Other’s are good gardeners
They also have a green thumb
Every thing grows beautiful
In their garden
Today you children are working in the
Garden
First they remove the weeds
It is a horrible job to do
Yes it is…Read More

Stop before you break God’s heart
People
Because God doesn’t like that at all
Also God want to be respected
By you
Please also don’t mistreat my God
Because he doesn’t like that
Also don’t let God down
If you make a promise to God
You should keep it
God is the one that you created
You in his image
Also you are one of Gods child
God…Read More

Mein geliebter Gott
You gave us a wonderful
World
For us to live
After you made heaven
And earth
The earth you made it
Very well
With flowers by the
Ocean
Also by the ocean was
Plenty of trees
Some birds you made
With your holy hands
They already fished their
Food to eat
Now they are resting
On the tree branches
And also singing…Read More

Give me one more chance
My Father
I only had to love you
But I was a fool
Because I never once
Prayed to you
And I know that is wrong
Yes I should had prayed to you
Every night
But stad I decided not too
Now I am feeling guilty about that
Also I don’t have any respect for you
Please give me another chance Father
I must change
And…Read More

If you come back to me
You will make my day
Worth
my life is nothing without you
I need somebody
That can cheer me up
When I am feeling down
In the dumps
You say I should smile more often
Because I have a beautiful smile
Yes smile is the best medicine there is
You say I am too serious
Maybe you are right

You just can take your eyes of me
Also I live in peace
With myself
I am so happy that you keep me
Alive every day
Yes father you were there
When I went through hard times
Yes I had paid a high price
Father people say I am perfect
That is not me
I will never be perfect
Because I am human
And I make mistakes
I never can go back and…Read More

You just can take your eyes of me
Also I live in peace
With myself
I am so happy that you keep me
Alive every day
Yes father you were there
When I went through hard times
Yes I had paid a high price
Father people say I am perfect
That is not me
I will never be perfect
Because I am human
And I make mistakes
I never can go back and…Read More

The Silence of Words

April 30th, last day of
Poetry Month, arrives
with showers, grey skies,
and sadness. Fitting I
suppose referring to
the old saying, ‘April showers,
May flowers’, those Springtime
colors designed to bring joy,
happiness, and the feeling of
self-worth, of being whole
and seen, alive in wonder.
Instead, this day…Read More

Unlimited Editions

we were young once
in years – yes
but beyond that…
in ways you cannot quantify
a youth borne of possibility
maybes still on the horizon
with wide open eyes
taking chances…
for the sheer joy of doing
because of the challenge it represented…
the suspicion…
it had never before been tried
sufficient reason…Read More

Time
Is it time
I guess it’s time for me
to give you information you see
Because I don’t know how I was going to work this day
Everyday is not like yesterday
I know that you’re surprised
I decided to do this at this moment
Why
I write poems, I write stories, I write facts
When it hits me, I have to give it to you
You understand that…Read More

April 30th: LOVE at Last Bite

April 30th arrives
with teeth made of twilight.
Not sharp,
not cruel,
just precise,
the kind of bite
that ends a month
without drawing blood.

It is the moment
when April leans in,
slowly,
deliberately,
and takes its last bite
out of everything
you thought this month was.

A bite of memory,
a…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXVI

For some reason April 29th
hung in the air like a full
moon, its beams finding you
through the open window, and

tickled your skin as you
slept. I watched you
breathing, breasts rising and
falling as the moon beams

frolicked their enthusiasm,
causing you to awaken slightly,
roll on your side,

And settle…Read More

Glass Houses and Crusaders

listen
I’m not angry
I know you mean well
but I need to set one thing straight
I don’t need anyone charging in
trying to save my day
swinging a shiny sword
astride a big white horse
not when I’m already taking action
I fight my own battles
mop my own damn floors
 
like that knight ever on a crusade
you…Read More

The Lurker and the Birthday That Won’t Die

April 29th begins with the quiet truth
that life is a lurker.
It hides behind doors,
peeks through curtains,
waits in the corners
where the light forgets to reach.

It watches you
with the patience
of something that knows
you’ll eventually turn around.

And then,
as if the day nee…Read More

Ignited

You threw the match on gasoline
It was always flammable
It’s stable if not bothered
You did it, though
You struck the match
Watch it light
Then threw it.

Did you doubt it would light?
Did you want to see if it was destructive?
You knew it was
The temperature is hotter the closer you get
I advise you to stay away
Let the…Read More

The Pull

There’s a gravity to you,
quiet, irresistible,
the kind that pulls
without touching.

But when you do touch,
the night folds around us
like silk caught in a fist.

Your voice at my ear
undoes me faster
than the heat of your mouth
on my shoulder.

I fall into wanting,
into you.

© 2025

???

I sit before you
Blank
Random thoughts
Incoherents sounds
Nothing
Absolutly
Empty

Candle lit
Shows shadow
Places to hide
Alone

What is happening
I do not understand
I’ve scaled walls before
Beaten away the void

I dont like this
Alone
My thoughts
Have jagged teeth
Tearing at me
I hold it back

I sit here b…Read More

Endings and Beginnings

It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.

Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.

Perhaps it was due to…Read More

Depends What Matters…

I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
or what
but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
never forgetting the coveted white picket fence

I have a question…
what if that pattern…
isn’t really one size fits all…

I think of all the miserable…Read More

The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

April 28th arrives
as an infested house,
a structure trembling
under the soft, relentless weight
of everything that crawls,
buzzes,
flutters,
or insists on existing
in the cracks of the world.

