It happens this way
right before giving up
something someone new happens
causing one to pocket
their detonator to delay
the explosion or fizzle
of yet just another
disappointment and or frustration
somethings never blow up
no matter how much
emotional dynamite one packs
into each other’s hearts
some just sputter sizzle
and remain dormant until
the next flash happens
Category: Poetry
All
All I want
more than anything
to do to
you is to
touch you in
the one place
that everyone else
has always avoided
and stay there
for ever more
your memory of
me will carry
me into infinity
Possibilities
The sun kisses me
with possibilities it warms
my darkest corners and
the wind carries with
it my love affection
and care like elm
paratroopers spinning spinning round
and landing somewhere new
I live for love
for hope and how
to remain in the
sun basking in the
idea of happiness found
Bach
Upon listening to Bach
I lament but also
wonder wondering about why
but more importantly what
what if anything will
come should someone too
Somewhere in Bach’s melodies
I find comfort somewhere
between the violins and
cellos I find breath
deep sighs and regret
taking me back to
when followed by what
and eventually facing why
Bach helps me heal
wounds long ago scabbed
and now just scarred
Morning
Morning is a magical
time for me when
people and ghosts rest
it is eerily quiet
serene and peaceful before
everyone awakens and turns
calm into selfish scurrying
pursuit a great time
of intimacy and exposure
when all of us
whether lion or mouse
stirs moves and ambles
shaking off the dust
of our dreams before
