With just a smile, she can take your life
And wound you deeply with her eyes
Her lies can shatter your faith with ease
Only showing what she wants you to see

She hides away like a child, so small
Yet always a woman, standing tall
She can make you love or leave you behind
Demanding truth, but never believing in kind

She’ll take what’s free, and never ask for more
Stealing like a thief, leaving you unsure
Her mind changes with each passing day
Ahead of her time, she’ll wait if she may

She promises Eden, yet brings pain
Cruelly laughing as you bleed in vain
She brings out the best and the worst in you
Blame yourself, for what she’ll put you through

How she takes as a thief but she’s always a woman
Oh, she never shouts or screams but laughs

Kindness and cruelty, in equal measure
Nobody’s fool, she’ll do as she pleases at leisure
Unconvictable, with a degree earned
Throwing shadows, leaving bridges burned

But even with all her flaws and deceit
She remains a woman, nothing to defeat.

:: 03.29.2023 ::

WHEN the moment i heard
the first rock fall i saw
my entire life in a single
moment of spectacular clarity
then the second ;as
NOTHING MORE.

:: 02-05-2017 ::

In the first part of my journey
i saw the skies without clouds
and the rivers were so dry

i saw plants and birds and things
and the sound was silent
but the ground was full of sound

After the first day i recalled
i was someone familiar as human
but felt good to be away
and sank into my dream

Upon the third day i began to weep
and removed my feet and mouth
and thought of my eyes and vision
realizing i’m not anyone yet

After eons i realized time was goo
how lost i was in morning broken sun
like the first burst of seeing you
the weakness sweetness of form
of human.

:: 03.28.2023 ::

The Poet’s notes:

The poem “Human of a First Morning” describes the experience of a person on a journey. The first part of the journey is characterized by a stark landscape with clear skies and dry rivers. The person observes plants, birds, and other things, but there is a silence that permeates the environment, even though the ground seems to make a sound.

As the journey continues, the person seems to lose touch with their human identity, feeling like they are someone unfamiliar. They sink into their dreams, perhaps seeking comfort or escape from the strangeness of their experience.

On the third day, the person experiences a profound sense of loss and begins to weep. They detach from their physical body, removing their feet and mouth, and reflect on their vision and identity. They come to the realization that they are not anyone yet, suggesting that their journey is a process of self-discovery.

Towards the end of the poem, the person reflects on the passage of time and how they have been lost in the morning broken sun. The moment of awakening, the “first burst of seeing you,” is described as both weak and sweet. The final line, “of human,” underscores the importance of human identity and the journey to self-discovery.

Overall, the poem explores themes of identity, self-discovery, and the human experience. It suggests that the journey to self-discovery can be disorienting and challenging but ultimately rewarding.

Complications arise in every supplication
I lack the insight to understand your ways
Like church bells standing steadfast and tall
Your eyes rise up to meet the skies

I yearn to share words and hold the hand
That guides the pen across the page
Ink flowing from the thinking-feeling minds
Of a world too often silenced

I see Emily in a skirt, dancing through the night
Oh, my Dickinson fantasy!
Let me help you pull the weeds from your garden
As I offer the words of a swollen sky
Watch them leap up onto your silver feet
In a frantic melody that pulses with life

They say that all good things must end
But I pray every single day
That your beating heart will keep burning bright
Forever illuminating your smile
Even when anguish tortures the soul

:: 03.29.2023 ::

As the poor little boy
Who has nothing but the stars and a few books,
I gazed into the night sky
And saw the twinkle in your eyes.

My soul, like the shadows upon the hills,
Was lonely until you appeared,
Like a rolling breeze that swept me off my feet,
Your love a snowy tendril land I have always dreamed.

After a day of watching
Eyes looking inside my mind,
Being the daily spectacle that stirred all sanity,
I saw your smile and everything was fine.

Oh, how I tried to learn poets,
With whom I adore, but they all pale in comparison to you,
Brilliant scientists too, but none can match the magic of your touch,
The way you make my heart sing, you’re my only muse.

Now, to learn the truth, imagining ‘twould better please,
Life pretending there is more in life than death,
With you by my side, my dear, my heart is at ease,
With you, my love, morality is ours because you’re mine till my last breath.

:: 03.28.2023 ::

Like a ray of light on a cloudy day,
You come into my life and chase the gray away.
A steady beat that moves my soul,
I know with you I can reach my goal.

Small child said it wanted it all

Chorus: Never let me down again,
I need your love to keep me sane.
When the world is spinning round,
You’re the only solid ground.

And she learns a b t though z

Verse 2: In the darkness you shine so bright,
A beacon of hope in the night.
You guide me through the ups and downs,
And lift me up when I’m feeling down.

She says, walrus should not be eaten
by beautiful Orca

Chorus: Never let nature down again,
I need your love to keep me sane.
When the world is spinning round,
You’re the only solid ground.

Bridge: Through the storms and through the rain,
You’re the constant in my crazy brain.
You hold me close and never let go,
And I know with you I’ll always grow.

Chorus: Never let me down again,
I need your love to keep me sane.
When the world is spinning round,
You’re the only solid ground.

Outro: You’re my shelter in the storm,
My anchor in the tide.
I’ll never let you go,
Together we’ll ride the high.

It means what it means.

:: 03.27.2023 ::

CHARLES BUKOWSKI’S CONFESSION

Listen up, folks, ’cause here’s my confession,
I ain’t one for modesty or discretion.
I’ll tell you straight, without any delay,
What I truly adore, come what may.

It’s hedonistic pleasure that I seek,
With every passion that I choose to peak.
I push the limits, go beyond the light,
And sometimes it scares the folks in sight.

But when the day is done and the night’s begun,
I’ll tell you, friend, it’s all for fun.
The sun will rise and the world will shine,
And I’ll be out there, living it up, feeling fine.

So don’t you judge or try to reign me in,
‘Cause this is who I am, and I always win.
My love for life is sweet and true,
And nothing, no one, can bring me down or subdue.

:: 03 26 2023 ::