Did Our Best (Poem 8 x 20)

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, Poems

Smells like death

Rotting flesh

Nothing left 

Makeshift meds

Bloody mess

All regret 

Clean the wreck 

Make amends 

Start anew

Lose a few

Find the truth

Slice in two 

Waterloo

Flocks that flew

Back to you

In the tomb

Slow runner

Front gunner

Lackluster

Drug buster

Safe summer

Steel cutter

Flow flutter

Green gutter

Makes no sense

Deeper dense

Cleaner cleanse

Dependents

Feeling tense

Falling fence

Soul to rinse

Repentance 

Is it right?

Keep it tight

Start a fight

On this night

Toughest plight 

In hindsight 

You were mine

If I might

Is it wrong?

Sing a song

Play along 

Bang the gong

Don’t take long

Just be gone

Fling ping pong 

Search Hong Kong 

Make a choice

Then rejoice 

Making noise

Finding voice

Rainy moist

Skin so coarse

Racing horse

Frightful Force

Sky is here

Space is near

We have fear

Changing gears

Pouring tears

Losing years

Chasing deer

Life will steer 

Forget me

Set us free

Stop and see

Wipe it clean

Sights unseen

Halo three

I’m in need

Nightmare dream

Is this real? 

I can’t feel

It’s surreal

Voids to fill

They will kill

If we’re still

Moving meals

Rusty wheels 

Soul is hot

I am not

Here to rot

In this pot

Of the lost

On the cross

You forgot 

I can’t stop 

Make it rain

Show disdain

Burn in flames

Never stay

Go away

So ashamed

Fall from Grace

Face will fade 

What am I

In this life?

Who designed 

All this plight?

A disguise 

So outright

Melting eyes

In the sky

Who are we

With disease?

Cutting keen

Reverie

Can this be

All for keeps?

Play for treats

Or we leave

Peace on earth

Myths of dirt

Rip my shirt

Stop the birth

Gait or girth

Gift of myrrh

Hating her

Flesh and fur

Wars in stars

Beating hearts

Saving scars

Rip apart

Fly afar

Doors ajar

Gates to guard

Fight too hard

In this wake

We create

Signs of hate

No debate

Quickly fade

Leaves to rake

Souls forsake

Time to take

Get us home 

Save our souls

We’re alone

Off the road

Outlaw zone 

Broken phone

Losing hope 

Where to go? 

Fly it back

Now attack

Burn to black 

Trim and track

What we lack 

We distract

Make them laugh

They’ll all crack 

Let us rest

No more tests

Disrespect 

Fallen friends

Joking jests 

People pests

Ended less

Did our best 

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Moonlight Lake in Summertime

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, Perimeter Paddle (CCL), Poems, stories

Driving over the lake at night, mid summertime. Warm air, without wind, perfect, just right. Wishing this moment of comfort and fun could last an eternity. If Heaven is real, it must be like this. 

There’s work tomorrow morning, a normal day ahead, but none of that matters when the moonlight reflects off the glassy black water. Houses are silent across the land, all boats are shutdown for the evening. It’s quiet. Absolute stillness. 

Parking at a boat ramp and walking to the end of the pier, I gaze out at all the lights across the vast body of calm water. All different kinds of people inhabit the large homes of stone and glass windows. But none of them matter in this moment. All I see are the lights as they create an image of stars across the moonlit horizon. I’m standing on a platform in another universe where people, other than myself, do not exist. I’m alone. Completely alone, standing on the edge of an unknown expanse far from civilization. 

Cars cross the bridge with great speed off to my left. They’d never notice a lone soul standing in the midnight moonlight. They’re only comets scraping the sky in my universe of silence.

The warmth of the night brings a indescribable comfort to my wretched heart. All the cold has melted away and left me cleansed. The water of the reservoir evaporates under the heat and enters my lungs with every breath. All the negativity of the world, every impure thought, and each scar all heal with the vapor of the black moon water.

In this moment, I am free. I am alone and at peace. My soul is pure, safe, and clean. Stars, moonlight, warm water, warm air, barefoot, unseen.

