This riddle: This trial of decay Has shaken me from my Wide-eyed stupor And recruited me To a war of consequence Where life and limb And bold indecision Bear me back To suffering and pain Until the riddle’s solved I … Continue reading The Riddle. A poem.
See them spread their wings; The implicit irony Is they never fly. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in … Continue reading Winged but Won’t. A haiku.
The essence of your smile Wrought with heavy heart And tempered word Would smite me where I stand And deliver me to chaos Where misdirected logic floats Wildly on a sea of chance For more Poetry, click here. For more … Continue reading Essence. A poem.
I think of you still And wonder whether you’re still you Wandering through routine and habit and ritual Each picture perfect rainy day in May A pallet mix of awkward reds and blues I should know better Because hindsight is … Continue reading Still. A poem.
This is a crash course In crash courses (Life is funny Like a cartoon Slapstick, yet profound And breaking your heart) This is a crash course And this train wreck Is just about to start For more Poetry, click here. … Continue reading Crash Course. A poem.
I long for a reprieve From life and death Misery and regret All the hooks A chorus of fools Making me sing along As if I had a choice to Oh, wait I do For more Poetry, click here. For … Continue reading I Do. A poem.
Face to face, again. Faced with reality, we Shrink back in our shells. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Face to Face. A haiku.
Purge yourself Of every eloquent dream And existential monument To what was and could be Purge yourself So your bulimic brain Can watch those thoughts Cascade down the drain Purge yourself For all the bad and good It will and … Continue reading Purge. A poem.
Vacant look, vacant head If only I had dreams instead To fill my airy, vacant head And put this emptiness to bed. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Vacant. A poem.
I, the scrap, On a detritus field Of tumbledown moments. I, the waste, Along with the stains And bitter reprieves. I, the torn, Of paper cut truths And angst-worthy solemnity. I, the scrap Rusted, bent, broken And, finally, discarded. Recycle … Continue reading Recycle Me. A poem.
My salt mine Is mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt For all its worth For it’s mine and mine alone If I am worth my salt If it’s all mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt Until … Continue reading Salt Mine. A poem.
Slip the knife in there, Just between my ribs and soul. Makes you feel good, eh? For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or … Continue reading Slip. A haiku.
When hope is lost – Flushed, like paradise Down a whirlpool Of hyperbole I embrace the coming Riptide, let it drown me In consequence And swallow me whole. “Back again,” I think, As the undercurrent Draws me down Into my … Continue reading Black Dog Abyss. A poem.
Thoughts desiccating, Like snow on afternoon tarmac; Turning elegant meridians Into mist. An inelegant design, Fractured by uncertainty And regret And all left to chance. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the … Continue reading Memories Lost. A poem.
Time is short It stands in line, dwarfed by all the other narcissistic concepts All wanting a piece of our mind Another piece of the pie A little bit more of our Time is Wondering when it will have its Time in the sun And yet Time flies When you’re having fun And there’s never enough Time is Needed to do all the things Needed to be done My time is so important But not as much as yours Time is Something we all want more of But even when we have it We just fritter it away As if … Continue reading Time is. A poem.
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