Archive for April, 2013

My Creational Muse

Posted: April 3, 2013 in Uncategorized


Channeling my creativity

To bring words from mind to fingers and my fingers to your eyes

I surprise myself, taking words and experience down from the shelf

Of life, in order to write, I write to create, to cause a stir

To blend it all together into scribbled blur.

Maybe she inspires me, prompts me to write the way I do

Prompts me to say the things the way I do

Maybe it’s the sun, with its power and beauty, the warmth of it soothes me

Nourishes my soul, I feel whole when under the sun

Do I write for fun, of course, finding ways to creatively curse

I swear…that this is bull excrement, trying to define the intent to reasons why I write

Maybe it’s just poetry season, maybe it’s that time of the month

My monthly period point blank, thank you for my muse,

Thank you for being you and allowing me to use you to amuse you

And to soothe you with words that move you, that is if you choose to listen.

The sun glistens on us as we dance in the sand, on the shore of tomorrow, never borrowing

Today to share in yesterday’s sorrow. Creation gives me inspiration, channeling imagination

Towards success my destination sharing all the information words we use to condemn nations

And words we use to seek salvation and end up with Creation.


Broken Man

Posted: April 3, 2013 in Uncategorized


What have I done?

Sneaking away from 11 years of love in the darkness of the night

But, what have I done that is worse than what she’s done to me

So much for eleven years, spoiled, by two days of perpetuated insolence

Abandoning my heart

I only wanted and vowed to love her

Now I live in my car, not wanting to be too far from home

Maybe she’ll take me back and forgive me for leaving her alone

The pink rose I picked from someone’s yard stuck me deeply

Reminded me of the pain I felt when…


I found out. 

Would she have told me?

I cried so hard, alone, with no one in sight

Beggin’ this broken-heart of mine

To just give it one more try

And I, pride thick, ego quick to talk myself away from her

Gouging myself on the thorn of relationships rose

Black and dying, so much for trying

Something inside is telling me that I need her to survive

Need her to keep me alive…

I’m lost, nailed to a cross that I have to bear

Memories of her, bare with another…..

I can’t bear to say it, can’t stand to think of it

So I left, rather than see her face

Rather than stay in the same place

I ran, fearing the struggle to forgive her

Fearing what I would do in a moment of anger

Fearing…or just afraid of learning to trust all over again

My heart – literally hurts, not figuratively like in a story or poem

I’m crushed and alone

Tired of ignoring the calls to my phone, deleting messages before they play

Is there hope for a broken man?

What more can I say


Posted: April 1, 2013 in Poetry

Changing colors

Colors changing

Eyes red from tears shed

Opaque excuses, clearly the she is not the offender

The pretender is he, hiding behind digital walls, deciding not to call

His colors changing, ranging from hot Sun yellow (anger

To deep dark ocean blue (sadness

The danger and the madness of mood swings

She sings songs silently, silent sirens swallowing silence

Of the systems soft supple kiss

Her case was missed as he didn’t, his hands embracing her face

With open palms, she tried to calm him down but he was Red

Her face matched his mood, c’mon dude,

stop hitting her,

just stop