Wither

Wither in the sun
Trees seek shade from the hot sun
They cannot find it

That Kodak Moment

I can’t imagine not having Eastman Kodak around!!

That Kodak Moment.

Near and Far

On Valentines
Thoughts do sway
To lovers
Near
And far away

Her Shrill Voice

She made me bleed
With her words.

Her shrill voice
was like a knife.

It stuck me
Violently.

It sliced the sinews
Of my heart

And it
Tore into my soul.

Such suffering
was to be expected,

Daily, weekly, monthy,
yearly, maybe eternally.

Or until the decision is made
To get the hell out!

Endure

Sadness may at times dwell in my heart, but the strength to endure it comes from my soul.

Sweet Intimacy

Softly kissing
The nape of her neck.
So white so smooth.

Like a newborn
She coos and squirms
At the slightest touch.

Only moments later
I feel her hot breath

And I remember Sweet intimacy!

Toy Box

A Children’s toy box,
a wooden soldier,
a block or two,
and a ball therein.

These are tresures
That a child holds dear.
A childhood of wonderment
In each toy that lies near.

As she gets older
The fantasies erode.
Life becomes real.
She follows a new road

Memories of the past are gone
Stored away in her mind
Ahead are new memories to create
New adventures to find

Dreams of another kind
Consume her limited time
And she waits for the day
When she has time to play

To let her imagination run wild
To be as free as a child

Transient

I am only a transient in this life and the the next.

Simple Life

Live very simply

Be who you are always

Try to be selfless

A Dream of Nothing

Sometimes I dream
of nothing.

Nothing really matters
in a dream
unless I shriek.

Afterwards I can’t sleep.
I wrench myself

Staring blankly
I light a match,
watch it burn.

Quickly, I light another
and bring it closer,
my last cigarette