A field trip road
take a mind to
a great adventure
on a hot summer visit
filter by the radiant sun
carrying through the day
singing along the way
with the anticipation
traveling to the desert state
to the Grand Canyon statues
in a slow-motion ride
with a sightseeing glimpse
of mesmerizing scenery
tall, strenuous mountains
deep climbing cliff steps
red built thick layer skins
with the display of height
showcase of own strength
of the strong image portray

My stomach turns
At the memory of loving you

I mistook the pain
For butterflies

To the last sight and the last sigh
I would climb, my one great desire
being growth.

And when I can rise no farther,
when death demands its last breath,
I would disperse my energies
and give gently away.

But my Creator -till the day
that my joy re-enters Yours
give me growth and its hope

And if perchance
I begin to stink
as the stagnant pool

let me not be deceived
but cut me cleanly away

An appetizer, essentially an
out of this world guacamole
quasi Neptune salad,
regarding self taught cook
earning prized counterpart
five Michelin stars,
when the missus artfully, carefully,
cannily, decorously, deftly,
and happily prepared
earlier today June 21st, 2024
for her favorite buzzfeeding nincompoop

The silent self
driven drifter
drastically
dragging his
folded enfeebled
feet . Steadily
staggering stumbling
towards the
tiring turning
tides of time
and its tragically
trampled trail
of troubles .
With a bluntly
emboldened
band eternally
tied across
his abnormal
brow . His
arms outstretched
wistfully wandering
through his
darkened
unmarked world
of open air .

My eyes and ears were burning,
and still I couldn't sleep.

All that I desired to do
was to lie there in a heap.

My motivation crushed again,
but I had to work to eat.

I couldn't get up out of bed
the darkness ran too deep.

The anxiety was so intense
I cried and wept for weeks!

I threw myself up out of bed
and walked out on the street.

And though the darkness still remained
I would not accept defeat!

Physically exhausted
Emotionally detached
Torn from my connection
My sacred communion
To some ethereal muse divine

Where the absence of words
has left me riddled with holes
dark and apathetic voids
aching to be smoothed over
patched and plastered
I replace with art

For words have become elusive
Feelings have not
In the silence of painting
I find respite
In the flowing water
brilliant pigments find life
within the sovereignty of
serenity and acceptance

He said, “let there be light”

and there you were.

You’re prone to penning poetry;
you've sensed the simple symmetry
that's hidden from most mortal eyes
behind a dull, but deft disguise:

The beauty of a leaf or bud,
the silence of a winding wood.
The echo in your deep heart’s core
that bids you love and hate no more.

You’re sensitive, some say a seer!
With prophet’s powers and eyes that peer
into the future, dark and deep,
where some will dance and some will weep.

That you moved on.

I thought we were forever.

Then, I thought we were a few years.

But, no matter how much I tried to squeeze my hope into some type of "something"

It didn't work.

I lost you.

And now I have to see you be happy,without me.

I guess I was the problem.