Depths of Simplicity

In the realm
of my vast

universe

I find
a simple
fate
to curse

Sans
labored pains

to infinity

I embrace
the
depths

of simplicity

Fall's Symphony

The passionate rush
of a vigorous breeze

Inspires the orchestra's
windswept trees

Nature's maestro
conducts a fine piece

Admired from
window's

mezzanine seats

Stitches

What grace is gained from angry debt?
Thinking you're owed for past regret
Get over yourself; you're not alone
It's time to quiet that pity-pot moan

Some of us triumphed over pain's past
Whilst others need blood to make misery last
Bleeding remorse; no longer my due--
I finally get stitches, in honor of you

Effervescence

Your love is
the invigorating
effervescence
of a salty spray

I stand as stoic rocks
and succumb
to its rushing
embrace

A relentless shower;
pounding away
the rough edges

of my heart

Walking on Eggs

In a world of catch phrases, cliche, or just plain-old infinite wisdom of the generations that precede us; I find myself living (and slowly dying) in that infamous adage-- 'walking on eggs'.

Who the heck made up that one anyway?
You cannot walk on eggs...not even the hard-boiled ones. You'd roll right off them suckers and break your neck.

Yet this is where I've found my feet-- as of late.
I walked on those eggs until the shells slashed them wide open.. gushing enough emotional blood to render me incapable of walking altogether.

So here I sit; feet off the floor, in my guilt-padded / shell-armored, wheelchair.
I'm going to try to roll over these deceptively-fragile eggs now....no more bloody feet for me.

Ahhh, but I forget about those flowing salty tears, that rust up the bearings on my wheels.

Now I am stuck; frozen in a chair with a plethora of razor-like remains under my rusted shell-crusher.
I dare not get up; the wounds have not healed and I will bleed once more.
Maybe this is my fate. I could not have asked for a more pitiful demise.

Dying at the hands of what a chicken popped out of its ass.

This Fine Day

makes me
remember
how different
yesterday

was

I wish today
could last

forever

so I would
not have to
wait until

tomorrow

to
remember

this fine day

Look Not

Look not; for me to shed any more tears
Nary one left, from those waterfall years
Instead I evoke past's love in my heart
Treasured emotions that did not depart

Lucky am I to have loved one so deep
Fortunate still, that you visit my sleep
Dreams that allow me to keep you engraved
Ever so grateful your love has been saved

Quiet Wealth

The vast sea enfolds me
cocooning wealth of mind
Encased in salty treasures
alone's fortune; do I find

My solitude of lexis
bespeaks abundant word

Prosperity at it's finest
riches much preferred

I steal from it's abundance
a bounty paid in verse
A priceless compensation
quenching quiet thirst

Chains

The twilight glistens hallowed walls
Whilst echoes whisper barren halls
I beckon cries through lonely wrath
Unanswered; on this shackled path

A self-imposed imprisoned rage
Secured inside life's darkened cage
I yearn to bask that light beyond
And free my soul; this tortured bond

Taking Care of Family

Stocks, bonds,
and CD's

Insurance
for my family

A love that grows
with dividends
praying that it never ends

Security and peace
of mind

should I die
from this old grind

I'll leave them
with a brand new start

Love's monetary

piece of heart

Inside Lane

Lines of wisdom follow
furrowed brow trails
to crossroads of pain

and intersections of loss

Squinting-squishy eyes
of babies crow feet laughter

Routing whincing pains of joy
to gratefulness etched

Streets of glowing creases
behind pretentious fast smiles
for lights dimming outside

Forging crinkled paths
back to inside's road

traveled not long ago

Highway twenty five

Confessional

Ghastly gray: this winter's death
awash in reaper's sweat
Dreary days of thundered rage
defiant of its debt

Gusts of wrath through final hours
wake penance for regret
Tears atone its stormy life
to April's silhouette

Wide Awake

Memories of past's future
exposing foretold pains
Revisited in a theatre
of drama penned for gains

The peace within is strived for
a promise not fullfilled
From misery vaulted forward
enduring and instilled

Scripting; prods pain's monster
just waiting to be revived
Its miserable existence
again, to be survived

Tears embedded deeply
erupt from writing's quake
Pain's slumber finally over
now screaming wide-awake

Tethered

Winter's leash; anchors home
Open water stands alone
Missing me, not knowing why
Lashing back its salty cry

Frost-encrusted docks weep ice
Arctic tears for season's price
Vessels wrapped; no longer free
Dry-dock chains that tether me

Molting

I shed the night
of the longest day
as strands
of darkness
remain

in clumps
of matted remorse