But Poems

Happy man but no heart

Got a short fuse
Got a heart to abuse

With what you call romance
I refuse to dance the dance

Of trying to love someone
Who will always run

Away from me
Even if they

See me for who I am
A struggling man

With a hole in his chest
Looking like he's got nothing left

No heart and desires
Just burnt out fires

And a deep dark hole
Deep

I like to swim, but how'd I get here?

For replacement election maps
Texas jumps when Don’s finger snaps
If he keeps control
Trump’s gold toilet bowl
Is where we'll all swim when he craps

SILLY BUT TRUE: A TANKAING FREE FLOW OF THE STATE OF OUR NATION

SILLY BUT TRUE:  A TANKAING FREE
FLOW OF THE STATE OF OUR NATION

Tariffing power,
With screwworm-like politics
Coopering our lives
Uprooting our lives:
Uprooting human justice,
Tree barking dread injustice:-

Military law,
Takes on nationwide control;
Policing all life:
Modern day monarchy times;
POTUS becoming king:-

Peace soon lay to rest;
The DOD, soon to be
The new DOW:
Download Other Wars coming,
As well as the new Red House:-

Yes,

but, at least

The air is ordinary,
flat as the ceiling.
I am not dissolved, not broken,
just waiting—
she's slipping into the woods,
a small vanishing act of trees and smoke.
I stay behind,
a houseplant without a window.

London is a name I repeat
like a charm I can’t afford,
a place I am supposed to belong to
but do not step into.
I am still here,
checking my

It Can't But Hurt

The halls are wide with voices strange,
A thousand eyes, a sudden change—
The tender heart must walk alone,
Among the desks not yet their own.

The girls with laughter like a tide,
The boys with restless steps of pride,
All moving swift, all seeming sure,
While shy ones falter, insecure.

It can’t but hurt to find no friend,
To watch the morning slow

Don't Love You, But I Love You

The first year that I knew you,
you ruled my every thought,
I hungered to be near you,
yhat’s what my passion sought.
Yuo’d text me ever hour,
and I’d always reply,
I think I found my meaning
staring into your eyes.
But now when I look at you
it isn’t quite the same,
we’ve been together ten years,
more calmness in my brain.
Don’t feel the

Broken But Still Strong

when I watched my sister die after being hit by a truck
her blood red in the snow
something inside of me broke
I was shattered, a statue, unable to speak
so broken ... but inside of me was a strength
a fire that burned and somehow I healed

when my baby died at birth I was in a trance
as I

Perhaps I'm naive, perhaps I'm deceived, but I read the depths of you

Perhaps I'm naive, perhaps I'm deceived, but I read the depths of you,
Perhaps I'm patient, perhaps I'm silent, but I watch every step you take,
Perhaps I'm flawed, as you say, but I placed a coin on your dream,
And I don't recall a moment you were there to support me.
I don't remember you holding my hand

Rhyme but no Reason for Treason Silly Season

Damn it the planet’s on fire

Concerning..right down to the wire

Burning on its funeral pyre spire


I’m for turning.. where’s the messiah?

A heavenly choir…so we can aspire

That learning will finally inspire

An endless yearning desire

Of spurning this friendless quagmire


Discerning things are rather dire

Churning of the palaver and ire

Mother nature does surely tire

Should be the crier & trier

Of another

I tried to cut my toenails, but I couldn't bend

I tried to cut my toenails, but I couldn't bend.
It gets harder and harder the nearer the end.
And there's just no hope for a remedy.
Your body's becomes the enemy ~
and death a yearned for friend.

Broken but Bold Enough

Working against heavy odds, 
      a little hovel, he did build
     in a verdant stretch of fertile land,
            off the noisy frenzied crowd

   With sheaves of hay, he thatched its roof
  

I beat you, but did you?

We push to stand at the world’s edge,
to see it first, to touch it first, to claim it as ours.

But what is gained by being first?
When being second has a gift. We can share the moment with those who came before and those who will come after.

So I ask: what would you prefer?
The beauty of

Broken but bold enough to bounce back

There was a time I didn’t know my worth.
I didn’t know my purpose.,
I’d felt that way since birth.

I would talk to other girls at school,
but when they formed their cliques,
they did not find me “cool.”

Not cool enough to be part of their group.
I was just their sidekick who
got left out of the loop.

Broken, I was

She was afraid of heights, but she feared even more never flying

She was afraid of heights, but she feared even more never flying,
Like a bird that keeps its wings folded, fearing the wind,
Yet whose song is filled with the desire to soar towards the sky.
She was afraid of plunges, of the abyss stretching beneath her,
Like an ocean hiding its depths in mystery,
But in her eyes was

Good days are not lacking, but good lives are hard to find in the world

Good days are not lacking, but good lives are hard to find in the world,
A life of good days lived through the senses is not enough, it's just appearance,
The life of sensations is the life of greed, always demanding more, never ceasing,
But the life of the spirit asks for less and less, time is generous

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