Not all the people
you need, can stay
in your life for keeps
they too have places to be
thay can’t always, always be
it gets easier to juggle
some days, others
it’s impossible, until
you’re able to see
that need was never meant to be
your burden, so it’s yours to release
if and when you can
like a caged dove
whose only wish it is to fly
into that holy land.
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routine maintenance
I was holding on to you, not out of fear but rather routine, unaware that I was hurting you more than I.
That’s till I let you go, completely.
And we took off like two hares in a turtle race.
It takes routine maintenance sometimes, to fix the broken parts, and make them work together again.
That’s when you let me go,
completely.
And we finished like two turtles splitting hairs over wine.
Phases of the moon
The sun is up again
as if to say,
I told you so dummy!
It is I, not the moon
whom shines its rays.
And wouldn’t you know
the moon stood still,
I’ll tell you a secret,
he said. We work best
together, my phases and all
are just too much for her
sometimes. So I’ve settled
for shadow puppets. Look!
Our love it is there,
on the dark side.
You were the Royal Flush
It’s hard
to be lost
in the shuffle
when you were never
even in the shuffle
to begin with,
like two jokers
in a deck of cards
we were made
for one another.
Can’t you see?
Or am I just
dying to be an Ace!
At least then
I’d have your attention
instead of picking hearts
like I’m a sure straight,
when we both know
you were the Royal Flush
who called my bluff.
You were the Royal Flush
that beat me at my own game.
Motivational speaker
I have met
some pretty good
motivational speakers,
and some pretty bad ones.
And I can assure you,
none of the good ones
are getting paid.
You won’t find them
on the self help rack.
They don’t charge for their advice.
But they’re always there,
waiting.
They’re waiting for you.
Cupid texted
I’m all out of arrows
Cupid texted.
Thank God for that, I reply.
But you don’t believe in God.
Sometimes, my friend.
Sometimes,
I do.
The Craft
Tears well
followed by
a deep breath,
sadness
is a fine art,
and I’m still
after all these years
developing the craft.
Happiness & Love
Happiness
& Love
killed
the poem.
As
for
the poet,
he lived
mourned his loss
then learned to love again.
Try
Most days
all we can do
is try,
try without motive
without reason
but with trust
in ourselves
that tomorrow
is another day
to try.
Picking Daisies
I know Matt Whitaker
I don’t know Matt Whitaker
Except, here’s the thing.
We’re not picking daisies
Mr. President
you’re running the country
Mr. President
and you don’t even know who you know?
Mr. President
America is not one of your companies.
America is not your next big deal.
America is not another bankruptcy for you to cash in on.
Mr. President
we’re not picking daisies,
but if we were
she’d love you not.
Words Of An Average White Male 