As the years go by

As time will fly

The good and bad will weave

A tapestry of sorts

That grows and courts

Memories that’ll never leave.

Wrap your hearts

Within this cloak

May warmth beat back the cold

May bittersweet, loved


Never ever get old.


A bully is not a kind man

Who is just misunderstood

A wife beater isn’t a good man

Who did the best they could.

A cheater isn’t a great man

Who has a special need

A liar isn’t a fair man

Whose truth is to succeed.

It’s funny how up is down

And right is clearly wrong

When bottom feeder humans

Are weak while painted strong.

Sitting in the balcony

Gazing down at the man

who said she was tremendous

A queen

His queen

His prize.

All she had to do

Was sell her soul

Birth his son

And wait…

Faceless stranger

Stands on the shore

Looking for wonders

To later abhor.

Sticky fingers

Dirty feet

Drooling idiot

Beating meat.

Demanding all

But giving none

Baptized in hate

Wanting fun.

Isn’t this great?

He sneers to all

As sweat beads down

Before his fall.

Happy new year

She breathed

Through swollen lips

As he tipped her face

Up to the pregnant moon

He whispers,

For all acquaintances be-


She murmurs.

We start anew

The year is young

There are seeds to plant.

When I die

Please save a tree

Don’t tell anyone

about me

Keep my name

out your mouth

Don’t spread the news

on Facebook.

Don’t memorialize me

on Twitter.

Don’t tell my brothers

Don’t tell my cousins

Don’t tell a soul

Just keep it movin’.

I won’t have a funeral

So you won’t get your chance

To weep fake tears

A mourner’s dance.

Don’t fool yourself

Don’t insult my memory

With trite words

And banal sympathy

Don’t look for my grave

Because it won’t exisit

Don’t contact my children

Because they already know

Your nosy query

Is all for show.


Precious moments

An infant’s cry

Wiggling, straining

Flipping over

Two baby teeth

Cresting pink gums

A crawl to a waddle

A dance so wild

So freeing

So static

Caught on camera

Birthday cake

Candles that burn

But mommy and Bubba

Offer their breath

To shadow a wish.







A smile

Then gone.

Waiting for my order

Tooling on my phone

Watching ladies chatting

Thinking about nothing

Then a lady gets up

Retrieves a wad of green

Abandoned on the floor

Hands it to the cashier

“Someone dropped this”

“Oh, that’s mine,”

Said a customer

Attempting to order.

They smile.

A surprised, “Thank you.”

I smile.

In this day and age

Kindness still exists.

Honesty still reigns.

Hope is still alive.

You Think You Know

Flash of smile

Eyes wide and clear

Soothing tones

A demeanor so dear.

An easy laugh

A ready embrace

Quick witted commentary

With an open face.

“She speaks so well”

“You’re not like the others.”

I wish you were she

A backbone to brothers.

Then when eyes turn away

The darkness dawns

Essence so pure

From the soul it spawns

Little wicked worries

Seething with fire

What was so dear

Is spiked with ire.

The smile, the face

All tepid iced tea

You think you know someone

But you don’t know me.

I want to lie in bed

With nothing much to do.

I want my biggest worry to be

The newness of my shoe.

I want to burn up time

Playing games and having fun.

I don’t want to get the side-eye

For wanting to be just young

And carefree with “friends”

Running in and out my doors

Don’t want to worry about bills

And errands to busy stores.

I want my meals to be cooked

I want someone else to drive

I want to not worry about anything

I want to go back to five.

So precious, that funny childhood

With worries that don’t effect

Any one or more dependent

No need to earn respect.

I just want to go back in time

To live selfish jubilee

I want to tell my younger self

Enjoy now and be kind to me.