Tag Archives: #life

MEASURE OF A MAN

The measure of a man — not in his salary
In fact his currency is determined in fortitude…
pain and diversity being the true benchmark of maturity

The bedrock of conviction in his determination of decision
disallows the change of course by those who shout and defer
He is the oak tree that stands after torrential rains and wind

The measure of a man — not in height or fashionable wear
His walk tells the tale in sure stride and measured steps
Each footfall a thunderous testimony of his path in life

To those that know him praise the undying conviction of life
represented by his acts of compassion for love of family
God is his anchor and his ship sails the vast ocean of ‘Now’

The measure of a man — not in his house nor his title
but the little ones that gather at his feet at day’s end
and a loving woman that understands she is his reason to live
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CONFESSIONS

So many
confessions…
Unrelated obsessions


HAPPINESS

Happiness is not predicated
upon him saying, “Yes”
but rather, you accepting
his response…


BE COURTEOUS

Be courteous of others
While you steal your dreams
from the bank of life

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NEEDS

I NEED my pain —

its 99% of who I am…


DREAMS REST

How is now living today
within the noose of life
Considering lesser things
would brighten one’s day

FAN-
TI-
SIES
DE-
VOUR
UN-
PLEASANTRIES

Sleep catches the hook
upon which dreams rest
Piercing the back of skin
I dangle in twisting bliss

AN-
GUISH
NEEDS
NO-
THNG
TO EX-
IST

You make this all go away
When your kiss touches my fire
Upon my knees broken glass bleeds
A fine line between pain and pleasure

SA-
DISTIC
NEEDS
BEGGING
PLEA-
SANTRIES

But for now the hiss of eternal night
embraces the fears of my broken soul
Where no man’s land presses my mind
Against a rock and your cold wet skin

LO-
SEN
THE
ROPE
LETTING
ME FALL

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MANY TIMES MORE THAN TWICE

MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know

Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time

It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
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IF BY WIND

If by wind love blows this way
I choose to sway into bliss this day
and miss the hassel of life

And if fear betrays my path
muster an angel whose strength
portrays my great passion

For life and love
and the woman adored
by my heart forever more
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DYING IN BED

The bed, a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
Willingly i go – to my death

He comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul

Mother, I’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death

The coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
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COMPASSION

Compassion is a natural extension of our understanding and wisdom.

With true wisdom we grow more compassionate for the people we meet.

And with compassion we ourselves grow wiser.
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