Maybe,

maybe
when my
heart beats,

it beats
because
of you?

So many nights lying awake in bed, in my home but I am not even there.

I am always someplace else by myself, away from life's realities.

Respecting the quiet moments and writing down the thoughts inside my head.

That's happiness,
that's contentness for me.

No need for millions of dollars.
No need for unnecessary status symbol cars.
No need for a mansion to lay my head and call home.

What would be greater is if I could be who I am.

All I want from life is peace and quiet.
Alone time.
I adore being alone.
It's the only time I can be me.

Just give me my mind and a writing instrument.
That's when I am always perfectly fine.

I'm a hard working, very simple unmaterialistic man that appreciates simple things like peace and quiet and alone time.

Give me those two things and you can keep everything else.
The only person that can make you happy is you.

I've known that my entire life.
So, I don't like when I ignore myself.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock and then guess what?

It's all over.

Either wantingly or unwillingly, it ends.

Now you see it, now you don't.

It's like whack a mole.
One day you pop up out of bed and the next you don't.

Every choice that you make in this life is like russian roulette.

Your next choice could be your last.

So at least, choose to be you whether others like you or not.
Afford others the opportunity to remember you for whom you really are, good or bad.

I do this with my writing.
If I acted it out?
I'm a multi century dormant volcano.
I'm a vigorously shaken soda so,
let's just not go there.


So now anyway, it's time to rise up out of bed and go out into this strange world filled with strange people and be filled with anxiety and unhappiness.
[And yeah, I know that you think that I am the strange one and that's okay]

It is time to go mingle with others that do not understand you,
and strangers that you do not trust, even a little.

And let me tell you, wearing a half assed grin is quite tiresome and exhausting around others.

But alas, I'll just go through the motions until I get back home where I can happily be me once again.

He said :

Summertime is when he would change some awful habits.

Not serious enough at that moment,
perhaps, perhaps just lip service to those willing to listen?

A game he liked to play with himself.

A game not born of lies,
but rather, "who cares" procratination.

He said :

I'll organize those old pictures I've been putting off.

He said :

I'll finish that poem that has been waiting for it's ending.

Announcing to himself out loud,
or anyone else that would listen....
"come summertime" I will. !

And then...

The coldness of winter still thawing,
his bones still cold.

He notices...
His health deteriorating,  slowly.

A cough that lingers,
shortness of breath.

Energy reserves on fumes,
he falls gravely, unsuspectingly ill.

He says to himself:

Come summertime I will see my doctor.

He says :

I will organize those pictures into a neat scrapbook.

He says :

That poem I will finally write an epic ending for.

Trouble is....

For him,
Summertime never comes.

the ground beneath a liar's feet,

is always littered with ****

We once
were
kicked out
of a bar
because
the folks
around us
couldn't
stand the heat.

And
The Mist
was a
blue blur.

Drink the air.
In God's landscape there is wonder everywhere.
Soak in the sun.
Be that glowing smile for everyone.
Listen to the birds sing.
Marvel at their flight upon Angel's wings.
Feel the sand between your toes.
Watch the tide from the beach continue to grow.
Taste each and every BBQ in the air.
Yes indeed y'all, it sure looks like Summer is here.




written by me... ..

childhood
   sweethearts,
that's where
some of us
   had our start.

we thought that...
   we knew
what love was.

our immmature
minds,
     sweaty palms
and butterflies
     abuzz.

much to learn
       we did....
about the
     birds and bees.

just ignorant
   children,
promising our lives
       on bended knee.

some relationships
   made it through
the storms
      of young
love.

riding rogue waves
   and keeping the
boat afloat
      and in....
turbulent seas
     our heads above.

unique are
    the lovers that...
made it through
   every tornado
and every hurricane.

you are the
    lovers that....
took this love thing
to heart and never
   watched the other
leave for good
       through a
window pane.

i salute
  all of the childhood
sweethearts that
     never allowed their
love's to fall apart.

i'm envious
    of your dedication
and how you
    loved completely....

    one heart!

