addition.

so on i go
with number 2.

just like date:
10.22.16

or the time:
2:22a

if you add up the dates:
it’s 48.

that’s a good number,
considering:

i give myself
another
15
years–

seems close enough.

if you add up the time:
it’s 6.

that’s a good number,
because, frankly:

i
just
like
that
number.

two methods,
addition
makes sense.

because that is
how i see it:

number 2.

perception–
mine a bit silly,
but still my own.

and
honestly,
entertains me,
perhaps too much.

but,
my purple,
your yellow–
a duplicate
never,
am i.

nor you.

my strength today:
number 2.
number 6.
lasting 48.

perception,
addition,
my view.

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10.13.16

in sea of sadness,
in sea of despair,
while i may be floating
i’m lost and it’s there.

on some days wild storms
bring showers with might,
and lightning and thunder
well into the night.

on others the sun
shines, skies are blue
but floating alone
i see clouds through my view.

should i just sink?
should i let go of hope?
should i let go my buoy
and unclasp the rope?

it seemed that i might,
then appeared–as a dream,
on vessel of hope,
kind fate intervened.

i bless this sweet spirit
that rescued from sea,
a sodden and salty,
but now smiling me.

smiles.

romping roamers
we may be,
two small chi’s
and one sea bee.

dashing, weaving
through the ‘loin,
where we are begged
for our last coin.

which try, we give,
because–why not?
i may not have,
but some’ve forgot.

through drugs and trash
and all that’s crass,
there are still those
who don’t harass.

unlikely gem,
(gave first a fright!)
flashed toothy grin
(so i delight!).

pause i did,
paraphrase will,
this small exchange
my heart did fill–

“who let these,
these dogs out?”
“me!” said i,
(more as a shout).

“but hardly dogs,
they’re two small chi’s!”
so laugh we did,
and laughed with ease.

while black was he
and white am i,
in truth, were just
two passing by.

as it should be,
and as it was,
jokes flowed free,
believe because

while birth may dole
a hampered place,
kind souls shine
an unbought grace.

with this exchange,
our laughter rings,
each past forgot as
smiles this brings.

fearing.

fearing love,
fearing lust.
fearing doubt,
fearing trust.

fearing bulge,
fearing thin.
fearing loss,
fearing win.

fearing nothing,
fearing much.
fearing space,
fearing touch.

fearing space,
fearing close.
fearing those
i’ve loved the most.

fear that fearing
fearing fear,
that i may pass
before the year.

fearing that place,
fearing dark–
fearing death
would leave no mark.

fearing
fearing,
fearing
fear–
perhaps it’s best to
just fear fear.

but no!
there’s more
behind the fear.
all that i love–
those i hold dear.

breathe!
just once
stay calm, and know–
remember lines
that fall below:

fear not what may,
nor what may not.
embrace the times
that fear forgot.

 

 

 

09.07.16

we wait,
we watch.
we want,
we earn.

we fear,
we try.
we lose,
we learn.

thinking,
feeling,
hurting,
burning.

within these feels
life seems whirling.

we then must pause,
there’s need for thought–
of what should be,
but what is not.

reminder that life’s truly blessed–
in spite of stakes
that won’t arrest.

days are sweet,
days are short–
take care with whom
you cohort.

 

 

sometimes when you think,
you think oft too much.
and think of the past
and errors and such.

remember there’s future,
there’s present,
and past.

mistakes that you’ve made
need not be your last.

heartfelt and strong
though emotions may be,
it’s not what you are–
it’s how you see.

perception.
deception.
though pain might be deep–
what’s close to your heart
remember you keep.

through conversations,
confrontations,
of all that you’re scared…
it’s okay that sometimes
you do not feel prepared.

but know that you are strong
and that feelings, they are fleet…
and emotions can wreck,
but can also be sweet.

it’s changes
and strangers
that scare you the most.
but presence, it helps
the confidence boast.

so deep breath
and sweet breath
and breathe it all in.

you know that this time…
this time you’ll win.

undertow.

so…bubbies are…well, not that smart,
but love you with out thinking.
so if your day is rather dull,
they’ll help you keep from sinking.

and love, this is a special type,
it’s one i’d never know…
if i hadn’t needed something else,
a grip from undertow.

with lightning love
they bounce as one
and keep you safe and sound.

they’ll never know
how much they do,
for they’re just little hounds.