T.hings I. M.ay E.njoy

creative-writing, life, Poetry, time

Define time and you’d be right on it

But since time is time, you’re behind


A day late, a dollar short
An hour spent, on past remorse
If only time was on my side, you say
T.rigger
I.t
M.entally
E.nact

In other words, Make It Happen…

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High-cues

creative-writing, Haiku, life, Poetry, time

                                      I.

It takes years of doing

Blind to time or fatigue

Before “thanks” appears


II.

Presence feels like naught

If consumed unknowingly

                     Until the frame tilts

Catch-22

creative-writing, life, memories, Poetry, time

I confuse E-motion with motion

Just because your heart beats alike

Doesn’t mean they’re the same

Guess that’s why I keep running to stand still


Some words stay embedded in me

Like the time my father told me

“I’d rather risk losing you than watch you lose yourself”

“Son, you’re just a sum of days

As each day passes on to the next

A piece of you fades away”

NOT                                          ICE

creative-writing, life, love, memories, poem, time

Notice how little you notice?

That lull in your ear

The one you get every so often

Mirror into bird relays; chirp chirp

Footsteps reconnect…

A dog barks it’s two cents

Shadow’s waltz In & out

The slight quiver in her voice

When she laughs

HA HA…HA

How in a group of people

Only your eyes meet “hey”

That false trip she does

Just to hold on to you a little longer

Notice how little you notice?

Sunset, sunrise, timelines

Mirror therapy

life, memories, Poetry, time, trust, Uncategorized

                                   Your unnerving gaze                
                                          Doesn’t ever change 
                                      With a degree of certainty
                                          My trust was gained
                                            I confess to you
                                      Searching for reality again
                                        No words were spoken
                                     But i know you felt my pain
                                      We talk for hours on end
                                     Breaking through the chains
                                        You never get restless  
                                       Or even try to complain
                                          When time runs up
                                   The awkward silence remains
                                          Our session is over
                                       Goodbye’s we exchange
                                        I take one last glimpse
                                        Only to find it strange
                               That my reflection stares back
                                    Through the mirror it frames

Crêtes de clair de lune

creative-writing, life, nature, Poetry, time

Moonlight peaks up                                                                

As two dim arrows cross paths                                 A Milky Way mist engulfs                 
And defiles the air’s chast-ity
Twin lit hollows
Scope the night as it prolongs
The willow tree, in all its beauty
Now haunts for bonds

Chilly dark allure of sorts
Walk along with heads held high
Sometimes as sound slows to a dull
You can faintly hear the wind whistle
A body of water lies awake 
For sleep is not levied
Whilst men of all ages
Stop to reflect, before their taking

Tokens left behind 
On seemingly lifeless plants
True some live much more than we
Short is the lifespan
If perchance discovered
With a candle to light
Doth it not seem treasure 
Left in plain sight

Have at it

creative-writing, life, memories, Poetry, time

Have at it, the course of derail 

Impenetrable only to the naïve
Stick a fork in it, yolk out its ingenuity 
Denial, lifted on shoulders 
Two sizes to small
Rupture pumped veins red-dry
Simplistic, ABC, 123
Rhythm a steady non-discordant
Hefty mind-ogling nonsense
Whisper’d, ear to ear, tongue to tongue
Eccentric, Unique, or downright odd
Life’s many clueless ventures
Flicker black & white plainness
Into yellow & orange peachiness
Mute hollow jagged, yet 
The catch is, there is none
All the swirl of letters
Left dancing into the void
Spell, though somewhat
Obscenely R-i-p-p-e-r
Care to Have at it
Repetition duly noted
Calm applause dies out
French leave…