Free will gives us choices.
Souls sort and weigh.
Lust fills in the blanks.
Feet tap another day.
When the fates of two collide,
change is felt together.
When hearts and minds align,
pairs will love forever.
When one of four is askew,
time will corrode and sever.
Love is not a slam dunk.
The heart and mind know never.
I promise you all it’s coming soon,
a poem I’ll write with no doom and gloom.
Spring will come and blossoms will bloom,
profoundly imagined locked in winter’s room.
Winters, like life, always end in demise.
Love again felt will brighten the skies.
Clouds will float and not obscure,
every breath’s a pleasure and pure.
Summer’s warmth brings the touch of skin.
Icy hearts thaw from deep within.
The hues of fall paint our ground.
A canvas of white offers promise all around.
Beyond the Glass
My windows are closed.
The air cold and leaves fallen.
Yet birds sing somewhere.
With the glue of two,
broken hearts can mend anew.
Or someone gets stuck.
is much like one hand clapping,
All are born with a pocketful of change.
Quantity’s irrelevant, it’ll all rearrange.
Heads or tails is all we’re to find.
We face our truths or lie behind.
Standing tall, shiny and bright,
how many tosses to land upright?
How many flips and wobbles and spins
or hands slapped and someone wins.
We can add and subtract, save or spend.
Though the odd’s even it just depends.
Change can jingle or bear the weight of earth.
What is shared counts our worth.
Off to sea at seventeen
To see a world I hadn’t seen
To find a place to call my own
Youthful vigor, this child grown
This child grown yet not mature
Too many choices that’s for sure
Open eyes and open mind
Open mouth running blind
Open mouths words will flow
Open heart with nowhere to go
Met a gal, our short time grand
We toured my ship hand in hand
Phone calls followed, her “brother” met
One of a few I’d like to forget
He asked a favor, I obliged
I tried being good, I really tried
But all was not as it appeared
Soon a meeting that I feared
Spoke with my Captain, a man truly trusted
He sat me down and said I was busted
It was that sweet young gal, I adored
Was a narc I brought aboard
Years now past, I say what the hell
A sailor no more, but I’ve stories to tell
I ain’t never wrote a blues song
Don’ think it sound too good
But my baby did just leave me
And not the way she should
Our spring blossomed bright
Our summer was hot
But with those dyin’ leaves
I was forgot
I was tossed to the curb
like yesterday’s waste
Now just her memory
I’m forever to taste
Love was shared in our hearts
A future’s gone before a start
My baby just left me
And not the way she should
I didn’t get call
there was no little fight
I got shot a quick text
on a Tuesday night
Her “baggage too great”
to groove with me
Just a couple of words
and that’s all I’d see
That’s how she left me
Not the way she should
Cos these blues I’m now feelin’
sure ain’t soundin’ good
Nothing is as it was.
Why make it harder just because?
Forward is as forward does.
Our feet lead to where from was.
Where’s many, was once just because.
The forward is as the forward does.