Shackled
and chained
are
jealous hearts.

Their false
sense of
freedom
is their
attacks
that are
guided
by their
low
self esteem.

Miserable,
they loathe
the life
they lead
and have
since the
start.

These prisoners
live in a
delusional
dream....

meme after
bad meme.




written by me... ..

if i am part of the storm,

there will be no calm

I do have a bucket list.
I also have a f%^k it list.

Neither list is very long you see,
about the length of your average song.

My bucket has never been filled with greed,
the homeless, the hungry i'd love to feed.

Love to get caught between the moon and New York city,
lay naked under the stars and yet come across witty.

Be a bartender in the tropics while making magaritas,
turn to Margarita, I hope you enjoy your drink senorita.




written by me... ..

Fall,

I fell in love
with your
warm inviting
rustic hues
so very
long ago.
The smell of
burning wood
and hot
apple cider
wafting by me
from the mill
down the road.
Oh how I
long for
scary Halloween
movies with
Jason, Freddy,
Michael,
a witch and
a black cat.
Pumpkins and
spice and a
hoodie with
a hat.

Autumn,

every year
I fall for you
like leaves
that fall from
their trees.
The October air
that is fresh
and crisp
with each
Autumnal breeze.

If I could
marry a season?
For you
Autumn,
I would fall
to one
bended knee.

I miss your
romantic aura
that unlocks
my passion's
passion with
only your key.

During your
season... ..

I have never
seen anything
quite more
remarkable or
beautiful than one
of your trees.

Fall,

you
captivate... ..

you
mesmerize me.

Social media
has directly
led to
infidelity
being more
readily
accessible.

It's an
infestation
plague
scourge
recrudescence ,
it's an
epidemic.

The disease
is
worldwide.

We have
no powers
to make
this last
forever

So,
let's just
make sure
that forever
is tonight

Knockin
dem boots
on the
4th of july

90° sweat
drips from
our bodies
and  
lower lips

You taste
like
fantasy

Forever,
tonight
can be
felt in
your hips

The stars
all applaud
and before
the moon
we take
a bow

The crashing
waves against
the shore
provided
our rhythm

Exhausted
in fever,
forever
was tonight

The table
was set
with one less
place setting.

No more
fresh
corn muffins
were baked.
No applesauce
to be found
on the
table anymore.

And
after dinner
was finished...

No more,
"Bob; would you
like a cup of coffee"...?

No more,
"well
of course Sally;
suuuure"...
could be
heard anymore.

He's gone.

Never to
be seen
or heard
from again
at momma's house for our family get togethers.

Lung cancer
made
sure of that.

Thunderous expression

     Lightning in a bottle

   Rains of life

            Storm of impression

               Violent radar model

  Echoes shaped like a knife

        Winds of Oz

     Twisting landscape

               Mother nature rapes

Soaked bandages and gauze

             Eerieness after calm
  
     Under rubble cries

                 Life in the hand's palm

  Frantic searching eyes

        Flashing lights

The smell of gas

               Unforgettable sights
      
             Once the storm had passed

  In awed reality I stand

Fragile are the moist lips of your lover.

But;

even more fragile, are the words that fall from them.


written by me... ..

Ice cream and peanuts

Cotton candy and Spring time

Baseball season's here

Another
fighter,
another
long
battle lost
to cancer
by a soul
full of
fire.

My dear friend
Dino,
this life
may end
in death,
but death
is really
life's
first breath.

It's
now you
breathe,
free of
worry and
at last,
free of
pain.

Now you
can rest easy
and enjoy
in Heaven's
paradise,
and
with Jesus
forever
reign.


written by me... ..

Why,
they listen
to a group
called
Secret Garden
of course.


written by me... ..

Life's death
is
death's life.



written by me... ..

