And I am having trouble seeing,
In my mind and in my heart,
I cannot get a grip on the happenstance.
And the thunder rages all around me,

So many wants and desires,
I long for strength and clarity,
But like so many things,
They are thunder raging all around me.

Comfort in a daily life,
Knowing that there is format to the day,
I am a creature of patterns,
But the thunder rages all around me.

Though a new love is near me,
It does not stop the strikes of lightning,
Dazzling me and blinding,
Still the thunder rages around me.

Just some time is all I need,
To be with my daughter and delight,
But it is taken away and out of reach,
Damn the thunder raging around me.

So I walk the rain soaked path,
Toward the cloud-break just ahead,
Maybe there where the sun streams bright,
The thunder will stop raging around me.

Filtered light of orange and gold,

Evening takes the day.

A mate,
Not just one date,
One not able to hate,
Enter my new life not too late,
To sate.





For me
Also for thee,
Us two make us a we,
Happy as one, a family,
To be.





Homage,
Turn a last page,
Never sleeping with rage,
Our lasting love bought by no wage,
We age.

This morning leaning languidly in the corner broom
you are too smug

How can you waltz every night with the janitor
Flirt with the dust pan and then
closet yourself with the mop
as if you had found love everlasting?

Where is honor!  What of trust?

Your sophistication will not answer
Already you slide towards the floor waxer.

I watch but you can’t see me,
I listen and you can’t hear me.

I wander the halls of reason,
Feeling very out of season.

In a room filled extremely crowded,
My thoughts are still enshrouded.

With ideas of fanciful flight,
Soaring on a starlit night.

Or maybe lavished as a royal,
In a life completely free of toil.

On the trails of a savage hunt,
The key actor in every stunt.

Dreams of the highly erotic,
Draw me in, quite hypnotic.

Ranging a world of suppositions,
Never make a personal admission.

I watch and you don’t know me,
I listen but you can’t phase me.

Wide open skies,
The universe awaits,
No time for whys,
Just our two fates.

So many options,
But who really cares,
No matter the decisions,
Whatever the prayers.

Floating in heaven,
Swimming in chance,
Carried on a divan,
Impaled on a lance.

Still moving forward,
Creeping on my knees,
Waiting for any word,
But myself I must please.

Should I rely on myself,
Will you help me along,
To rest in a delf,
I may be so very wrong.

Alone I must crawl,
To make a life again,
From the ditch myself I haul,
Old ideas now slain.

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For you know who…

Sometimes you need a kind ear,
To listen to the worst of your fears,
One that will hear your self-doubt,
Even when you decide to shout.

An ear that is kind and listens well,
Even when you are feeling like hell,
Allowing you to stop and think,
When your mood is black as ink.

An ear that will make you smile,
Lifting you up many a mile,
To a place that you would rather be,
Then brooding on your own private sea.

The muse struck deep.