a collector,
I thought to
winner.
Show her off
&
place her
among like
trophies
–tens
of tense,
and uniquely unaware, I
flubbed acceptance
speech
–since words
will err
and breathless, I
fell
(silent)
finished lines
missing me.
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3 Hour Tour
August 31, 2017 
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I am
whole
and complete–
an island unto myself
until
I see you
and everything goes
missing
I am
hole
incomplete–
an island away from myself
Cherry Stirrup
August 26, 2017 Comments Off on Cherry Stirrup
I may be a
James Bond
and then some–
–both shaken and stirred…
And I might be
a Salty Dog, too
–mixed up and edges
that bite,
Hell, I could even
be a Bloody Mary
–with too much going on
and too much going in–
as far as unnecessary garbage goes…
But I am no Margarita.
Not
blended,
Not
sour,
not
frozen.
What? No Homonyms?
August 23, 2017 Comments Off on What? No Homonyms?
Growing up is hard.
Well, it makes you hard.
The shell you need to
brace yourself in the world
tempers into steel
transmutes into armor
–you become the
needed knight
and it’s up to you
to decide
how shiny
that mail remains.
No. 1
August 22, 2017 Comments Off on No. 1
I sketched
you.
the what’s inside
that
no one sees.
Using high-lighter,
metallic ink,
and very little charcoal,
I could not find a medium soft enough
to define
your hidden heart.
For Rest
August 19, 2017 Comments Off on For Rest
epiphanies
shed light,
and
sound light
but aren’t
(light)
–they’re weighted with truth
and time spent recognizing
such heavy, hidden creeds
In the past,
at impasse,
and on paths
treading restless mile
I’ve found feathers to mark
chance revelations
–flights of fancy grounded
before angels stood guard
and today when
a quill charged with breeze
drifted down from heaven
to land
precisely
in my hand,
The truth of my thoughts
was validated
–gold standard validated, and
piggybacked by realization
the most sacred insight
remains
unspoken.
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