This father lost his way.
Along the journey
he forgot where he came from,
where he’s been,
where he’s going.

This father makes mistakes,
knows not which way to go,
which direction is home.
As he sits and wonders,
will his daughter ever know.

This father makes mistakes.
Alone in his thoughts,
and with his fears,
alone in his wake…
This father awaits
his daughter’s call
Reminiscence…the past
when all was fun,
and we were young.
This father loves his daughter.
And needs her love in turn.

This father makes mistakes,
and forgets when he was young

This father makes mistakes
and should say he’s sorry,
more than not..
You mean everything to me
and my life’s a void
when you’re away.

This father makes mistakes.
But the one mistake
he never made,
was the one
in having you.

The day becomes electric,
as billowing storm clouds grow
and race relentlessly
toward shore.

We scatter hither and yon
awaiting the rain to fall
and a baby continues to cry
once more.

the sun blasts through in anger.
slashing rays penetrating
and Lenny Kravitz playing
on 104.

We watch in dense anticipation
while seagulls maneuver overhead
and no one quite knows
what’s in store.

The awakening of
the soul,
the head,
and finally the body
has passed old Nella by
again.
She lies purblindly
on her forlorn,
forgotten bed of time…

Memories slicing thru her past,
stinging like a hornet.
Thinking of the nights before
which never came to be.
Poor old Nella
burnt again
and taken for a ride…
She doesn’t like to blame
herself;
She blames it on her pride…

Nella isn’t really hurt
(or so that’s what she says)
she’s been thru all those
½ *** games
a thousand times before.

Awakenings,
made up myths,
foolish dis (illusions).
That’s all there is,
and there ain’t no more,
so Nella says to me.
It’s time to close
my eyes, and
sleep once more,
to wake up when it’s better.

Whenever I feel perplexed
About my everyday
Existence

I simply sit down
with pencil and pad

and usually write about
the things which are sad.

Not this time however.
This is a happy poem.

Birthdays, seem to come and go
Love is always here to stay
Birthdays, like seas, ebb and flow
Love, we know, decides the way...

Birthdays try to tell no lies
Love, we say, belongs to us
Birthdays steadfast on the rise
Love, and joy, without the fuss....

Birthdays proudly show the gray
Love, like elk, is colorblind
Birthdays teach me what to say
Love, abounds, and so sublime ...

Birthday wishes on my lips
Love reminds me to forgive
Birthdays from your body drips
Love is all I have to give ...

Forcing words is such a drag
when nothing’s really there-
feelings like a dishrag
I often wonder where.

yet happiness endures...

Calculated formulas
make things appear so tough-
formulated theorems
and all that kind of stuff.

but happiness endures...

It’s early in the morning
six hours at the books-
the sun begins its dawning
my thoughts like hollow nooks.

still happiness endures...

Although my head is swimming
like fish beneath the sea-
I can’t escape the passion
that’s known as joy to me.

and happiness endures...