I use to hate writing
But I think it was the action.
Now, I’m writing with
My thumb, never cared for penmanship
Or my grammar & punctuation.
I liked drawing, took my time with it.
Now I’m creating different images.
Writing these words
From past experiences.
You can see this projection.
Working on a new project.
My prerogative turned poetic.
Forget the pen, man, ship. These thoughts,
You can hear & see this plot.

The hot, oily aquatic liquid begin to build up in my eyes as I glanced at the night’s sky;

A moment’s glance and I saw only a single star;

Pondering for a while, more appeared before me;

How lovely this world of mines, that even in the heart’s darkest moments the light is still present

Dear Unsealers…

It’s November 1st. It’s surreal as it’s seventy degrees outside right now.

Sixty days are left in 2024. This month is an eventful one, from Election Day, all the way down to Thanksgiving.

Though it doesn’t feel like November, I wrote my welcome to this month anyway.

Remember, remeber the month of November

60 days left to go in 2024
This month has arrived through the spooky door

Honoring saints, the dearly departed and veterans
A time to give thanks for what we have
And to set the path for the next four years

With the last 30 day month here and now
The clock ticks down, the last days of 38
39 is fast approaching

With Croatia and A Poetic Journey in the distance
It’s time plot a forward course

As there’s time to remember, remember
Before the month of November, gives way

To the year end’s mad dash, known as December

Trotting along,
without a care.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.

His hair so black,
It matches the night.
Standing so tall,
In all of his might.

If you listen real close,
You can hear him run.
His hooves strike the ground
Like the beat of a drum.

I could watch him all day,
I’d stand here and stare.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.

I’ve been there for you,
that’s for certain.
But let’s take a look,
behind the curtain.

You were there for me,
After I lost my Dad.
You kept me happy,
When my world seemed sad.

All of my children
have rode on your saddle.
You helped me raise them,
and that was a battle.

Through all of the hard times,
You’ve always been there.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.

It’s been so hard,
to see you in pain.
I’ve cried so much,
My tears are like rain.

I know in my heart,
What I have to do.
But how on Earth,
Do I say goodbye to you?

You’re more than an animal,
You’re more than a pet.
You’re a part of our family,
that we’ll never forget.

These years with you,
Have been so great!
But its time for you to go,
to an even better place.

And I know one day,
I’ll see you there.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.

-Poem written for my mother-in-law, Susan, and her horse, Bear, for his day of passing.

Time is expensive,
I’m carful who I spend it with.
If I choose to to splurge,
I’ll want to buy some time to
Spend with you.
I have an urge to purge
& surge towards you.
Now I’m submerged in your aroma.
Hot like a sauna.
Had to pause for a second,
Spend a few more minutes,
Then add up the hours we spent.

Heartfelt for love,
Optimistic about it.
Persuading the scent of it,
Ecstatic! About the expression of this.

Stepping away from everyone. I’ve
Lost temper, I cope with isolation.
My self destruction, ironically.
Helped me, come to self healing,
Self awareness, & self acceptance.
I choose to live this way,
It’s your choice to partake.
Sometimes our mistakes
Bring us closer, to our destination.
Comming to a crossroad,
These words are put together
For an explanation. Just don’t expect
It not, to come to an end.
With time, comes expiration,
Feelings are outdated.
But can be experienced from time to time
From a memory stored within the mind.
Energy flows through the Crevices
Under the cranium, through
Our central nervous system.
Can be Intensified through meditation,
Practice persistence, not perfection.

I’ve trusted I’ve lusted,
I’ve loved and I’ve lost.
I’m not “Broken” I’m “Broke in”
See the difference?
There’s a separation,
The love I lost helped me lust
The reason I trusted is why I lost.
We “Broke in” because we’re “Broken”

Apparently, the way I’m moving
Forward, is causing a commotion.
Creating waves and riding em,
Now I’m looking and sounding
Different. Some still see
Me through my past addiction.
No longer with those circles,
Now I’m a square,
Making a point like a triangle.
Breaking out of the hexagon
No stop signs here.
Just slowing down taking detours.

Making new connections,
Creating new bonds,
With the intention of building
A new family. To have a place
I can rest and call home.
Doing homework as this body is home,
Just a home body. Honing in
On this new foundation.
Checking into the blueprints.
No architect, but this picture
You can see, this is pre-school
Connecting the dots.
Drawing the lines, making the connection.

My peaceful place is in the Presence of God
Resting in His Love
His sky the roof
The grass His floor
There I lay
Him, I adore!

My peaceful place is in the Presence of God
Often on my sacred exercise mat
Arms stretching
God has my back
There we connect
Him, I respect!

My peaceful place is in the Presence of God
His cool breeze blowing through my hair
His warm sun and Son giving me a loving stare
Reminding me there’s nothing to fear
Because God is there
By my side–my relationship with Him, I just can’t hide
In Him, I abide!

Peaceful, present, loved, and free
My peaceful place?
In the Presence of God
Where I always want to be!