Wednesday, July 15, 2026

to sleep

maybe even dream
dream of what it all might mean
intent clear at dawn
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love sleeps soundly

the sun shines in your smile 
your eyes the color of blue sky 
your touch warm like the rays 
you start my day 

the moon glows through blinds
 the stars blanket cool skin 
your voice the whisper of a mountain breeze 
when you say "good night baby"
love sleeps soundly in your arms

pirouette

on my toes, but not my game 
a ballerina's pirouette 
Louboutin's with a red soul 
make a pretty silhouette 

crystal clear the morning light
the wine a deepest burgundy 
switching always back and forth 
bending deeply from my knees 

sleep, don't sleep 
dream, don't dream 
black and white to hazy gray 
this is how it seems 

want, don't want
love, don't love
pack it all away
thoughts on a rainy day 

on my toes, but not my game 
a ballerina's pirouette 
Louboutin's with a red soul 
make a pretty silhouette

dreams on water

hiding behind trees at the lake 
leaves falling in full moon light 
trading all we had for something new 
moonbeams glistening like diamonds 
sparkling dreams on rippling water
over pebbles straight to the ocean 

night birds call, gliding, ascending 
around the corner where the river is bending 
down the timeless banks of change 
where sleeplessness awaits 
searching for a friend to see me through 
the darkest of nights

but I am lost in rock formation 
blades of grass bent by howling winds 
sparkling iridescent in shallow light 
I know I won't be staying here 
living on my hopes and prayers 
just another line 
as my watch clicks the minutes by 
I'll know when my time has come 
to get what's mine 
to give the truth 

two shadows

two shadows meet
and fuse into one
a mixture, a blending
of sorts has begun
when darkness falls
a new song has been sung
when daylight emerges
so does a tight bond
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indomitable

Writing what I feel and think 
dissatisfaction, dilemmas, disillusion,
my soul and spirit in blog. 
It eases the pain somehow
helps me to come to terms,
thinking I am in control 
when a higher power dictates 
the past and the future. 
All that I am and will be, 
a future mapped out long ago 
a course that can not be changed
dark and light at the same time. 
Expecting the worst, 
hoping for the best. 
While my guardian angel sleeps 
the candles that were lit 
are extinguished unanswered.
A lifetime of obscurity 
that is dictated 
in day to day measures and
a future that is indomitable.

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

atrium of my heart

the prayers I said while on the beach
the closest place to Heaven for me
You are so close, I feel you there
Your grace is shining everywhere

I look for truths, talk out loud
shedding openly of this shroud
plead redemption to impart
this shattered atrium of my heart

answers come from my request
not what I wanted, but for the best
what I find is what I seek
and this truth will set me free
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thirteen years

thirteen years since we said I do
following the vows that we promised to
love, honor, respect are just a few
as we travel a path, while adding more rules

this happy day, as years pass by
and my oh my, how the time flies
maybe, not always, is there blue skies
but, giving all we've got to loving ties

building on yesterdays, starting each day anew
giving each balance, will see us through
the best saved for last, for me and you
since thirteen years, when we said I do  
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renaissance man

comfortable in jeans and boots
leather and helmet
waders and cap 
suit and tie

handsome in all 

a man of many talents
master of them all
well read, cultured
connoisseur of music and cigars 

soft spoken, soft touch 

a true renaissance man
in every since of the word
a man's man
every woman's dream

my wish come true 

visions that loom

a few stolen moments
with memories made
not spanning much longer
before quickly abating
not everlasting
not more than a year
not more than mirages
that quickly disappear

the visions that loom
every night in a dream
what rises to the top
like the thickest of creams
as we ran parallel
on two different lines
what you keep as yours
as I discard mine
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Saturday, April 18, 2026

effervescence

all of these things that I chase around
that bumps and rattles inside of my heart
noises and voices, illusions of choice
soft-coated songs with a velvet alibi

these things that take root here deep inside
weeds that suffocate the blossoms nearby
fragrant petals falling down one by one
runners choking each with a little white lie

if I can block out the buzz of what is 
that effervescence with all of its fizz
it tickles inside as I drink it down
gritty remainders on my crystal glass

as the moon works its phases through each of my nights
as a new star glows brightly on my evening sky
what once rose high with the sun to my east
has now settled softly somewhere in the west
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green-eyed monsters

I can’t see around the corners
or what in darkness prevails
but I hear the thuds and bumps at night
and the swoosh from the monster’s tail
I smell the stench of aggressions
that putrid, awful  perfume
it permeates my weaknesses
my senses reel in this room

my eyes can’t see before me
this gloom is way too thick
if I could find some matches
I’d light the candle’s wick
green-eyed is its make-up
and while it lays in wait
no activity for weeks and weeks
as it hones its cheating game

trusting is the flag I wave
virtuous and white
blinding in the daytime
fluorescent in the night
a love that doesn’t grow on trees
or on a prickly vine
am I growing like moss upon you?
or wasting precious time

one last shot to get it right
once more I offer a chance
watching, waiting on I go
doing this sweet, sweet dance
I’ll slay the monsters, one by one
I’ll be the only one left
I’ll stand here just as long I can
drying the tears I’ve wept

clairvoyant

in the smooth sand down by the sea 
you never declared your love for me 
you tell me there's an easy way 
then you try to illustrate...
after, tellin me I'm not part of your plan 
sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"

I never issued an ultimatum 
didn't quote the rules verbatim 
never told you I would not wait 
never turned my back in haste 
tellin me I'm not part of your plan 
sayin "I'm not the man you think I am" 

how would you know with just one look?
you opened the cover, didn't read the book 
I gave you lots of latitude 
while you were givin me attitude 
you told me I'm not part of your plan 
said "I'm not the man you think I am" 

but you were wrong, couldn't read the cards 
the reasons why I fought so hard 
I fell in love still anyway 
but all of that is yesterday 
tellin me I'm not part of your plan 
sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"

I never issued an ultimatum 
didn't quote the rules verbatim 
never told you I would not wait 
never turned my back in haste 
tellin me I'm not part of your plan 
sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"