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Where’s Waldo??

Thursday, February 28th, 2013


There are times I see,

many that mean nothing to me.

Away from my eyes,

my senses turn inward, the soul, thee.

All quiet here,

nothing to everything; I startle not.

Hot to cold, or cold to hot,

it matters not, you can complete me.

Comforting calm circles us now,

my hand to yours, the puzzle is finished.



Black & White, Hold the Black

Tuesday, February 5th, 2013

Tonight, together we dine alone
You and I, only us two fit
Black & White, candle lit dinner
Hold the black, I’ll see you soon

Normal, No #2

Monday, February 4th, 2013

Normal, no.

Not now, or ever.

Losing my mind.

And it’s fun.



Ordinary, a word unrecognizable.

The sheep, the same, the blind.

Losing my mind quickly.

And I’m having so much fun.

Love Poem; All I Ask

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013


Some come and go.

Our paths cross, thank you, and bye.

Others simply walk away.

Never looking behind, farewell friend.

A few wait.

For what or why, is unknown, but patience is gone.

You can’t see through my eyes.

Nor is this my request; take a seat next to me, that is all I ask.

Love Poem

Friday, January 4th, 2013
Some paths cross.
Other paths collapse,
After paths collide.
Our paths combine.

Enter Title Here, No Really Enter Title Here

Wednesday, December 19th, 2012


To write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written is my wish.

But I cannot,  fuck the rules of grammar, I don’t care.

To write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written is my gift.

But I cannot, and this hurts me deep.

I’ve tried, many drafts,  many crumbled pages laid to waste.

Why will this not happen, my words ring deaf, dumb, destroyed.

The pain from this feeling you will never know, no one will ever know.

To write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written is love.

But I cannot, I simply cannot.

Beauty with grace, tied together in a precious knot.

Has failure endured or do your eyes see no justice?

The answer, my fingers lay waste, an inadequate job I create.

I want to write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written.

But I cannot, but one day I will; you will see it, believe it, embrace it, and live it.

Thrice Met

Thursday, December 13th, 2012


I found the beach again today.
It wasn’t hard to find.
I cheated, I’ve been here before.
A thousand times, maybe more.
It has been a few weeks since I last saw you.
Ah, I guess that is to be expected.
It may rain soon, why won’t you leave?
Ah, what does it matter?
This breeze is nice, I must say.
Easy to navigate, unless you are heading north.
Pardon me as I pass by.
Pardon me as I tend to ramble.
I see you are back ole friend.
I must admit, I have missed thee.
Any good news, maybe stories to share?
Ah, the hell you can’t understand me.

Meet Me In The Middle

Friday, December 7th, 2012








My heart is a sheltered piece,

tucked far away from your grip.

Old wounds and scars dictate this;

try if you may, it shall not be uncovered


My heart is a wide open to all;

especially to you, please enjoy the view.

Time is short and life shorter.

No regrets, no excuses, my heart is yours.


Wait, what?


I apologize for the complicated confusion.

On second thought, I’m not, but confused I am.

Teach me how to meet you in the middle

and I pray you will meet me there too.

Foot Prints in the Sand

Friday, November 30th, 2012


Do you know who I am?
I followed you? No.
I am with you always.
Step in step, in fact I am you.

You turn back, but do not see me.
You look with your eyes, this is faulty.
With your ears, you listen for me coming.
Your ears let you down, quiet them.

My smell does not reach your sniffing nose.
Nor will it ever.
Reaching behind, you try to grab me.
Your hands only grab air.

Don’t you understand, your mind and body fail you.
Close all senses, shut off all thoughts.
Do you know who I am?
Foot prints in the sand.

Spoiler Below!! Stop Here if you don’t want to read my answer.

The answer is, you (soul), soul (you), and God. Firstly, often times we say the word soul as if it is not us, when we should be using it as an alternative to the pronouns, I, You, Yours, etc. Secondly, God is always with us and we are always with God (to what degree we are aware of this differs greatly from person to person). Lastly, to understand these answers and identify the foot prints in the sand, you must not use the body (5 senses, etc), nor use the mind (thoughts, reason, logic etc). You (soul) need only to turn inward and the owner of the foot prints in the sand become easy to see.

Living, Writing Beach

Wednesday, November 28th, 2012





The beach is my life
And the blue ocean breeze my friend.
I am at peace here, while
A lone sea bird protects me.

But why do thee follow?
Every day you sit, perched feet away.
Your stance is stoic.
I am proud to know thee.





Your coat is beautiful, soft white on gracious gray
And when you do fly, it is a sight to see.
At times you wander off, with friends I suppose;
Yet, I always see thy face again.

The beach is my love
And the blue ocean breeze my soul.
I can breathe again.
My sea bird, my protector, I thank thee.

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