You left me in the deep end,
Where shadows dance and waters bend.
AIone, I linger on the brink,
A hesitant heart, a silent ink.

I can’t swim that well, not yet,
With each rising wave, I feel the threat.
Afraid I might drown in the vast unknown,
In this ocean of doubt, I’m all alone.

Will you come to save me,
Or am I lost in this reverie?
Answer my call, don’t let me fade,
For life is a gift too precious to trade.

Which lame excuse I exclaimed,
when my dear old mom asked
rather told me in her scolding voice
to tidy up my bedroom,
cuz this son of a gun
intuited neatening (organizing)
one infinitesimal corner of the cosmos,
(a veritable pinpoint of nothingness -
our house at blank address)
hence an excellent reason
as lamely iterated above
not to straighten up
my sleeping quarters,
or... rather lesser portion
of bedroom yours truly
then shared with my younger sister,
when writer of these words

I will not let the weight
of old winds bend
your wings any longer.
You will soar, not for escape,
but for discovery.
We will carve the sky
into new stories,
where no shadow lingers,
and no voice drags you back.
Your flight is not borrowed—
it belongs to you. So,
let fresh winds lift.

Follow me down
to the netherworlds.
Places that no one has
seen or known!.
A journey to hell where
you feel no pulse at all.
Your feelings have faded!
Your heart is set for a fall!
come with me and surrender.
Maybe you’ll find the truth,
of how things really exist.
Maybe that’s not conclusive,
or A complete finality.
I feel hurt, i feel pain
and anguish too!
The joy i once felt, when I was a child
has been replaced with a grimace, a frown.
Nothing seems to satisfy

Social Media, Social Media, every one and all
Tell me how to get more followers on my wall
I want everyone to like me with every post and tweet
I want them to worship me though we’ll never really meet

Tell me which pic to pick or which way I should pose
And with every caption, what should I compose?
I wish to be the most cool and popular of the land
I’d love to have a life that’s rich, extravagant and grand

There's a girl in Clonmel
Black hair black eyes

There's a girl in Clonmel
Like an animal like a ghost

There's a girl in Clonmel
Like a deer like a mist

There's a girl in Clonmel
Like the gates of dawn

There's a girl in Clonmel
Like the winds in the night

There's a girl in Clonmel
Like the sky the sky

(Dedicated to my Grandma
"Charlie" Brown)

Across from sisters, watching the mom in us.
My ears having their own conversation with them,
their voices entangled, it doesn't matter.
But tinnitus sucks...

Davey, more grey than me, put on a bit of weight,
works sixty hours driving truck; weekends off.
How I love being close to them.
Wish I still drove...

Brother-in-law Victor leans on my shoulder,
speaking loudly to my good ear;
Happy Birthday Bro!
He makes Steph happy...

I can hold out for upcoming mental health therapy until Wednesday at 1:00 p.m.

Yes, and you (like I) will probably presume me deservedly cursed for flagrante delicto years ago.

After I experienced the following catastrophe (written in my freestyle poetry), you won't be surprised that taking an overdose of one or more of the nine prescription medications became a very appealing exit from aggravating travails.

In whispering woods, where shadows play,
A cabin stands, at close of day.
There dwells a soul, both kind and bright,
Known to her dear ones as just "Cat," a light.

But when the moon begins to gleam,
And casts its silver, softest beam,
A different magic starts to rise,
Reflected in her thoughtful eyes.

By candlelight, a gentle glow,
Her poet's heart begins to flow.
With pen in hand, and words that weave,
The secrets that her spirit believe.

Someone else gave me my name,
but I am beginning to become one.
I am on the move
and making strides
almost every day.