BEG

Silence
Louder
When
Silent,
Echoes
Ripple
Canyon
Walls.
Heavy
Emptiness
Abandon,
Lonely
Sound
Tearful
Soul.
Chilling
Mute
Hollow
Screaming,
Breathless
Wake
Crying
Call.
Ice
Cold
Feeling
All
Alone,
Living
Lonesome
Love
Is
Gone.

CRUSH

Is it an image?
Wandering my mind
Or words
Hiding from view
Perhaps a feeling
Hiding inside
Split open
Streaming passion,
Engulfing you.

WITHOUT FEATHERS

Yesterday
Young
Old today
Matter
On the way to
Decay,
Hoping
Steer clear
The pain
That casts
Upon
An aging mind.
Give the kiss of life
To Family spirits
Nourish love
Without no limits.
Once
The best
Now it’s
Time
To rest,
On Heavens
Branch
Inside
My nest.

4

I pray
Thank the Lord
Daily
4 Everything he
Provides.
I pray
4 the unwell
Deprived
Dispossessed
Lost souls
I pray 4
Families in anguish
I pray 4
A better world
I pray 4 my family
I pray to become
A better person,
I pray 4 you.

DANCE YOUR LIFE AWAY

In this duplicitous world,
Two-faced Devils foxtrot
To the beat
Of your favorite
Tune.

AND YOUR NAME IS…?

Snobbery,
Insecure Desease
Lame less hearts
Young
Old
Farts.
Mindless
Landlord
Travelers of void
Clutch shallow suitcase
Replete with empty
Eternity.
Progressive
Degrading insulation
Dripping liquid egos,
Blind conquistadors.
Powerful stupidity
Conquer weak souls,
Factory made Lucifer molds
Sun bathe in dark pit holes.

WWJD

As you walk thru life
Your friend suddenly
Stabs you
Someone else
Punches you
Your girlfriend/wife
Is unfaithful
You’re robbed
Bad mouthed
Harassed
Envied
Yelled
Cursed
Undeservedly fired
Threatened
Deceived
Ridiculed
Tortured
Your brother
Steals from you
And as it gets worse
And your reaction
Could become
A chain reaction
Best stop and think…
…What would Jesus do?

RAMONA

Bought a $2000 teacup Yorkie
Long and CRAZY story, don’t ask…
…unless you have time to spare.
She now has flaky skin
Allergies,
She’s
Losing hair
Looks like a drenched parrot
Bites like a great white,
But it’s only a phase.
Her brother lives in
Lenny Kravitz’s
Miami mansion,
Ramona’s stuck with us.
We love each other,
Irony is priceless.

THAT’S HOW IT IS

I think I’m a poet
Don’t care if you do
Won’t write about Robins
Fragile petal flowers
Undercover moons.

I think
Look up
Write it down
In my room.

What it means
I don’t know,
Ideas
Come and go.
Eventually
Out of the blue
This poem
Might be for you.

This is true
That’s my way
Sometimes
I Have nothing to say
But If I’m lucky
And you’re in town
You’ll be reading
This today.

SIN RULES

You divorce
Date other people
Live or have
Sex with them
Sometimes out of love
Sometimes because you’re lonely.
The example is set
Under similar circumstances
Your children probably
Will act the same way
Now you don’t have
Moral authority to
Stop
Or judge them…
…good luck.

I TRY

And I try
Not to look for
For you picture.
And I try
Not to envision
Your face
And I sigh
Swiftly falling
From grace
Exorcise my mind
To space
Preventing my eyes
To sin
Averting my soul
Within
And I try…
…Introduce,
Forbidden Love
To the wind.

MISCONCEPTION

Had to lie.
When asked,
Said I worked at McDonalds
Fellow students
Would never understand…
…Care.
An art student
Living under the shade of the Empire State
Footsteps away 5th Avenue
Not having to work???
I’d be a snob from abroad
Worst yet
I was an ambassador’s son,
What a Bum!
He feels no pain
Has nothing to gain
Homeless people have more to say!
Never felt like explaining
Lying was much easier
Become one of them
Should have told them,
About my homeless heart.

RECOLLECTION

Rewriting
Getting nowhere
Fed trashcan
18 sentences
Basically
Missing your heart’s voice
Those fried ant snacks
Tablecloth’s coffee stains
Father and son chat.
It’s been 68 seasons
I’m you to my boy
He’s 20 years of remembrance,
Just not the same
What a shame.