I waited and waited as she had promised
She promised me and I had believed her as always,
I never learn and she never stop promising,
Still my reason for hurting wasn`t because she broke it,
It was in the way she spoke to me that broke my heart.

She does not get it and never will
As she breaks my heart into smaller pieces,
Those smaller pieces she expects me to love her with,
Is love really that patient? Doesn`t it have an end or it`s limits?

As A New Comer
You Must Know

Scribbler and Moon man
Are the two who give?
Excellently frank reviews
Scribbler still reads me
Off and on,
But the latter placed me
In the garbage can,
Where I rightly did belong
Then municipal guys came and ran
Took me in their van

I too write about autumn leaves,
Many poems, I’ve composed
But on every site I’ve been,
They all want to say
You are a Rose
As lovely poetry,
Wow you compose.

Love is nothing but pain
A slow, silent, smiling killer
Taking your heart to the highest heights
Making you float on a cloud,
As you start smelling roses,
Hearing melody of birds and enjoying the good in life.

It comes down,
Tells you how hard you will fall.

As confusion rushes in, your heart starts to pound
Suddenly you feel this rush of air, as you wonder...
You suddenly realise that the cloud has moved,
Slowly reaching the lowest height ,
Smell of thorns,
Surely going through that, shall kill me.

The land of many busy roads
off towards, the suns' demise;
up here, where the air is clear
there are castles in the skies.

Winters' chill is evermore
the ambience of the day;
as we struggle to find purchase
in the sand, and desert clay.

The wind coerces everyone
to "pause", and deeply "sigh";
without renewed perspective
one might cease, to even try.

I’d gladly walk a thousand miles
Naked and shoeless
and without bread or water
hoping to eat and drink of you
holding you in my embrace

I could sleep on a bed of nails
and still dreaming of you
If upon awakening, I could feel
the rise and fall of your chest

I would give my eyes to an Artist in need
for you are etched in my memories
If you promised I could see you within

My ears I would give to a deaf musician
In the hope that I could hear you whisper
with your angelic voice my name

I find myself sitting here with such a heavy heart. What once was my escape from all my demons and pains, I now realize has slipped away into the abyss of my mindmares. What once was laughter has turned into tears. I find myself asking what did I ever do to deserve the heartaches that God has allowed all of my life. I thought for one time I had finally earned a place of happiness. Only to find out that I was the biggest joke yet.

When she shared her news,
it was too late, and for a short time,
later, he'd be angry.

She began to deteriorate the
very next day, for nineteen months
she suffered; but her concerns were
always for him, not the pain no reliever
would ease. Cancer is such an ugly way
to go, but she was brave and beautiful,
even in death.

Eight years later, standing in line,
he had lost everything, but still has to smile ...
it was he who had been loved by her!

`

A winsome voice rose
into the unlit sky
its fingers harped
unwakened dreams

A bare vignette lurched
into the shadows
its claws scraped
unshoed expeditions

An arm is raised high
blurry stars in witness
its blood testifies
unquieted aspirations

A voice rose to the Night.
and formed a melody
its waiting days expired
unsought gem wanes.

`

In my stand before the break of day
as starry sky turns to dawn gray
awaiting a nice whitetail buck
to fill my freezer with some luck
should he choose to come my way

Here in this copse of mature pines
beside a thicket of briers and vines
for company a pair of gray squirrels
with tails held in question mark curls
I scan surroundings for antler tines

though
you are
no longer
the infant
impatient
hungry

still I wait,
listen for
a cry to
creep through

these
small hours
I find you
noiseless
to the wants
of a mother

what
would I give
the whole
of you

can
I define
a universe
a tangent gift

it is there in
a heart beat
a breath
a sigh

or

forgiveness
before my
own demise