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from a youth
where muscle had abounded
and they had drank heartily
to the claims
of scandalous deeds
once bedroom bold
swarthy
men who drove iron pegs
men who worked the docks
men who herded cattle
out on the frontier
now sullen
pigeon-hearted
down to a single hair
thin men, fat men
all beaten inward
forced to absorb it all
consigned to the benches
of the world
stoic however
like an orchestra enduring a light rain
mercifully trying to keep to the bar
as the mist
sweeps through the arches

Love is sometimes bitter
It can also be delicious
Not junk, but, sometimes, you litter
Wasteful and avaricious

What I look for is a moment
Where I have you in the cross-hairs
You are my target, my key component
Don't want to catch you, all unawares
What I look for is more than a minute
Where you and are looking eye-to-eye
In your future, am I at all in it?
Or am I just that annoying guy
That guy who always puts into verse
I want to ad-lib, not be adverse
Look at me as a blessing, not a curse
Not always the best, but never worse

Love is sometimes bitter
Occasionally, it's hard to swallow
All things of value do not glitter
I'd prefer you lead, rather than follow

In the moonlit night, our love takes flight,
Two souls entwined, shining so bright.
Underneath the stars, our hearts align,
A love story written in celestial design.

Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin,
Ignites a fire, a passion deep within.
In your eyes, I find my solace and peace,
A love so pure, it will never cease.

With every whisper, your voice a sweet melody,
A symphony of love that sets me free.
Together we dance, our hearts in sync,
Lost in a world where only love can think.

Your laughter, a symphony that fills my soul,
Turning life's moments into something whole.
In your arms, I find my sanctuary,
A place where love blossoms, extraordinary.

No words can capture the depth of what I feel,
A love so profound, it seems unreal.
You are my muse, my forever inspiration,
A love story written in eternal celebration.

So let us embrace this love we share,
In a journey of love beyond compare.
For in your presence, my heart finds its home,
Forevermore, together we shall roam.

There are times
When I feel an affinity
With an old forgotten book
Dusty and worn
With a sad pitted cover
Where the elements and time
Have taken their toll
The chapters of my life
Make no great reading
Like the book
Neither of us is a classic
But we both have a story
To tell
In pages so steeped
Within sadness and sorrow
As great bitterness and regret
Weep from both our spines
And the glue
Which for so long
Bound us both
To our own existence
Had deteriorated
Beyond all recognition
But more than any other thing
The final two words
Of both our journeys
Remain true and constant
“The End”

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I running out of room
For the stuff I have that should be swept out with a broom
Books, movies, and CDs, oh my!
But this year I will try
To find a good baked good
This woman told me I should
But the cupcakes had cream cheese filling
Plus she wanted eight dollars for four in the billing
I said to myself I don't want stuff in my cupcake
Away from this garage sale to someone else who knows how to bake
So away I drove and could not find
A lady told me, not in front of the building, but behind
So the chocolate cupcakes I got, which was nice
And I got them for half the price!

Enter the winter
rolling hail in the street
I think of refuge
after the roses have died
and the leaves have filled the streets
you feel the curl inside
the harboring of breath
as if the age will not pass
the secret is to lie in a hot tub
with the steam rising high
and whistle a merry tune
"Spring, wonderful spring.."
until the wine runs low
then off to bed you go.

The hourglass sifts down towards the bottomless undertow. The heart beats faster than what has ever been known. The soul shakes to the sound of the aftermath. The world turns until it burns and crash. As you lay in the wayward light falling into a dream. Decent into the emptiness of the stars as they beam. Into your eyes a darkness Fades into tears. Bringing your mind to the worst in life of all your fears. Creating a moment and in that moment it's an eternity. But in that forever moment the night has shown us rain. And in that wayward light those feelings though bottled up hurt for only just a day. One day the hurt will be gone as I look at the golden haze.

buried my toes in snow
earth so brown below
brown frozen holding down
snow all over earth like crown
I was freezing

pretty pain from one snow flake
it kept me for sure wide awake
was I something death could take
another devil for God’s sake
the frost was teasing

hand of sleep reached me so
my breath was pretty bad to blow
I should have known this years ago
like any other flying crow
the frost was pleasing

As soon as you pray it echoes
only God consumes its meaning
in this tall room with high rafters
once built for reverence

There's a small bell in the corner
it is chiming in the morning draught
I imagine a spirit still resides here
in this once loved sanctuary

Weddings and funerals all passed
ceremonies for the masses
we watch the candles burn
sunlight through the panes

Salvation may be hidden
in the mysteries here, for all I know
I turn a page and read
"In the beginning.."