More Poetry

Let Go
‍The world’s touch has changed, for me
That part of reality in wait
Its time arrived to occupy my thoughts.
The careful shelter common, of thinking light
Has been invaded, unexpected

Death, was always more than a tale
But so far off, with the unlikeliness (for the ones I loved) of jail
But now, in somewhat shock, somewhat surprise
I see that time, has arrived
What’s in front, now compromised

How few times left it seems
(I asked for your agreement)
Is it likely we’ll share our stories
We’ll (face to face) remind ourselves of our shelved glories

How time compressed it stalks
How much less to go we’ll take
How much left there is to know
How left set aside stamped ‘no’.

With seeming unreason
Gone concepts, sight and season
Gone all memory banks
Matter no longer lived one of human rank

Let go

‍Tried to See Your Face
Two years and a half and I see ya
Your face so bright and beauty clear
A week it stayed within, pictured right
Then it was a fight
To make it just right reappear

Tried to see your face

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Paper Heart
I just see her name
And all that stuff inside activates
And in coming down I admire
The power she can flash inside me
Like flames from a fire

Of her story
Look, it’s more than one can contain
I’ll try to do it justice, not bore ya
Without a clue as to where to start,
It’s not my place to entertain

It was a bit like breaking up this time
Though that was something for real
So farback
The aftermath perhaps akin to i
The aftermath perhaps akin to
Time following a heart attack

More Fifties Gone
‍And I got 5 hours of Fifties Left
Sittin at Gate A1, Waitin’
That’s what’s most of that decade
But now it’s light, bright, bright

But now it’slight, bright, bright
And I got problems sleepin’, the largest undelight
Except to catch that mirror, see my sight
When tired out, let’s say it’s no delight