Being held in the arms of a stranger
in this cold world; can feel fantastic when held at the right moment.

But;

Being held tightly in the arms of your soul mate; makes the strangers and the rest of the world go away.




written by me... ..

your blood is on your hands,

even though i wield the knife

In God we trust.
In Jesus we live.
In life, we are but a mere smudge
on the lens of eternity.

My hands

My shoulders

My elbows

My back

My knees

My feet

My legs... ..

None of these
work the way
that they
once did
36 years ago,
before I left
the world of
Advertising and
Sales Promotion
as a youth and
began doing
concrete

As the proud
Dad of
6 adult children,
I don't regret
any of
the aches,
the pains,
the swelling,
and
body parts
that just don't
work sometimes
the way that
they were
meant to

I am a Dad

I am a provider

Providing a
decent life
for my family
on one
paycheck with
help from
no one

I take and
took being
A Dad
very seriously

Sure, my body hurts
because of
my tenacity and my passion
to earn everything
that has ever
come my way
but,

it was all
worth it
and I would
do it all over again

Now,

now I have
been blessed with
taking being a
'Papa'/Grandpa
seriously
× 3

Until my body
shuts me down
and I can
continue to
conquer the pain,

I will continue
to provide as
only a Dad and Papa can



written by me... ..

I watch as a lifeless limb drifts down the river of life.
I watch as a storm cloud races across an otherwise empty sky of blue.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch a brilliant flame extinguished and waft away a wisp of smoke.
I watch as a leaf falls from it's tree never to be one again.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the sun fall beneath the horizon as darkness takes up residence.
I watch the moon but just one half, the other half playfully hides.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the bird out on the wire and marvel at this balance.
I watch as stars fight to outshine one another in a moonlit sky.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the evil get rewarded and carry on unscathed.
I watch the good fight epic battles just to live another day.
I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.




written by me... ..

Her rose
was
my life's
thorn.

Once
appreciated,
insatiable
lust
was born.

Her bouquet
was then
craved
every evening
and morn.

Her rose
with me,
was never
forlorn.


written by me... ..

I try
to
give a
piece
of me

When I
share
with
you all
my poetry

One day
while standing outside
a
funeral home

Smoking cigarettes
and
as icy
as
Alaska, Nome.

You'll recall
a scribble
of mine
that
reached you

And...

Everyday
after -
looking for
DMF Sr's
scribble
for the day,
eh...one
or two.

But
my page
will be
hushed,
the activity
on it
now dead

At least
enjoy
my book
while
cozied up
in
your bed.

Just know
and
remember -

My pen
will never
dry

Even when
I'm writing
my poetry
from
up high
in the sky.



written by me... ..

Spring time.

A time for squirrels and birds to defrost their tiny feet.

A time for life to come out from under the winter's snow and to live again.

Spring time.

A time for all life to live once again.
Whether it's the crickets, the critters or the squirrels?

It's time for all to live once again.

Enjoy the red cinders floating by in the sky from the bonfire a few streets away.

The smell of lighter fluid, charcoal and hot dogs grilling a few doors down.

Enjoy the jet's trail in the aqua colored sky as it soars miles above the Earth.

The sound of the waves crashing upon the beaches shoreline.

Enjoy a cozy thunderstorm and the lightning that turns night into day.

The quiet time during that thunderstorm to write and to feel so connected to life.

Enjoy it all because soon enough, winter will be here once again.

Sugarcoating is for candy,
not for
adults to
use
just when
it's handy.

Stay true
to you,
it's what
you should
and
always
need to do.

Stepping outside of oneself, portraying
an illusion,
only leads
to grief, misunderstanding and
unneeded confusion.

If they
can't like you,
for you,
walk away
head high,
and know
at least that
you are true.

Let the phonies keep amusing themselves,
just watch
with a grin,
and laugh to yourself.

Bozo the clown and even Clarabell,
amusing themselves,
is what they do well.



written by me... ..

