Empathy
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Posted:Jan 16, 2019 1:25 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2019 1:26 pm
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Empathy #527 January 16, 2019. 2:23 P.M. I may be wrong But in my mind, for one to have empathy You must watch someone die You must feel yourself die You must laugh and cry Love and lose Life is precious Loss obdurate Fleeting moments in time When you grow wisdom When one realizes with clarity that our loved ones, our family Will succumb to the hands of the years and fates But I cling to all that is good Forgetting the bad is impossible And so goes the balance of purity Of pine needles and passion Of drink and abstinence Of snow and spring flowers Feel, live, love, and remember good times In sorrow but not in woe For our minutes are as fleeting as a nursery rhyme Some answers we’re just not meant to know.
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Kiss Me
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Posted:Dec 29, 2018 2:36 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2018 2:38 pm
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Kiss me : Poem # 511 ……………..December 29, 2018
Kiss Kiss me before I become one with alone starlight dripping from amazing eyes tears like pearls long summer shadows killing the light and making me drift long summer shadows giving way to dead leaves scrambling across the pavement making a sound like rolling bones scratching frost waiting for reinforcements in the cold corners of my soul seeing you alone again gone again.
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I Held Her
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Posted:Dec 26, 2018 4:19 am
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2018 6:54 am
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I Held Her: Handwritten in pencil February 2006
I held her In the night While she shuddered and cried “It isn’t fair” she said And I remembered thinking Nothing ever is I held her In my heart All that spring Smoke stacks belched sooty vermin On wet soil And my filthy black snow soul melted In corners the sun never touched And in the depths her heart As if she had never been touched Pain knelt before me Like a closed corner tavern In faces I'd never seen Scarred by my so called love Where dirty cobwebs Saw half lidded eyes and dusty flecks In our mourning morning sun Baking in stale beer and despair. You could smell defeat In the sticky dingy carpet And nicotine stained walls.
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End Game
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Posted:Dec 26, 2018 4:12 am
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2018 4:14 am
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End game #510 December 26, 2018 4:40 A.M.
“ I don’t know if we can ever recover from this” she said and you knew it was quite over I’d heard it too many times in too many places Hurt was like honey or jam or obstinate tar Once you got some on you it seemed like it spread all over your hands all over your drooping black circle eyes face sticky and tenacious hurt was finding your love had deceived you finding your feelings for someone had gone leaving and regretting it later picking up your mail missing the or cats seeing her on the street smiling as she talked to a friend when all the time you were dying inside driving by the place and seeing cars outside they’re having a cookout and you went home to lonesomeness home to face dirty laundry dirty dishes a shitty job and sadly , every woman you knew was all of a sudden busy or attached or just got married to a great guy
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Sometimes ; October 24th 3:52 PM.
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Posted:Oct 24, 2018 1:03 pm
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2018 1:07 pm
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Sometimes I think that I’m wobbling Like a bony corpse Rambling a fetid desert Sometimes I feel hollow At times I feel vilified There are long days When I see only failure To be a righteous human I don’t know what good is anymore Is it love? Is it hardness? Is it creepy to hold the door for someone? A female, who might think What is this man’s motive? For I have been destroyed by another’s love What constitutes being a whole person in our eyes? I live, but what have I truly learned? I have loved so deeply it chars my heart But I have lost everything there So the days go on I go alone to search for truth My own truth I am solitary and yet I am not I am one and none No Alpha No Omega Just a speck in ancient time I am me.
