Pardon my ill manners
For I will gobble
And drink wantonly for
I am thirsty and
Hungry but not dying
I am not desperate
I wish to live
Category: Poetry
Gift
Too often I fear
My aloneness prompts speed
Which often appears as
Desperation but really all
It is is glee
For someone new occurs
To me like a
Wonderfully wrapped gift given
To a child who’s
Unused to being given
Presents where my humility
Overwhelms my own caution
And when I realize
That you’re really mine
I tear you open
Belong
Everyone has something else
To do think about
Be with dream of
Me I have me
To do think about
Be with settle for
Oh just to be
That else for once
To do think about
Be with and have
Then I would belong
Silence
Silence only ever provides
One thing thought thinking
About what was said
Not said maybe said
And usually never said
Silence is the voice
Of reason of hunch
Of decision silence only
Ever comes after and
Thought always comes before
The next thing said
MyLife
How I have chosen
To live my life
Tomorrow will be today
Today will be yesterday
Soon to be over
Only to be remembered
And never be relived
For living things once
Is all they deserve