The Last Few Hours of Fifties
I noticedit at 22, a.m. was 2Had an ideawhat I’d doTo Yuma Iflew, or expectedSomewherein there I’d sleep, right now rejected But reallydejected, not completelyNot, infact the idea of preciousness had hold ‘meInsuperstition perhaps time was pregnantBorn at theend of fifties tooWhat littleleft of 59 would play out gently. Even thesound of sixty seemed.. scary Fiftiesplayed out as if waiting and debatedDangerouslybroken cast aboutAt times,the best, found my gifts expoundA brand newtown And now I’mleft to wonder what’s on tapFor sixtiesI wish success, as dense as luck will packDull factin note only sober’s helping slapRatherchopped up looking back In the 22of hours aheadI know willmirror the time until I’m deadThe happydarkness, the alive of nowThegrinding lack of sleep aheadThe tediousstruggling wait outsThe packingstill to do the things I can’t get out ofTheplanning out of clothes to wearThefiguring out what part I want to play outThe ticketbought locked in overall directionThe maybe I’llmeet my love of allAfter thereality love deserves inspectionThe promisegiven of a gift just afterWhen Iturn, the expecting something afterThe mess Isee around me being the old young things have scatteredAnd the nota thought of midnight next a very old manSeems wouldbe simple to imagineBut towhich my mind by other focusWon’t untilI’m near there of all deception bendPart of meseems young, I’m glad there
When March2019 What if I’mwrong, alrightI can’tjust say bring it onWhat if I’mright, all right, how niceNow that, I’llbe inclined, belong, be strong When, I saywhenI’ll spitit out in timeLike amother henYou ain’tgonna mind Piece ittogether, will yaLeave thatstory line to me
What’s Next March2019 When I think of you and me most deeplyThere is only you and meEveryone else disappears completely I can’t help but think that wayA dozen times a day What’s next, honey. What’s next? How could I foresee when I was young, my mind repeatingThought this way A liar’s story, a trajectory uncommonInvaded patiently, as years collectedUntil all other possibilities, revealed as fleeting, loverejected What’s next honey. What’snext. Now the past, sitting like something stackedBeg the questions large and unrelaxedOf how much longer’s left, this but the middle of looking back?Or am I reflecting now the most I’ll everTo darkest possibilities one reacts What’s next honey. What’snext.Live it as if it is foreverI developed a habit of with you in betweenUntil I die, or lose my memoryBlackBread Binge March2019 Burblingbriskly because beautifully bakedblack breadbingeing bad behaviorbegins bybelieving big bite be best
Oh You Thing March 2019 You skallyway, you creatureYou soft shorn tonsured testament!Terrible you are, fractured in reasonBy some rare fault of thoughtSome simple known dangers blockedFrom which you’ve ignored of recognitionContinue to sit in waitTo lowly emerge on schedules uncertainAnd depress the assumptions commonWe have of what to expect from one another
In aHurry March2019 A pack ofwords wandered byFar moretime needed to judge wise.Theinstinct won to let them flyAnd let goanother chance to be measured right
Truly March2019 If youfound a way to winOr simplygetting inTo theextent that makes you glowAlso liesin wait to make missing low
Madness March2019 I’m madderabout you More than ever
SpearAftermath 2-15-19   Once in, in one playMany more that muchThe spear put in has its wayMakes you of its touch Rock harder to seeDissolved hidden except awayfrom meIt’s all that I knowOr it’s all that comesout (In sound I mean) Allows room to growToss caution and doubtThis age that I amThe spear did not see O to be young and glamWho’d not agree?Not meI think not him But what do I knowSo long agoThat spear burrowed inAnd gave to us all A strike, a strike of thatspearThat pictured the bestAnd of man what befallsTall and here and gone Like him, we tooOK perhaps lessSome day will be gone, likethisAll alike, but not yet Putting English in thrustThe spear’s might alldependsYet of those of the BearShow different lives wellenough If in the right hands it isgivenAnd read right given passion  At least in our daysThe spear still has itsfortunate wayTo make quiet reaction We’ve given up spearsAt least that’s what onemight thinkSo hard to follow,So hard to follow. But once again, we’ll neverknowWhat time will examineExcept to observe Like him, in our own way it’smuch we doGo on with our lives, and attime marvelHow incredibly strange andwideSo much to carve out Then set it asideGo on with our dayBut once thrust in to degreeIn places we can’t seeWithout we’d survive andjust fineIf that’s the right wordBut why not add, look atthat? That’s all that it was IsupposeA blow more a glanceThat quietly sticks More than inevitable miss With words that fly pastAt incredible speedSay take what you willBy showing differences largePerhaps gave us view largeThat said difference kill If you understand wordsspokenHey, family unbroken Leave it as this
    Backyard 1-26-19 An ailingfact that’s not to be debatedIt comesdown to who is hatedA measuredtone, a roiling globeA pleasuresweet, a strong relief Why, wewould cast ourselvesIn matchingmarching tracksIn alldirections delvedAnd backedup all with facts Cut it back Again, and again, and again And again. Cut it back Anticipation,satisfactionBadly bornof boiled impatienceDreamy ephemeralreactionsConformedinto our sidling agents Cut it back Again, and again, and again And again. Cut it back Not matterhow many timesThe grassgrows backThat grassground downHas a wayto know, how to react Cut it back Again, and again, and again And again. Cut it back Catch yourcabbage, creature!Takesjoycey out, oh duckies!  