Devastated
years ago

You left me... ..
unintentionally

My voice
of forever
reason

The sanity
in all of
this world's
insanity

My bedrock
foundation
in a land
full of
quicksand

My hydration
when my
lips were
parched and
my throat
was dry

My very
best friend
that I could
talk about
anything with

You had
all of the
answers like
a Jeopardy
champion

Now... ..
I labor to
find all of
the answers
myself
because
I trust no one
else and... ..

there is no
replacing you
Dad

Many say
how much
that I look
like you and
sound like you
but,

I can't be you
because,
there is only
one you

David misses
you... ..

Ciao ciao for now
until our
saddened eyes
do meet again,
until we both
regain our
infectious
smiles... ..

I
Will
Endure




written by me... ..

don't lament her death,

she knew that darkness lied ahead

Oceans
claim to
know me.
But only
the river
I allow
to run along
side of me.
Oceans,
sure they
may be
deep.
But a
raging river
can never
be held
in captivity.



written by me... ..

She was pure
    
       and untouched;

           like the very first

        crystals of snow.

   Freshly budded rose and

             essence of lilac with the

                   fraility of a fallen leaf

   adhered to the sidewalk.

              He painted her soul

                  with his unique unprimaried color,

     and left her....

                        forever stained.

Yellow crime scene tape waves and ***** in the wind.

Lifeless bodies now one with the ground.

Bystanders walk by like they see nothing.

They walk by with smiles like this is somehow normalcy.

The flashing red and blue lights, the dead bodies lieing there.

Even a few of the officers seem unphased by the sight and stench of death.

They step under and over the crime scene tape like it's just a job, which it is.

But those dead bodies​ lieing there did not wake up that morning thinking they would be some one's job to clean up.

This isn't normalcy, nor should it be.

Yellow crime scene tape is used far too often.

Bystanders gathered around it talking like they are at the beach.

Respect that life when it's alive.

Respect that soul when it's dead.

Gathering around yellow crime scene tape like it's a water fountain is not normalcy.

One day those bystanders may be gathered around you by the flashing red and blue lights.

Remember, we are all someone.

Treat them like they are.

If time stood
still?

I would push it forward.

No need to be stuck here longer than intended.

Let the young live.

Let time move quickly and ****** us all like the homicidal maniac it is.

I don't ever want time to stop.

As I move slower, I want it to move faster.

I threw all of my broken watches and clocks away.

Ah yes, that sweet sound....

Tick tock

So much sitting there

Upon my wounded mind's edge

But few are privy


written by me... ..

You ain't got a dress that I don't like

You ain't got a pair of jeans that don't fit you just right

There's not a minute in the day

That you don't knock me out, you don't ******* away

But, girl, now that the sun's gone down
(whoa-oh-oh)

Looking at you right here and now, baby!


Somethin' about that southern sky
Sitting back behind that moon
It goes perfect with your eyes
Girl, tonight looks good on you
It's something about the way you're smiling
Making the stars fall right on queue
I just gotta tell you, baby
Tonight looks good on you... ..


I can taste the midnight on your lips

Makes me just wanna lean in for another kiss

Wind blowing your hair around

Girl, it makes me want to lay you down

You've been beautiful a million times

But I've never seen you look like this, no

What we lack and sorely need,
for want of which we bleed and bleed.
Is men of more Godly breed,
honest men in highest places... ..
men with single aims and faces.
Men whose nobler thought outpaces
thought of self,
or power,
or pelf.
Men whose axes need no grinding,
men who are not always minding
first their own concerns and blinding,
their souls' eyes to larger things... ..
Men of wide and Godly vision,
men of quick and wise decision,
men who shrink not at derision... ..

Men whose souls have wings.

A year later,
I found
your canine
hair in
the corner
of my closet.

It brought
a smile
and then
some tears.

I miss you
and your
German Shepherd
personality
Sasha.