Category: Poetry

Kindred Song (Singing Out) how might I grow beyond this sad shell; I hope to someday gain something better, by way of singing out my timid heart… then seeing features smile towards the sound of a pleasing vocal; as it flows through the night-life-gathered… so hungry they are for a kindred song 1-12-08

Cool Drowning drinking deeply of the cool drowning; and so what if it hurts, sometimes… because in the end you’d done it all for that forever swimming 1-12-08

Walking Through Walls left behind, to now dwell in this sad and lonely state… who was it that took your youth and life away; giving you nothing, but years of loss to look forward to… everyone’s grown and gone; but those who remain fear your very being 12-13-07

Tasting The Moments taste this moment; licking the lips, and sinking deep into total blissfulness… because now is truly all we’ve got; and tomorrow, all will in turn begin to rot; so what in the end will we have ever kissed 1-18-08

No Quarter, No Change if I had a shiny coin, I’d send it sailing; then call it in midair… because some decisions are just too tough, to make on our own 1-13-08

The wind had been blowing From west today, It may bring some rain. I am hoping that it will bring the softness to the soil again. The wind is blowing From the west again. I love your gentle breeze. You always bring changes- sometimes rain- Another time thunder, hail or mist. Someday Hurricanes! The wind…

((Un-requited love hurts, even when it is you doing the un-requiting.)) i. He said to me, he said, ‘I want to fall in love again I want to be in love again’ I nodded my head and told him I knew what he meant, and I smiled thinking of that other boy. ii. He said…

In California, guys have a thing about long hair. “I mean I can see your scalp and am I really going to take you to meet my parents when your hair is an inch off your head, I mean they’ll think I’m gay! “ There was this guy who asked me to grow my hair…

credits: Vangelis ( “Misty “) Kraustrujillo (YouTube) Did you ever (thinking of my Mother, who died when I was young, thinking of my daughter, and remembering walking alone along a quiet beach in Angola, Africa, with the waves coming steadily ashore…) Did you ever, stand on a shore, and gaze out to sea? Did you…

I flew alone (An allegory of Man’s eternal quest for love) I flew alone in stormy skies and forced my tired, aching eyes past looming clouds and dark despair through lightning laden night time air in desperate search for guiding light with only ragged tops in sight. The hungry mountains mocked my breath cold granite…