In For The Long Haul Poems

Though the lights are dimming,
My heart feels the pain.
I see the tears, I hear the rain,
And I’m left, simply saying,
As my mind interprets,
“What’s it like to breathe the same?”

Am I the only one to blame?
Where am I going, from light...Read More

East of Omaha, winds blow far
Snowflakes coming down, scattered all around
One by one, more to come
Covering the ground, moving inbound

Some would repel, most would excel
Some drop straight, others swerved
A few disappeared, others adhered
I lost sight, those that curved,

Held out my...Read More

Less Than

She was living in a puddle of poor decisions,
Soiled in messy outcomes

Her downtrodden steps shuffling path of humiliation, 
embarrassment, 
self-loathing.

For a long time, I joined her
there,
Under her blanket of shame
(As if for lunch, at a cafe)

I even took it...Read More

Military boots grip the pavement,
hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail
Got her sunglasses on at midnight,
waiting patiently for the right ride
to stop
And swing open an invitation
to rest her road wary bones
From the bend of the elbow,
	to the cut leather gloved hand...Read More

Kill me if you will, Tear me apart,
Rip open the cords,
That hold closed my heart.
Grab my love by fistfuls,
Take away its air,
Drown me in the river,
If you must then it is fair. 
Stab me, twist the knife please,
Choke me, make...Read More

How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
 it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the  
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics,  milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean...Read More

HE ALWAYS LOVED ME						4-2-09



All of my life, He loved me
I first took notice of it
When I was about three(3)
Every tear, every frown
Lifts my spirit, when I need to be unwind

At age seven(7)
He taught me, how to be a true friend
And...Read More

Up a tree and down the pole.
Through a tunnel or in a hole.
Across the street or through the field.
A bushy tail as a shield.

Rather hard at work or out to play.
I am always busy. No time to waist.
I'm in for...Read More

If you could read my emotions
You’d probably lose focus
Be honored by my closeness
Honored that I wrote this
If you could hear my whispers
And see my gestures 
You’d see how my words could affect her’s
If you could read my offense
You’d see I...Read More