What I know 
that I don’t 
need now or
likely ever did 
in my life 
are the deserters 
those who embolden 
and embrace anarchy 
be it righteous 
or the pursuit 
of one’s happiness 
despite the odds 
and when the 
first volley fired
turn and run 
the opposite direction 
I will stand 
stay and fight 
bringing my ideas
to light and 
life or death 

Some treasure troves 
are never found 
they remain buried 
where they’re left
hidden away in
some distant cave 
or beneath sand 
or in the 
chests of those 
who carry them 

The sun awoke 
before me today 
bathed and dressed 
and already shining 
I found him 
pooling on the 
porch my cold
feet quickly warming
as I splashed 

A brush
a breeze
an almost 
kinda sorta 
sitting here 
and wondering 
like a
car in
a ditch 
dazed and 
amazed thinking 
did I
avoid fate
or destiny
and will
if ever 
either might 
come again 

Titles are just 
pet names for 
those poems that 
that we are
most fond of 
how can one
reduce affection to 
a simple name 
boo bean or 
sweet sweet pea 
come to mind 
when I think 
of titling loves
of my life