How can I let you know how much I appreciate you,

In a meaningful enough way,

Throwing away the part of me who acts tough,

I call my own bluff,

Past actions that I may not rewrite,

And they plague me day and night,

Regret is putting up a good fight,

I wish I would've been so quick to snap and bite,

Out of anger, confusion, and spite.

Hear me now,

Writing from somewhere in my minds clouds,

But all this I wrote for the here and now, regrets of a teenagers howl, like a wolf ,

The day comes on strong
Pushes it’s way through.
Blasting the sky with light
Canvasses with beautiful color
Hues so brilliant there are no words.

Eventually the dawn mist dissipates
Arcs to the proposed high temperature.
Unbearable and dank from all the steaming humidity.
The sun burns even hotter, unmoved by the peasants sweltering
Unbothered it shines on effortlessly.

A friend of mine recently broke up
with his girlfriend of many years.
She had a young son when they met.

He had become a loving father to the boy.
But the boy’s mother, as it turned out,
was never really in the relationship
for the long term; other reasons it seemed.

I visit him at his place of work
where people who collect things frequent.
Lately, we haven’t spoken of such affairs,
or the ephemera for sale there.

I wake each morning only to hear
A voice that causes me to fear

What have I done the day before
What had I spilled on the floor

My actions are monitored every minute
No matter the day, without limit

I have no rights nor own a thing
No matter what I ask to bring

Every single word I say
Is monitored throughout the day

Everything I do is wrong
But I try to remain strong

I have long feared the day of death
Now welcoming my final breath

Dear inner child,

Come out and see me.

There’s no hiding with me.

You’re in the tree,
Behind the door,
Under the bed,
In the closet,
And I see you.
I know you.

I see the pain
And the anger
And the fear.

I see the joy
The passion
You’ve been hiding for so long.

No one
Will nurture your gifts,
No one
Will see the desire,
No one
Will feel the passion.

It’s just you and me out here,
And that’s enough.

You are thriving
On your own.

As the inner self sediments of the human will settle,
And flowing essences of our consciousness align,
The spiritual energy aura condenses into soul metals,
Into a suit of psychic armour traversing space and time.

The manifold of perception which manifests its reality,
Is the most advanced dynamic of our cognitive nature,
The subtle synchronicity of our inner thought duality,
Is when sparks of inspiration light fires of a self creator.

cooled air meets
inflamed sinus,
breaks out in a spar.

a lone traffic light
beyond its prime
thinks of me somewhere.

inert acquaintances
sits untouched
in the dial list.

overcast morning
a devil storm in the Asiatic ocean
gathers solid right punch
some say it keeps us
permanently half-buried.

rainwater pierces vinyl,
leaking through gaps
in the submerged faux leather shoe.

Some are widows, some widowers
or stuck in marriages gone stale
others outlived all their friends
living in a world gone pale.

Most have faces etched by time
with hair of white or gone away.
They are there if one just looks
as they sit with little left to say.

Even when within a crowd
of people they purport to know
you'll notice that they don't say much
as they feel their isolation grow.

About four plus weeks after
frazzling fiasco from friggin fraudsters
white knight still mourns swindled money
Lynne Costello Senior Civil Investigator
(assistant to Philadelphia attorney general)
unable to recoup forfeited funds.

While holed up in castle keep,
(albeit fetchodit fuming father
cursing out blimey scamming creep),
I replay nightmarish scenario
that disallows me to sleep
inconsolable tears yours truly doth weep.

No more hiding in the darkness
No more saying 'I can't do this'
No more running from mistakes
Be the reason the ground shakes

No more tears in the dead of night
No more hiding, it's time to fight
Don't come up with a negative reason
No more fear, that was last season

No more whispers of not being enough
No more backing up if things get rough
You better strap in if you're in for this ride
Don't just live, it's time for you to be alive