And as I sit
watching the sun rise
behind me like a
sneaky child looking for
a hug the dawn
smiles upon the tallest
peaks still snow covered
turning them colors like
a kaleidoscope I had
so majestic making everything
around them both other
mountains and man bow
in their quiet humility
It’s quite simply stunning
Category: Poetry
AlDente
I am a pot
of pasta having been
set to boil unattended
Many called me reckless
but I thought free
And now after three
years of lid on
simmering I am ready
to once again roll
to a boil heating
things up acting crazy
Dodos
Why is it that
men don’t want friends
men used to be
friendly but now more
than ever they’re suspicious
and selfish wanting only
what they want which
usually is sex now
I know females frustration
men want their pleasure
without the responsibility of
having the real intimacy
Men if the world
could figure out another
way to populate itself
without us we would’ve
gone out like dodos
Death
There is life after
death death being the
loss of anything there
before that isn’t anymore
Death is thought bad
but death is the
harbinger of change a
door a moment a
time place or person
Most of us hold
on clutch pinch and
grasp just let go
because this thing you’ve
been trying to keep
has been gone long
ago and that new
thing right over there
is was has been
waiting for you quietly
It’s
Most days it’s nothing
while others it’s something
sometimes it’s even meaningless
and at times everything
Often it’s hoped for
missed but never forgotten
It’s even longed for
often taken for granted
It’s been abused misused
stolen and cheaply sold
What is the it’s
that I’m talking about
