Poetry · Writing

capture still

i worry i will run out of things to write about

run out of emotions or events

a friend asked me about it

i never thought about it

just cocky shit just here all about it

truth is- i see the art everywhere i go

a color in a store a shirt passing by a couple holding hands

a day ago a year ago-

my favorite, i will write about the same event in different ways

different metaphors different emotions

like a camera at a new angel

always capturing myself

a still in time

Poetry · Writing

only class

i know you,

i have read all about you from the books you have lent me

from the tv show episodes i binge watch every night before bed

front of the line for the movie adaptation that we hope will be good

and if it is not- i will still love it

show up early to your classes

stay after for office hours-

not worried i would fail the class,

just want to know everything

Poetry · Writing


seen it before

this is the part of the story were i start a fire;

same book, different page-

so lets burn the book

set fire to nights reflecting on those pages,

stay up all night and write new ones

laugh a little more love a lot harder

let you know that i will never run away

never be the one to be consumed by fire

i have been so tired

of this book- seared pages- same ending- new flames

not this time,

i am not the human tourch

or controlled by these fears-

we will write a new one

call it the kiddle

so no fire will come close

Poetry · Writing

the charm of a scale

i never have to tell you

but i always want to remind you

the way you speak reminds me of a river creek

subtle and calm holding me tight in the center of your palm

the charm of a scale- always in balance no force no malice;

the way you love- secret to your sauce isn’t three spoons of sugar

it’s your hands through my hair like a comb here or gone

i’ve never felt so at home

beat of your heart moves my train and your lips are the fuel

never cruel a precious jewel and it’s all in your eyes

and i’ll never part ties

Poetry · Writing

living on saturn-

brisk breeze is a pattern

bringing bad news is your pattern

can’t catch a break find me on saturn

never coming back to earth it is a disaster

it is the end i guess

the earth looks flat from up here

tear in my eye end of fears

no worries from humans

when humans never existed


i never worried about the end

it will come when it comes and i will have front row seats

meeting me in the lobby

and i am gone;


Poetry · Writing


no one saves the princess in this one

dares to dance with death with this one

drop this and go get my machine gun

take the good and get away with my son

no one saves the princess in this one

time to laugh has come and time to run

soul on the way chips played an one

money made playin’ shotgun

money made that’s an earned run

talkin’s shit that’s a hit and run

wakin’ on a midnights sun

hey- livin’ long enough to outrun

never one and done

you are the only one

no one saves the princess in this one

can anyone here me- anyone



Poetry · Writing

a snake and a bear

i fear the truth

and the power it holds;

so i cushion it with lies

fill fear with content like a stuffed bear

that bear is with me every night

never unkind or withering away

a shield against-

but i feel it moving

inside the bears belly slithering

like a snake- poising slowly

the bear can’t hold on

only on the cold nights but the others

when the bear isn’t enough

the snake runs wild and strangles

as i sleep –

as i sleep

Poetry · Writing

saint III

i looked you in the eyes

and i took your words as gospel

preacher of the light

the filler of void

an anchor in the middle of the ocean

and on this cruise, you were the voice of reason

that outfit you can wear during any season-

i pray to you;

before thy i kneel and worship the grace you give

the challenge in your eyes gives strength to those

that can’t will themselves from bed

that can’t summon the strength

that wish for change and are granted borrowed time from your generous hands

that you for the gifts wrapped in neat bows

an angel from below i thought sent to curse

to burn

yet you tend to my gardens

for i

for i am only a humble poet

a dancer of water for the moons wishes

a singer for those souls that cherish the moments that never end

and you granted my wish

for that;

i will love in my borrowed time

i will write about your words

about your beauty

about this life, from this view


Poetry · Writing

two timer-

talked more and walked less

came around and threw fits

never one for balance

and you haven’t stopped falling

no pausing no more stalling

lets talk a lot less and leave the comfort of the walls of our mind

venture out into the world- you’ll never know what you will find;

it’ll be scary i promise

the world is rude and unforgiving

but the same world is kind and loving

two timer, always a coat under, fine primer

the comfort of the walls have you on speed dial

you’ll answer and run-

but when you jingle the knob

and you feel all the pain in your heart throb

know i am proud of you- we all are,

Poetry · Writing

tootsie roll

i walked a line

that was drawn for me

words were not my friend i found comfort in the arms of another

before the pen was my pillow

i needed you to find the center of a tootsie roll pop

i couldn’t rely on my own will

on my own path

on my own words

bleeding was just casual

love was always occasionally

direction was always running in after the bell rang on a monday morning with one shoe and no backpack;


always after the test was done-

always after the she found another-

always too late