I am the lake and the lake is me. We are one. We are free.

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Calm Before the Storm

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, Poems, Wildlife

There’s a calm like no other, before the storm shreds the shutters, where a lonely lone wolf wonders all night long. 

A sadness drains the thunder, the rain pours out in gutters, the darkness hides the summer with clouds and fog.

A child searches for her mother, and yearns to please the brother, the heart has been asunder far too long. 

The storm shed won’t shudder, the strength is going under, her mind is lost in clutter and righting wrongs. 

Where does the darkness end, if not when she is dead, she’s paying for her sins all in one. 

Let the storm begin, she will be free again, allow the rage to send out its guns.

Hail and straight line winds, tornadoes spin and spin, flooding all within a fate undone. 

No one here can win, she can’t keep it in, battles never bend until the sickness runs. 

Century long silence, preceding a violence, she doesn’t like it but has no choice. 

Insidious slyness, hiding in the cypress, the calm is dying as she finds a voice. 

Tumultuous tyrants, planted a virus, forgetting all kindness in the world. 

Peace we’re not finding, children are crying, time to start fighting with swords. 

The clouds are rolling in, we all will face our sins, this is how it ends in fields of blood. 

Her hands control the wind, lightning from within, find a place to sit and watch the fun. 

Apocalyptic penicillin, nothing can stop this, bodies will cringe as they run. 

Their crimes to commit, feeding her vengeance, creating an ending of destruction. 


They made a monster with their rules and standards. She stayed calm for too long, sulking in silence and sadness. One day, she allowed her anger to erupt and infect the world. She would make them regret the pain they caused.

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Winter Sucks and I Suck in the Winter

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, Poems, Texas State Parks

Cold weather and gloomy days of clouds and rain, snow covered lanes and mountains of shade, holidays seem far away, the inside is where we must play – this is winter and it’s a terrible time for hearts of summer. 

Fall isn’t so bad – autumn leaves and trees, football on Friday nights, Thanksgiving and family time. Christmas lights, giving gifts and buying unnecessary items for everyone in contact. But when the special days end, what’s left to attend? There’s nothing to bring light when January begins. Nothing but cold, work, ice storms, and hopelessness. 

Winter is a season of suffering, holding out for the promise of summer. Thankfully, every year summer comes when she should. And we shed the ice from our frozen souls. 

The prospect of warm weather and sunny days is what helps us survive the harsh winter months. Even the lightest and brightest of spirits are weighed down during the darkness following December. What’s the point? Can we hibernate like the mammals in the wilderness? 

Sadness, gray filters, madness, hope killer. Winter. 

Nothing gets done. We work, sleep, eat, repeat. No fun. No joy, laughter, nothing worth living for when it’s cold out and the clouds cover the beauty of the sun.

I forget who I am in the early months of the year. I wonder on auto-pilot, like a zombie mindlessly walking towards crowds of potential food sources. I wonder what the point of life is for the lost and lonely. Seeds of sadness flourish and bloom into dead trees piercing my internal organs. Pain. What’s the point? I can’t escape the four walls of my decaying room. I never want to leave the comfort of my warm bed. Outside these walls, the cold persists. I stay inside and the cold in my bones freezes all aspects of hope.

The winter months – I become stagnant and await the days of warmth ahead. The prospect of summer keeps me alive.

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Thoughts on the Body

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, Poems, This is Why I Don't Have Friends, Uncategorized

Cytoplasm electrified. Lost in the veins, searching for light. We travel beat by beat, deeper inside. Activate the catalyst for the enzymes, physiological breakthroughs and insights. Awaken the mind from its deep, dark demise.

Anatomical absinthe feeding attraction. Internal information covered in abrasions. White blood cells fighting red blood cells, dumping T cells into internal warfare. Spears thrown to pierce the growth of the tumorous moat around the throat.

Neurotic catastrophe, fading connections. Losing sheath, reducing speed. Activate the brain, let the master think. The whole body finds its strength again with the excitement of the central nervous system.

