Poetry · Writing

candid vow

it wasn’t a joke or saying

not a line to pick or a quote to be memorized

nothing annotated or on the back of my hands

it is all here-

with you standing across from me

i know what i’ll see for today tomorrow

and the next tomorrow until i am all out of them

the highlight of my day i’ll make the highlight of my life;

you can know this now

because i’ve known for quite some time

that time was a knock off until you were added;

all candid- just waiting for my life to be stirred

thee unforgettable flavor

Poetry · Writing

midnight cruise

i am always running

on the treadmill, sitting down, eating breakfast;

the motor never quits, never an oil change or fluid change

check engine light has been removed

and a brick on the gas pedal-

the empty light came on a friday night

a shovel to the brick

a hammer

a pickup truck

but your delicate hands

with ease

found comfort under yellow umbrellas

your hand found mine and not on a steering wheel

stealing nothing instead given

given a chance to have free hands

free from the wheel free from those haunted nights

nights are easier and the darkness drives the other way

Poetry · Writing

art of sharing

i am always on the next,

the next piece the next goal the next quest

it’s not that the roses aren’t beautiful but i don’t want to waste that second;

not chasing this dream,

a dream of sharing

this art,

a dream of waking up next to you every morning,

sharing eggs and toast

and if a rose bud cuts my finger on a tour of success

and i miss a single second with you-

sharing this art, sharing these eggs, sharing this bed-

i’ll burn every single of them down

Poetry · Writing

binge watching

falling for you deeper

truth is i could never leave her

found peace in your arms

you took down all of my alarms;

i awake with you in mind

with you in my eyes

i want this everyday

i see tomorrow in your eyes

charmed by your vision

home improved on the television

i see tomorrow in your eyes

binge watching my favorite show

Poetry · Writing

aqua green

i never wanted to believe there was someone like you

it was easier not to-

to focus on breathing but not living

it was easier to see roads that came to an end

easier to plan for the next few months

to shorten the lines

but here i am wondering which shirt i should wear to match your eyes-

it was easier not to worry

now i can’t imagine it any other way

Poetry · Writing

silver key

yielding at gates

crossing would be the end-

watching from the window

chariots and kids screaming with bows and bows

gods feeding horses

thunder storms at the tips of fingers

the heat of the furnace lingers:

crossing would be the end-

pleasure on a patterned plate

love on patterned sheets

sleets of snow below my feet

and now i am yielded at the gates-

watching kids play with bows and bows

and i see the end in bright lights

a silver key in my left and the lock in my right

but

i don’t belong

banana loaf as tribute

might as well be mud pie

for tribute to a god

 

Poetry · Writing

hotline

i question you

your existence your plans your methods

which books you open when you have your own question

who answers your calls when you feel lost

do you feel mortal anxiety- depression

do you eat ice cream and watch twenty-seven dresses

to forget how she use to wear all those dresses-

do you ever wish, you could be us:

live, bleed, and die

do you ever wish we’d forget your number

so the line would be silent so you can catch up on game of thrones

do you paint on your spare time

smoke cook fuck read on your spare time

or is it just us