I’m tired of hotels
having lived in four
in these four months
it might seem glamorous
to some living the
hotel life but for
me it is grinding
like living in purgatory
waiting for sins to
be calculated waiting wondering
with so many strangers
all of us strangers
but me yesterday I
got the call finally
to move to Heaven
a small apartment overlooking
Denver and the mountains
Category: Poetry
Keys
I have keys in
my pocket who knew
that keys could make
someone so incredibly happy
Keys these are keys
keys unlocking things keeping
away from others things
Keys keys to the
heart keys to the
soul keys I have keys
keys
after all of that
after years and years
and years of disappointment
after years of believing
of pretending and hoping
after years of figuring
and years of saving
after all of that
I have my keys
Dream
I am learning that
There are dreams and
Then there are dreams
The dreams which most
Have are dreams which
Never come true and
Then there are dreams
That are really destinies
Those dreams are the
Hardest and require the
Most so much more
Most that they become
Life and not fantasy
Words
I have lots on
My mind the least
Of which are words
Or my words actually
While I wait upon
The words from another
Someone
The reason why you
Might have do love
Someone shifts like snow
Drifts or sand dunes
What was there yesterday
Is no longer today
So if the things
That you love someone
For do change then
Why do you love
Them in the first
Place because it’s not
The things or the
Promise of the things
It’s only ever the
Someone never the something