It is not one kind of bug.
It is all bugs,
every species the ending world
has ever whispered into b…Read More

Just Think

Walking in with a smile
Feeling light as if at this very moment was the best

Walking in with a frown
Feeling pulled down and weary as if gravity has a vendetta

A tune comes to mind
“Don’t worry be happy”

A tune comes to mind
“Everybody hurts”

Open the window
A beautiful butterfly fly in

Open the window
A…Read More

A KISS #4

“Let’s not speak falsely now
the hour is getting late.”
(Song/poem ‘Along The Watch Tower’, written and sung
by Bob Dylan. But in this case think/imagine this song
sung/played by Jimi Hendrix, the Live Version)

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky”
-Jimi Hendrix, ‘Purple Haze’

Th…Read More

Unstable Faultlines and Explosive Boots

I saw him in the back of the room
a wide space between him and the crowd
no one acknowledged his presence
he was…a non-entity
it was a self-imposed exile
however unintended

I wanted to feel sorry for him
sipping his drink in silence
amidst all the gaiety and laughter
but I’d felt the brunt…Read More

April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.

It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.

But the day does not stay low…Read More

Rainbow Dreams

Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.

Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.

Those dreams,
where your…Read More

Not the right time

I wandered into this strange land
The beauty I have discovered
With no one to hold my hand
Only a bag and cloak to cover

I did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a home

Then I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at all

If I…Read More

Break Out

do you exist in a cocoon…
locked up…buttoned down…
but never evolving?

or do you break out…
spread wings meant for flight
and soar into the night?

I love the groove element of this song

April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us

April 26th returns
like a remote memory,
one of those pale, trembling ones
that no longer knows
if it belongs to you
or to the air around you.

It brings back
what it was
between the two of us,
not the words,
not the gestures,
not even the moments,
but the texture of it,
the faint…Read More

Silence

Sit in silence
Watch and observe
They tell you things that are unspoken
As they are speaking

Hidden truths
Covered in a blanket of lie’s
Design to confuse

Practiced smiles
Paired with dead eyes
You wait…

Wait to see what’s the hook
What’s the product
What’s the goal

There is only one purpose
When you approach…Read More

Once: No Going Back

It’s the 25th day of Poetry Month,
and this must be said
with the honesty of reality.

There was hope once,
it flowed easily
from Summer’s green fields
strewn with wildflowers,
to Winter’s white,
with snowflakes of individuality.
But, it was a false hope,
one seen through illusion’s eye.
A lie,
told over and ove…Read More

Reality of Now

we could spend our time talking
catching up on our day to day
going over little details
cover the minutiae

but that seems like such a waste
we have…right here
right now
no more than that
and who knows when you’ll be back

so let’s drop the illusion
that there’s any more time…
than…this

life offers no gu…Read More

The Day of Unbearable Truths

25th wakes up
with the taste of lies
still warm on its tongue.

Not grand lies,
not operatic betrayals,
but the small,
intimate ones,
the ones spoken softly,
the ones wrapped in promises,
the ones that sound like hope
until they don’t.

This is the day
when the month feels
an unbearable pain,
a b…Read More

“Burned out the TV set
Burned outta sex
I ain’t trashed
I’m fucking wrecked.”

– Sammy Hagar

In a Sammy Hagar mood tonight. This was a drinking song back in the day. Enjoy.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Holding Hands

When they began
They held hands
They smiled
They illuminated the sky

Chairs were held
Giggles slipped freely
And the thought of
What base is a good one for this date

Time goes by
Rings were bought
Vows were said
In laws glare rivaling Spoke on star trek at Dr. McCoy

Every step in life taken
It was with a…Read More

Insidious

I’m willing to sacrifice myself
to prove the truth
of my words
of me

are you willing to do the same?

lies…
in time…
will be uncovered
and everyone will see

the scuttling
ear to ear
insidiously whispering
it will be seen

I have never changed

eventually they’ll know
and perhaps remember
but it will be too…Read More

The Louvre, the Funhouse, the Disco

April 24th arrives
already half‑forgotten,
like a dream you try to hold
but it keeps slipping
through the fingers of your mind.

It brings with it
a fading memory
of the main room
of the Louvre…
not the paintings,
not the tourists,
not the velvet ropes,
but the room itself:
its b…Read More

Nativity of Loss
(I will always love you, my heart.)

I read a poem that evoked a tear
a single, trembling drop
that spun me backward,
into shadows of what was
and the ever-present numbness
of could-have-beens.

25 days to go…
The air tastes different now,
heavier with memory,
as the earth tilts toward the same cold light
year a…Read More

MaryJane’s Last Dance

It was day 23 of Poetry Month
when you walked through the door,
And I said,
“Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
as my eyes landed on
that party dress;
thigh high red with
a side slit stare, and
I was pulled into your sway.
MaryJane delights
played in my mind,
like how smoke and fog
swirled in kaleidoscope air,
and we be…Read More

Hello Me
It has been a while
You reached a plateau
traveling many miles

What you failed to do
Is see what is occurring around you

Or you’re choosing not
Not to see
Not to hear
Not to “oh my” share??

Me this can not be
Your voice and thoughts need..need..

To be set free
Free from the confines
Of societies vines…Read More

F*ck the Game

anyone could tell you
I was never a raving beauty
even my family would agree

too many freckles
not enough oomph
that indefinable thing
(whatever it was)
that made other girls stunning

think of them as Barbies
and me…a paper doll
not much without all the added extras
and even they left details…Read More