Poetry · Writing

level up – 27th club

chalk it up to good luck

made it without mac

this is what he was afraid of

see what i am made of

i wish you could see what i became

you joined the club last week just walking knees

now it’s me survived on a breeze nowyour heart is at ease-

the man that i am- you would of hated it

you hated everything; but you would of thrown

a killer 27th club party

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Poetry · Writing

with boba

standing- one

no- two hundred people

and where ever we go

i see their faces

dust on my tips traces

of their existence gone in a flash

and all we can do is spend a morning in mass

begging for safe passage

begging for safe travel

for them, right, or

to rid the guilt from those still existing,

those lucky to say i love you one last time,

and across the street, kids are laughing, having chai tea

with boba.

safe passage for an invisible gate keeper

and the steps are boba

Poetry · Writing

a lot

after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing

what will you have;

when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass

what will you have;

fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl

what will you have;

remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids

kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch

catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night

night, that night- we had it all

Poetry · Writing

tango

tomorrow isn’t soon enough

the days grow long

and the nights extend past peak

and i am weak

sick of the weeks and the days

the hours taunt me from their straight arms dancing around in circles

frequent buzz and bling

and another thing

when tomorrow

finally decides to grace the dance floor

upon your heavenly earth

i’ll be your first dance

Poetry · Writing

late night massage

you’re hands are a blessing;

washing away the fear

tracing your fingers along my worries

pushing your thumbs deep into my anxiety

flowing away-

falling asleep in your grasp

an angel pulling a bow back back deep into my heart

chop chop and depression won’t raise his hands to you

never lay a hand on my honey

all over my back, warmed

holding the arrow

asleep with your hands

Poetry · Writing

you:you

i spent the whole day thinking about you

writing poems about you, you

in my last life it was you

in this one it will be you, you

never take a pause you

are the shinning star you, you

are the center of it all you

are the spring in these sneakers you, you

come to me in my dreams you

make me never want to leave this bed you, you

put your hands in mine chest in mine you

make me never want to leave this bed you, you

have me writing love poems about you

and for you all of me to you never waivering for you

armor wove of love you will never see it crack you

will see your own reflection