The distant sound of a breaking dawn
comes to me on the back of a scent-laden breeze.
I breathe deeply and remember.
The smell of coffee, a starter grinding,
highway horns and high-flying geese in symphony.

Can the wind bring the odor of a wet dog,
the hum of dragonflies, and ripples on a pond
blending together in the warmth of a perfect day?
Do you hear voices from the past?
I wonder if it is just my imagination,
or does the breeze call my name?

I drove along the Coast highway today.
There, broken clouds were unable to hold
against a persistent sun.

The waves, turbulent like my thoughts,
leaving receding foam to chase
after what they are unlikely to catch.

Like the foam, I realized
I would simply have to meet the next wave
where it collides with its destination.

Her body was a map of pink puckering scars
as if someone had employed burning brands,
making labored note to trace the stars
a statement and declaration of art with his hands.

He shouted, "from this moment 'til forever on,
this exquisite body belongs to me... It is mine!"
She is a piece of celestial music, playing 'til dawn
in ballet steps she floats, toeing every line...

Shadow
A past image
Haunting me in my dreams
Seeing a face I once held dear
Portrait

You left on me a map of scars
I tried to erase them in clubs and in bars
Some wide open some forbidden
Some starting to heal Some deeply hidden
Each stranger burdened with tales of woe
Hoping for a surgeon his needle to sew
To close up the wounds
that ripped through my heart
Each shot down the hatch to toast a new start
In the morning regret as the sun hit my face,
naked and dirty an utter disgrace
Why am I here? , what is the point?
I poured another drink and rolled one more joint

As I walk
gently and slowly
on the treadmill in the gym
I see different views and landscapes.

I begin on a gravel path
with people walking by
giving way for me.
Then, the landscape changes
and I find myself on a beach
with the water of the ocean
lapping slowly
back and forth.
I imagine my feet
sinking in the sand
of the sunny beach.

within mine marriage,
and all the ramifications
that happen therefrom
courtesy the social media platform
of Facebook Messenger,
wherein those subscribing
to an orthodox dogma
may consider said website infernal
(even more despicable
then once upon a time
Old Rotten Gotham
sliding down into the behavioral sink),
where sirens wail their plaintive call
seductively luring and captivating
(courtesy their cam girl schtick)
yours truly just another netizen,
(albeit a married Caucasian fellow)

There is a map of scars
that decorates my heart,
of things I did and didn't do,
those things that were my part.

Scars and tracks of disappointment,
a map of where I've been.
No chances to go back.
Wish I could do them all again.

Things I didn't say just then,
those I said with pain intended.
Now, I long to right those wrongs,
I wish my fences mended.

Innocent as
calves at slaughter,
was your way
of presentation.
You came to me
in the shape of a shadow.
From the peace of the shallows
where they meet with depth
you trailed me...
within my shadow,
so I would
hardly notice you.
Everywhere
I went, you followed,
like some stalker tag-along.
Days came
nights went
ever so slowly,
like liquid ooze.
I felt the sting
of transformation,
as year followed
in repetitious years.
Gradually changes marred

My Father is my hero.
My best friend and role model.

He always says time is money.

My Father works hard at what he does and
achieves the best he can.
My Father was a Superiendent at Heaven Hill Distillery.
As a child he took me to work with him.

My Father taught me the Love of God the Father

My Father is t he head of our family.He shows us
unconditional love and respect for each other.

My Father was a wonderful, loving Father to me.