Mysterious 1-10-19 It’s allmysteriousAllAll of it,mysterious Crawl, timecrawlMysteriousTall andsmall, mysterious End andstartMysteriousEnjoy andpart, mysterious AlivemysteryMysteriousTo see andbreath, mystery Be inmemory, called historyMysteryNext nowmakes more of me, mystery So muchsays, you’ll never knowAll behindthis mysteryI try, I’ve,I’m trying, to just, let it go   Let it flow SkinWrap Ride 1-10-19 He justkeeps on lookin’ round him In a way where everything’s a signHe keeps onlookin’ at what’s coming at him Hopin’ one will hit him just right Eightysomething round the sun He figures he’s got time yet to knowWhat’scurious relief and his own form of fun Or hope to become the famous faceThatfigured where we go What onecannot know He hopefully won’t ignoreRound androunds he goes Like all that have come and gone before It’s notlike there’s regret Not a once recalls having voice in the choiceIn just onemode to be what’s next All boils down to that indescriptionIn knockingthrough the noise Like skinthat covers the works inside We’re travelers on the outsideDenied ofview of important sights That might allow a better takeOn why we’reon this rideFleetingFeature 1-7-19 We havecompanyOn thisfleeting streetWe sharethe journeyBy the drawthat had us meet Theelectricity that lingersEmotioncrafted out from fingersNights thatlight and swallowSoundsastounding right Alightin the head Throughto morning Aftersmiling off to bed Feelingglory And oncefaded awayIn minorcounts of dayIs over tolap up timeWonderingwhat seems now a never mind Company OnFleeting Street Ecstasy Turnedlow to memory Wantingback again Soft recipeof painUntil itfeeds once more in vainFleetingever creature GettingGet Along Wrong 1-7-19 There’s nota one of us That doesn’t believe in something strange Not one noton this bus All masters, on call, as logic rearrange Curl oflips on each that say An exception that I am!By Christcan’t we Get Along! Get Along! So simple and only I can see it We just get along! TheTinker 1-4-19 Ya tinker,not you, he saidHe’s a manwhose got a handle as his rightAnd apurpose that’s far beyond me to fathomWhat’smighty, and what’s delight But then I’mjust a flattererAt least IwasLately I’veforgotten howEngaged inother matters Loosely I’dcat myself as changedI find itstealthy and disturbing Taking noteof thinking rearrangedTo saythere’s no going back… too early Chuggingthrough a dayBut the beardedempty glassIs how Ihave to make my wayTo avoidthe making of me, an ass By the timeI count to tenBy days atfirst then monthsAll that’smemorized divide againThis caringcrying dunce  Planet 9 2019 Let’s findPlanet 9 Just found is FaroutAnd ones ofit’s kind It’s notlike I’ll go there It’s just on my mind Stuff ofconsiderable size Depends on perspective Atom’s got lots of room inside When I wasyoung, Pluto was The last of nine, now eight Kinda simple, great Now if allopens up And how we find So much says shut up Don’t pontificate On what’s come of late In a wayyou know what’s coming next Something dull of tomorrow That today blows your mind DeadlyVirus Form of Words December2018, 5-23-19 “I don’tlike them, here on Earth”, he Heydrisized.“Thosebeggars, tramps and gypsies, Nomads, whores, and grumblers, Drunks, brawlers, traffic offenders, Psychopaths and swindlers. Segregate, humiliate And finally exterminate.”  No deadlyvirus form of words Can be destroyedIn timeforgot perhaps But inhorror so great The worst of all demandsTo beidentified, to innoculate To quarantine those phrases One hopesthe horror Also documented is enoughTo keepthem there, those words In sickly hospital prison And howeverthe walls defended From those who would so ever lightlyWithout awhiff of pain Extract them In doingso, themselves become Infectors In thegreatest of all outrages Joyce’yChoice December2018(withphrases from James Joyce) What aJoyce-y choice To have gone to the dogs a touchFor nobloomin’ reason at all Except the attach of glass it took.Took allthe bits of stuff put by And left his looks a-crook. Burglar December2018 Hey you,BurglarerYousandwich of excusesYouprobably have a habit Mustard faceTake themust away, and You’re what’s left Tried totake my mode of transportation As if you caredIt willketchup to you Tomato pasty faceTracksuited monkey It’llketchup to you Burglar manYou’re mind’sa jumpin rabbit As you carry on your habit If with ityou got away.. I’d get myself anotherA car can’tcare But I’ll never quite recoverAfter you,I’m ready for another TheBetter Leave August2018 The callcame slowThis judgeawayBreathinginJune turnedone day Wishes lostBy tiredluckShe hadn’tdrawnAway frommuch I’m smallIn iceFrozen allI’m tryin’ toseeWhy this isgone The callcame slowThisjourney doneBreathe in MarchJune isdone By thesewishesBy thisluckHadn’tdrawn awayAt all I’m smallIn ice Frozen all In tryin’ toseeThe best isgone  SadderMaker March2018 He’s madeof missin’ pieces Devoid of crucial matterGrey bitthat will scatter Speaks in voices he believes in Not one tobe repeated So much he’s revealed affectedFalls in tobe endured Dictator’s list cares not arrested Saddermaker look at me Tell me what kind of stealerTakes athing one needs Without a sense of feel To say Iwant to fox about This topic that your drum voice shoutsI can’tignore the distance That we need more than Einstein to fix Saddermaker, make me Twist in ways like wire in the windAnd all thefaults and famous lines Fly screaming, etched out where they’ve been Give aChance to Hell Blindness   Big BlanketStuff That’s what you’re intoWho’s not? Everywhereyou go Someone’s got a bigBig ideathey stick to Some smalllike I gotta get up in the morningThat’s soft Or give meall that money Cause something saysI shouldn’tlike you Be like you is better   Givesomething a chance And then closeYour mindto … Everysituation where That adds upTo disaster BestWorst Friend Somethingabout best friend Being also this one’s worst enemyLies inwait To tell me what to do Then Icomply and wait Wondering why I’m in no placeSo I sitand sulk and think Until I change my way And waitfor you To do again what you do so wellIs pull meoff the path I’m goin’ And landing myself in hell Nothingto Love I sentnothing to Love No birthday wishes or hello holidayWhat a wayto know Just the way it’s going to goFrom nowuntil the day When all this darkness has gone awayBits   Some secrets, they don’t exist At all, like tragediesunknown,What would have beens. Have no place in time,no home. A hurt leaves in its arch, often A wish to be remembered.More than kissing perhaps If only it were asrarely tendered. Speaking out collision is Faulty named potionUnseemly taking over In time reveals what oughts were set in motion. That other one and others That share the spaceinsideThat cannot hear the shouts I send About what are parallel to lies Of wild tales, vaguely lit Scenes and fables infull beliefNot standing in the way In bits we go,sorcerer’s spell we seek

