Poetry · Writing

war on all fronts

the road;

a misunderstanding

broken trust landing

the sign said lover demanding-

a fools game played with fools gold

and i am in debt

not a risk or trust fall

takes money to make money

kitty poster on the wall

a misunderstanding

account overdrawn

a broken trust landing

never a i’ll be right there always a hang on

the sign said lover demanding-

under the red river walk-on

the squandered pawn shop

pumping muscle out of my vessel

traded for a penny for the ferry

jet tail on the sea front gambling on freedom

away from black crossbones away from eden

treason, the road will wash up, defeated

Poetry · Writing

personal touch

i see us arguing, a ton

usually about movies or music

and you want to be right

and i want to see you tonight

i love sharing passion-

i see us trying a ton of restaurants

half of them we’ll go back to

will share laughs at the other half

pasta will probably be our favorite

the ravioli is fire-

and i’ll take a ton of pictures;

shot for shot it’s my favorite

the album with pokemon stickers and harley quinn pins

listening to donald glover

 

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

father glass

i see you in a whole new light;

a necklace we share

a place for prayer

a love all too rare;

farther than the pedestal you’re on

chariot to the top; blinded by your brawn

time to trace the fortress of glass through my fingers

you crossed into my lane with no warning and no blinkers

but willingly; never a red light hard bites through the night feels right

now, a place for prayer

is not a warrant for inspection

a love all too rare isn’t warranted with suspicion

just with a mission; to make it last

and put a chair next to yours at the top

 

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