Sometimes you just don’t
Can’t won’t or will
Sometimes the desire is
Gone keeping you still
And quiet faraway from
Writing like a pill
Whether swallowed or penned
Simply paying the bill
For things already written
Category: Poetry
I2Wish
One day I hope
That someone will read
These words and wish
That they’d been written
And read to him
I do get tired
Talking to the flowers
That sprouted from seeds
That I had planted
Just once I wish
That a flower would
Talk to me knowing
That it seeing me
Is what makes me
Into a beautiful poem
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Sleep I do
Sleep I must
Dreams they woo
Dreams they dust
Wake I too
Wake I trust
Day we shoo
Day we bust
Night it soothes
Night it shush’s
Politics
There is a game
One in which there
Is never a winner
Or even a loser
Just carnage abysmal carnage
And like most carnage
It gets burned buried
And forgotten to make
Room for more games
And more carnage yet
It’s a game played
Every four years and
Nothing ever changes except
The depth of dead
Will we ever learn
This needs to change
America
It’s with a heavy
Heart that I admit
That I am scared
Breakups are never easy
Yet here we are
Once had now gone
I will miss you
And what you promised
I did love you
But then you cheated
With the one that
You promised to avoid
You promised me that
Never shall we mingle
And yet you did
I should’ve expected it
Seduction is always sweet
Until the apple bitters
And it always does