Reunion   Again, a mourning, special oneLove of day and night, it’s hard and true.Today’s played game, except this timeWhose faces, make their plans to leaveAnd say no more What a way, to not saySo much, and quickly doEnough to keep on drying upDrops that eyes reveal insidesNow missing you Bottled up, lit longing light From tunnel’s end, comes dearest by surpriseFelt so clearly, seeming only closeFor a moment ventures nearestThen lightly spirits From taking over everyday in waitTo seeing face to faceFrom wish to want to what was thenSwirling parts what will embraceEnough to wait again Forever to the endLives will so strong to moldWhat unfolds brightly Now steals form to memoryAnd to my home I go Windows Somemiracles, in sorry fact Need at best be managedSome areone in a sea Like most Some livesilently in honor Or somewhat soBut whennear taken We know Just wherethey stand Near all the rest We do whatwe never dare Compare And toourselves We knowHow unfairit is It would be If they’rethe ones To go ********************** I know sucha one And what little I knowIs enough To bespecially hurt And specially touched Asspecially fit As she is As anexample Of our potential From startto finish It strikes us And shedescribed to us the now For her as well Until itturned to silence And we wait To hear ifthrough efforts She is saved Not able toimagine What’s next Neither inanticipation Or imagination Allowingthrough her example To dwell upon The effectsof what Comes next *********************** And infact, it was of cancer This matter Along withher This great exampleOf onebuilt right — Of divine we’re all —But herdivinely right As is more in her, not less ************************ Perhaps Iknew her less Because I’m not moreTo me sheconveyed Confidence and kindness She had apath She knew to go To make themost Of her stronger gifts All thegood she did I don’t have to imagine I know,because For me Nothingmore was needed Than this ************************* And now, wewait to find What the universe has in mind Whether indesign It will take this miracleFrom here,cut short What more is for her Fight! That extrabit we stand To have that somehowShe’s onedge of losing What canone make Of it Except tobe taken Where it will take us And hopethat in knowing How much we love livingBy knowinghow much We know what value’s There through her Perhapsthis can’t be,— Whatseems —This oncethen nevermore In fact thebetter answer Sits right thereIn front ofeach of every Outstretched face That asthere as are children (And I would point out If she had some, not knowing) That inthem is all that’s Needed. Or any children. In them, isto live again No less Neverexactly, accurately The sameWe liveagain We liveagain And everymiracle Like her the most of kindIs lost andreplaced By anotherWho can betold “Live like this one”There livedan example Because to this you will be measured By otherswho knew her And by her exampleHavemeasured themselves And did so Because weknew by instinct That to do so would openWithinourselves, windows