April 20th, The Quiet Inheritance…

April 20th does not speak.
It enters the room
like someone carrying a secret
too heavy for language.

No greetings.
No warnings.
Just a presence,
dense, deliberate,
a stone placed gently
on the month’s trembling chest.

This is the day
that keeps itself in silence,
not out of fear,
not out o…Read More

SPRING

Only weather, never the same,
no shape, no edge, no final form.

A current moving through the ground,
low and humming, without sound.

The earth remembers how to lean,
from winter’s weight into green.

Not arrival, only return.

The soil forgets its frozen past,
slowly breaking, vast.

Rain remembers how to fall,
not l…Read More

Excerpt from “Forever Almost”
A Poem by Curly Grace

We were diamonds once
brief
brilliant
our bodies catching the sun
every pulse a shimmer
every glance a spark
as if the world could hold us
without breaking

Damian this song showed a lot of what I was feeling in my teens. It came out in 81′ but I heard it around 87′ when I thought I was truly in love. Haha nope hormones talking.

Torn
It’s hard to turn away
Even the thought takes effort
Knowing that this..,
This thing between you and I
Well has no real end
There was a beginning
Way back when…

I should leave
I am the embodiment of the word toxic
I know my faults
My shortcomings
I know that…
Still, I cannot leave

This thing is like a bungie cord
I drop…Read More

Steadfast Flame

Do not tire, do not fade
your small light still guides the way.

Lift your hands, whisper your hope
let mercy fall where hearts are closed.

Breathe, and breathe again
grace softens stone
faith carries flame.

Rise each day
extend your hand
your devotion flows
into the unseen, the unheard
everlasting.

What Isn’t Heard

there’s a vastness…
you can’t even fathom…
a universe you can’t imagine…
within the realm of silence

stories untold
realities unexpected
contemplative reflection
pain unspoken

everything locked inside a vacuum
where the wall of it…
can hold someone hostage
a victim of their own thoughts

you can’t…Read More

Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord

April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.

But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
that…Read More

Peace not Granted

Oh come to me sacred peace
Unknowingly they participated
Volumes reaching levels unprecedented

Oh, come to me in sweet silence
For one more vowel of consonant spoken
I will meet the judge and jury

I see my end near…

18, The Nervous Breakdown of the Month

April 18th does not walk in.
It bursts.
It arrives trembling,
breathing too fast,
eyes wide,
hands shaking
as if it has been running
from itself all night.

This is the day of the nervous breakdown,
the day when the month
finally admits
it has been faking composure
since the…Read More

Carried Away

neglected winds howled their fury
blowing through a door ajar…
startled…
she dropped to cower…
piercing chill burning
skating across thundering veins

sudden silence filled empty pockets
scoured sterile by the pain
tomorrow has no meaning
the past has gone away

frozen fists slowly opened 
letting go…
of…Read More

Complicated

When the night is still young

The moon has not fully come out to chase the sun away

My heartbeat begins a new rhythm

Smell of honey and cream in the air

Slow music played in the heat of seduction

Tonight I am prepared to treat you a cherished jewel

Not anyone will receive this

Your not just anyone and you know…Read More

Still Strolling…

it can’t be far away…
can it?
that elusive brighter tomorrow?
I’m not asking much…
just a warm spring day
maybe a chance of sprinkles
and a walk amongst nature’s glory
the cloying scent of honeysuckle gagging the senses
lilacs swaying in the breeze
birds in full choral exuberance
vibrantly budding trees
and a…Read More

The Star That Sneezes the World Apart

17th arrives
with no warning,
no prelude,
no gentle clearing of the throat.

It comes as a sneeze,
a sudden, violent expulsion
from the lungs of a star
too ancient to care
about the consequences.

One sharp burst of light,
one cosmic exhalation,
and everything nearby
is scorched into a…Read More

I want to post another one of my four books here. Why? I don’t understand. Because… I can.
Let’s pretend everyone cares and vote in the poll I created in the “Activity” section of my profile.
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It’s beautiful. Even has pictures. LOL

Four minutes left

Just like my words

Leaving me in my time of need

It does not matter what I do because the words wont come out

Two minutes left

I am done for and its for the best 

Its pressure on top of pressure

No more time….

Strolling Through Hope

I miss carefree days
…before smoke filled the air
and storms battered us left and right
(seems like now it’s a choice of extremes)
…before fear of walking in daylight
even worse at night
…before being forced to carry my papers
hoping they even give them a glance
because there’s money to be made…
in…Read More

My poetry is all in the picture … Sorry might have to read sideways

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More

Honor, Respect, Loyalty

Honor was not just a word 

It was inner compass

Felt deep within

Respect is earned

Not demanded like a spoiled brat

Given willing

Loyalty is fleeting

What once was sort out

Is now blown away like a puff of smoke

Rolling Into the Back 40

halfway to the party
and inspiration is faltering
slapping words into phrases
hoping they make any sense
breaking it into sections
so I don’t lose momentum
but my energy got up and went
and I’m left scrambling and outta breath
it’s one helluva workout…
for a pen with rusty muscles
drop and give me…Read More

April 15th – The Hour of Blocks, Locks, and the Moon That Refuses

April 15th strikes
not like a day
but like an hour:
15th o’clock,
a time that does not exist
and yet insists on happening.

It arrives as a block,
a solid interruption
in the flow of April,
a square of time
that refuses to melt
into the rest of the month.

Then c…Read More

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Learning to swim

I dove into the ice cold pool
Sunk to the bottom
A memory immediately surfaced
I was supposed to make bubbles
Being pulled and breaking surface
I looked into fearful eyes
“I forgot the bubbles”

That soft, God-sized silence

that soft, God-sized silence
breathing through me

what your quiet looks like
when it has a place to live

old soul shimmer
still arriving

Neutralized

slip
the knot
fingers prying
desperately
despite…
their tremor

uncage
what should
never
have been

some beasts
are born unseen
but they don’t die that way

keep tugging
at the ropes

sooner…Read More

The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman

April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.

It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.

On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
creased too many t…Read More