Lone Wolf

" To soar like an eagle "
" To float like a feather "
are just two ways I've heard people
say that love makes them feel
The times that I said " I love you "
I felt like a wolf seeing the moon
I feel like I have come from the darkness into the light of the moon
but could do no more...
I could see and feel it's light,
and yet...
never know it's touch or even its pure warmth
I merely know its affect on others
From where I was I could not reach it
but I could see the birds flying to it
Being so close to it and yet...
still to far.
Alas, all I could do was watch the others
See, feel, and absorb the light without me
Then when I look around and see no one
I finally understand,
I am truly alone......

Yesterhome

Yesterhome

Leaves dash a cross the sandy streets of my hometown
Some impeded not crushed by the occasional passing car
A softball game stirs the otherwise silent afternoon
The sharp connection of aluminum and pleather
The spectators hoot and howl lackadaisically
Present for the people and spirits rather than the game
Kids run along the sidewalk a cross the street in a game of super soaker induced cops and robbers
Laughing and unloading their liquid based firearms
Glee and mirth soak them to the core
Innocent and clean
One by one they are called in for dinner
The teams shake hands after a 3-2 victory for Sam’s Bar
But leaves still dance tirelessly around the neighbor hood
The sun seems to slide unwanting, out of sight
Its muffled glow warms the streets
The trains sing their lullabies and I am slept Leaving naught but wet footprints, bottles and someone’s Big Mac box to decorate the comforting halls of yesterhome

Untitiled

There are times when I'm just a shell
When I do not feel anything for anyone
All I feel is hollow and bruised
Used up and misused
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
Have I failed somehow or someway
Will the weight of today finally pull me down
Into the depths of despair
Where I am alone
Except for my rage.

Vice

Here's one I wrote about our beloved President's best pal...

Vice

Vice
The title he’s stolen
It fits
Because his hands tighten
Ever closing the gap between one another
The grasp enveloping
Choking, smothering
Many a victim lay around him
The last
A work in progress
It claws, pulls, and attempts to scream
Its efforts slow
It gives up
Accepting
Life escapes it
Yet he continues to constrict and wring
Whites of the eyes Dick
Whites of the eyes

My Friend

Life is full of twist and turns
Will abound,
But you’re the greatest friend
I have ever found.
We are like toes to feet
Or a sock to a shoe.
We some how fit
You’re the paper and I’m the glue
You’re always there
When I’m in need
And in your heart
I find not one ounce of greed.
Whenever you’re sad or blue
Remember,
My heart goes out to you.
One of these days
Love, you will surely find,
But keep a good hold on your heart and mind.
And on that day you’re put to the test
I know your light will out shine the rest
Even if I’m not there
Don’t fear,
‘Cause in your heart
I’m always near.
I see people stop in awe of your shine,
And I’m so proud you’re a friend of mine.
So greet today with a smile upon your face,
And step into life with a brand new pace.

I dedicate this particular poem to my more loyal and true friends that I have.

How Did This Happen?

I tremble in darkness
Afraid of the unseen
Scared of what lurks in the shadows.

I yearn to be free
Unbound from my chains
To run through fields and meadows.

Unable to move
From this place I am in
Will I ever be released?

My doubt and my pain
I hold deep inside of me
Prevent me from finding peace.

Alone in the dark
Trapped forever
I wonder if here I will die.

Falling to the ground
I clench both my fists
And reach them to an unseen sky.

Silent Child

My silent childour precious baby,
Close to my heartI'll keep you with me.
An important job
God has for you,
There is love to give,
and work to do.

He needs an angelstrong but small,
To shine light on many
and give love to all.
Before you goI give you this,
half my heart
and one last kiss.

We'll miss you dearly
that we know,
But by God you were
chosen,
So to heaven,
you must go

I made this poem for Alison, when her baby passed away. I put it in a card for her. I hope you enjoy it.