Mind right = body tight. Fight or flight mode is off tonight. Impulses shooting left and right, re-wiring for the upcoming plight. Intelligent thoughts stream through the limbs giving instructions on how to win. 

Blood is the train, taking crops to their rightful place. Ride the tracks down and back, dropping goods along the way. Feed the troops their rightful supply, they do their best to delay the death. Hardest soldiers you’ll ever find. 

Skin sucks it all in, no escape from within. The scalpel likes to dig and dig once it begins, but it cannot penetrate the defense mechanisms of the body systems. A perfect weapon against man made creations – the one organic machine here since existence. Can we improve the imperfect, yet fascinating and mind-boggling evolution of the human body?

Altered with the medicinal exportations, a shipment of calvary saves the brain from implosion and the heart from corrosion.

You pass a person and see her eyes, did you know there’s a war going on inside? Dopamine is weak so she’s learned to hide but deep down her cells inside have continued to fight. They are tiny, invisible to the naked eye, yet they’ll never let their hostess die.

What the fuck am I talking about? 

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Fading Faces

Is it just me?, life, Poems, stories

It’s the most important face in your life for quite a long time. It finds its way into every passing thought and daydream. It makes you happy, then it makes you sad, it breaks your heart then heals it. There is a god and a devil mixed into that one single human face. So all encompassing, an obsession. Addiction. Dependency develops quickly and the thought of living without that face is the scariest possible future outcome.

And one day…that face leaves. Never to return. All that’s left are the memories, both good and bad. Your heart is broken. That face…it remains in the brain and haunts you night and day. You begin to think you might die without it. Part of you even wants to die rather than never see that face again. Pain.

Suffering. Deep, dark, sadistic suffering that endures through even the most glorious of moments.

The day eventually comes when you’re forced to either end it all or get the hell out of bed and back into the world. So you choose to live and let go. The process of healing begins. 

One day at a time.

After awhile, something truly magical happens – that face begins to fade. You begin to complete entire days without seeing that face pop into your present mind. Before you know it, you see it in a passing thought and think, “Wow, I haven’t thought of you in some time.”

The heart mends itself as long as you give it the chance to recover.

Years later you go through old photos on a USB you found in the closet. You see that face pop up and barely even remember it – the way it sounded, the way it walked – it was such a long time ago.

That face – that one face you thought would never leave your heart and soul, the one you thought you could never live without, the one that haunted you for endless sleepless nights – that face has faded into the old memories of forgotten days.

With time, like magic, a face will fade.

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The only cow that would look my way.

Everything and Everyone in this Existence

Is it just me?, life, Poems, stories, This is Why I Don't Have Friends

Everyone is someone, which means that no one is anyone. You might be nobody to everyone else, while no one means more to me than you. All the other ‘someones’ are no one. They fade to dust, you grow into perfection in front of my imperfect eyes.

Everyone wants to talk, but no one has anything to say. Ramble on. About what? No one and nothing of any importance to anyone with a mind of his/her own. Yet, every sound you make – it’s perfect sense. Nothing could be more beautiful. 

Everyone has the answers, but no one knows the truth. You – you are the truth, the only truth anyone should ever care to know. Someone has the answers out there, but no one should care about those answers. You are the answer.

Everyone is ONE individual world full of emotion, loss, happiness, pain, and perception. A single planet trapped inside anyone with a brain and beating heart. Your world is mine, mine is yours. Everyone’s planet is filled with someone of importance, but no one of reality. 

Who are you? And who am I? Answers will vary. Answers mean nothing. Perception is the god of our universe.

Who are you, to you? Because to me, you are the world. The world inside me dissolves into nothing when you come around. My world, here in my heart, I give it to you. Every inch, mile, and memory – all to you. The organs inside my chest are replaced with thoughts and images of your face. You are everything and everyone I’ll ever care to know.

Am I real? Do I exist? I exist as much as anyone else in my mind. As long as you exist, then I know I am real. You are reality, the only reality that I’ll ever care to live inside of.

Thank. you, eternally, for existing.

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