fixed eyes
upon the
sunrise,

as the river
hastened by.

for me,

it mimicked
our lives.

complete with
raging
undertows
and calm

but ever
moving,

rapidly.

thankfully
the shoreline,

stood still.

as did
the worm.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷‍♂️

okay;
now i see,

now i see
how this
place works.

it's not about;
the 'poetry'
you see
but rather,

behind
how many
other 'poets'
you lurk.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

have you
ever stepped
upon
broken
glass?

that distinct
sound of
crunching,
of that
complete
shattering.

have you
ever met
a person
clinically
depressed?

have you
ever met
a person
who can't
control their
emotions?

their
emotions
change as
swiftly as
the weather-
bi polar?

if you
have met
that person,
that person
is that
broken glass
you have
stepped
upon.

that person
that
continues
shattering
with every
step upon
them-
friend or
foe.

crunch...
crunch..
crunch.

we live
away or,
stay away
in the
shadows
because
that is
where we
prefer to
hide when
we cry.

if you
look upon
that floor
of
broken glass,
you will
see puddles
of emotion
mixed
within.

dehydrated
broken
beings
with literal
broken
hearts
who have
been
tortured
in a
lifelong
echo
chamber.

crunch...
crunch..
crunch.

please
be mindful
not to
step upon
the
broken glass.

broken
glass
can not
listen,
but it can
be
heard.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

I'm a simple man.

I don't need all of the ******* you understand.

Don't ever pretend, don't ever lie to me.

I don't need all of the makeup, if you're beautiful, trust me I'll see.

Just sit next to me quietly and let's see where this can go.

Sit next to me on the shore and let us watch the river flow.

Let us listen as the waves crash up against our barefoot toes.

Sit next to me and watch some stars shoot across the sky.

Sit next to me and find out that I am just....

I am just a simple guy.


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

we separate ourselves,
   for sanity.

we separate ourselves,
   for serenity.

we separate ourselves,
   for lucidity.

we separate ourselves,
   for stability.

we separate ourselves,
   for breath.

we separate ourselves,
  to push away death.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

I wish not to wither from whence a region is in the throes of the season of death.
Salted roads, unknown footprints in the snow and minus a breath.

Lifeless trees against the canvas of a grey and slumbering sky.
I wish to leave when life and robust colors once again make love to thine eyes.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

CHF end stage.
It can absolutely feel like living inside of a cage.
Don't do this
don't do that.
Watch your sodium intake, watch your intake of fat.
Pill after pill
just to keep our hearts more still.
On the scale first thing every morning.
Overnight a weight gain of 5 lbs.?
That's a fluid retention warning.
Our hearts now beat so mild and meekly.
Life for us is not about months but, more geared towards weekly.
I could easily go off on some, "why did this happen to me" impassioned rant.
Instead I'll not get too excited because I'm not on any list for a much needed heart transplant.
My heart has already withstood
220 beats per minute for hours at a time.
Cardiologists staring at me like a puzzle, like a poem without a rhyme.
Congestive heart failure  - Supraventricular tachycardia.
I went through it all...I went through hours of literal ICU manic hysteria.
Enjoy us CHF sufferers while we are still here.
Because tomorrow with us, can quickly turn into yesteryear.
Have no regrets.
Don't miss us while viewing the sunset.
A sunset that we can see from the heavens above.
A sunset soaked and saturated with our love.
If we happen to fade away in our sleep......
Our memories will be yours, forever to keep.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️