Tag Archives: Writing

I’m here


It’s the morning again; my favorite time to write poetry

My wife lay asleep across the room on our bed

Although things have been hard, I am optimistic

I’ve shown myself a better path, so my walk is easier

At least in the now; that fact remains

I have to continue to be mindful of the future

And live present in each moment; one after the next

I take a deep breath and ground myself; I’m alive

I remember an anxious moment yesterday

And knowing that to live is to suffer

But that thought passed; as all thoughts and moments do

I close my eyes; to simply shut them. 

Makes me calm. Collected. Present.

And I take another breath.

Where I’m going doesn’t matter; now is time

I can build towards anything; but nothing is promised

So I do not attach myself with the future

I shall cut my ties with worry and sorrow

In this pitch black sky; I am here

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The color was Midnight black

The dead of night in the city

Thoughts can wander

Unattended

Ease of the racing cars

Trucks and the hustle of day

Leaves the mind to trace itself

Picturing the unseen

Creating a place that is free

Free of future; is a picturesque now

Only the stars and moon

Create spaces in an infinite void

Full of possibilities

In the color

Of midnight black

Go.

Dare to write

Writing your dreams, desire, sex, love and passion

Whatever that may be

You can see your thoughts colliding with concrete written form

It’s bare and exposed

Lighting a way through the dark reality of human consciousness

Love yourself

Blessed with the food, shelter, family friends

Give thanks when you write

Nobody is promised tomorrow

Everybody dies; but not everybody lives.

Brain-dead

The b girl t girl it’s me world

Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns

Graff writer, the morning apple biter

Squattathon apple bottom horizontal

Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash

Free as a bird with the fish. eez

Bish please;

People come n go like the train

I run with my wife n son in the rain

Never in vain; kinda broke

Stains on my shirt;

I don’t complain, sip n trip

Go to the skatepark n rip

a concrete wave.