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“Pattern of a Poet”

Worth it, but never worthy enough

Try not to care, but who would believe the bluff

Stifle the pity, another fish will be

Sea of them, as it goes, this curse won’t leave me

Free to form my conclusion, its all an illusion

In this life, no better half, no final fusion

Slipping through time, all but sinking in the sands

Meditating, stuck with my face in my hands

  Say it aint so, say you won’t go

No,…

“Until next time”

Miss almond eyes,  Thanks for the good vibes Cloud mountain soul sista  This shy boy, is gonna miss ya 

I told a woman I thought she was cute, and she smiled. Yea, it’s not out of this world amazing, and I’m sure a million girls were told they were some type of wonderful this weekend by a boy who wanted to kiss her, but this weekend, I told a girl, and she smiled.  Brace the uncomfortable, it’s not meant to be easy. I never, and I mean ever, tell women I’m interested in them. Growing up I have…

“Humility”

Maybe, I am just a normal man With eyes that see the good in every one  Hoping to inspire them to chase their plan Lending support, so their race can be won Maybe, I am the shepherd, leading sheep to water Giving, teaching, that we are all the same For every person deserves a taste of victory When defeat is all they have known Maybe, I am insignificant, a spec of stardust Lost in the universe,…

“Eve of Change”

Fall is approaching, autumn leaves are floating, lawns littered orange, yellow, and red, celebrating the living and the dead, time for scarfs and jackets, trick or treat and ghostly racket, wind chills and pumpkin carving, corn stalks for mazes and harvesting; and the most wonderful thing of all, the beauty of nature that is,   fall Note: this is a repost from 2013.

“The struggles”

Timber, it all came crashing down A tidal wave of pressure, Like a New York intersection at rush hour Holding onto the wheel, searching for the power Clinging to hope, that this rain cloud would pass These bad days, they wouldn’t last Darkest before the light, is what they say Wonder if depression, works that way?  Go to sleep calm, wake up manic See the sun shine, and wash off the panic Dressed…

“Depth of depression”

Drowning, a soul cycling Dante’s Inferno Cursed and tormented by every decision Never right, nothing done correct; rejected Sticks and stones, heartbreak and anomic  Around, the world spins on, a circus life we live Snap, chat, click, tap, a social norm of 10 seconds, no more Behind a glass shell, freedom sits chained 

“O’look at the time”

Sedated, the mundane days bleed into the weekends Satire keeps the regulars around, until the clock tick tock’s around Twelve, the shell of a night, where was I going? No where Dry pages beneath cracking finger tips, shift from lazy to a stampede Moon light was the adrenaline for the imagination to wisp awake Owls, stars, bats, and bars; the night life was as offbeat as I Fly Marty, aint nothing…

A trip, a drip, a slip, all the things one can hope for in the California sun. A wave, a high, a purpose, a difference. Shutting one door, and opening another.  Exactly what has to be, or it shall continue to be routine. Smothering, hovering, covering, fluttering, and far from ideal. It’s crowded I. A way that is no way fun or helpful to find success in your dreams. Regardless of the lust that…