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I Saw Red
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Posted:Oct 16, 2018 2:57 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 2:59 pm
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I Saw Red, 10:39 P.M. ….October 6, 2018
I saw red On the pavement But not my claret I saw red In the beautiful sunset Diffused pink light Purple foggy dawn mist I saw the blood Coursing through The veins of my ancestors In Delaware In Ireland In Casalbordino Those beings Seeing sunsets And not knowing I would be there In the raw dawn
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Saturday Dust Up
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Posted:Oct 16, 2018 9:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 9:15 am
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Saturday Dust Up October 13, 2018: 6:45 PM
Saturday Dust Up I get up Start all over again New days New ways I go play To my souls content Always paying rent Money always spent But a true heart Holds more honor than any precious stone More caring than any rainy cold denial My sick in the room corner pants Draped over an old rattan chair Like a stiff soiled shroud To err is human they say To be forgiven for your wrongs Is the most soothing balm I have never felt I have never known of that For hunger from being a tragic failure has always been The best seasoning for me
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Unnumbered Poem : Love
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Posted:Sep 21, 2018 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2018 2:01 pm
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Love Like a 's scribbles On new paper You dance hand in hand lips to lips until dawn's parting and on the streets outside you hear the silent sounds Of old age creeping up to meet you as other lovers crawl in and out of beds Other eyes , other arms , other faces Another time This time Trapped by our desires both your shoes forgotten on the floor of life And in the middle of the road
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She Didn't Know
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Posted:Aug 31, 2018 7:56 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2018 3:57 am
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# 411: She Didn't Know.
She didn't know I lay there red hot My core melting down Into a big puddle Onto the floor of the night So many years of waiting and hoping For what she doesn't want Everything has it's price, I suppose And there is a price for everything I went to lofty places of pleasure But not the top of the world I felt the low fever of total loss As I fell into my own well of past mistakes Some sticky tar pit of despair But thankfully not the very depths Of a hell-hound life When I think of my times I remember the women I've loved The inner fires I'd tamed And those that roared out of control The delicious close calls Cheating death, nerves quivering with adrenaline Too fast breathing , while shaking my head in wonder As death took those all around me Picking and choosing here and there And not right here The raw beauty of the lakes Places where Indians And ancestors roamed The smell of a stately pine tree Fragrant sap running like a slow fossil The low chuckle of waves Slapping and slipping Back and forth along the shore As a chill breeze ruffles your hair Smelling of sea weed and Honeysuckle Trout streams gurgling Under mysterious dark undercuts Eddying around old bridge foundations And through bright golden fields Filled with yellow butterflies Grasshoppers and honeybees Old musty houses and barns Mute now of voice or care Old musty lives , other distant times Left behind like friends that have faded Like time worn leather Sometimes things disappear Because they were never meant to be kept Others were lost because you were never meant to have them Or you just gave them away People come and go Some go with a final smile Or a wave , or the finger To another place, another life Becoming vanishing points in the distance As you drove away To be mere Inches apart from love Was a chasm as wide as the oceans A bottomless well of perfect silence She doesn't know That all of this Is going through my mind As I lay here next to her My skin burning Waiting Waiting And wanting.
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Poem...8/16/18 Smoke Stained Tears
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Posted:Aug 16, 2018 10:21 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2018 3:55 am
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Our fires burned like the sun Our bodies radiated salty moist sweat my peppery Patchouli scenting the sheets along with our limitless lust I always thought that kissing was more intimate than fucking more personal and loving more of all that was good I would hoist your 90 lb body on my arched legs and let you slide ever so slowly slowly up and down the turgid purple head teasing me into trying to cum before you Those cute sexy painted toes curled on both sides of my head. Your silver toe rings and ankle bracelets twinkling in the sun as you threw your head back the tip of your hot shell pink tongue darting in and out as if you wanted to put me up inside you and pleasure my way back to sanity Magnificent Indian jet black hair and Betty Page bangs sinful black panties and fishnets you knew what that did to me oh God did you know I would always hold back my want of release leaving you to moan and curse when I pulled out and did MY teasing slowly using my engorged head to tease your shaved smooth honey coated tunnel of love pulling it out just long enough for you to beg me to slide it into your slippery tight cocoa tinted starfish winking at me like a drunken Sailor waiting like a musky pecan to be rimmed with care , then the climax your toes curled you shook you squirted you screamed and were filled with my passion my soul my life and at your climax you gave that little groan of failure because I hadn't let you make me cum yet we both knew the new day was just beginning. But in the end tears put out our fire Smoke stained tears.
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Poem, 8/15/18 Today
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Posted:Aug 15, 2018 11:55 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2018 9:46 am
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Yesterday is Today We carry yesterdays today Everywhere we go Baggage, dead weight, always the problems "The chains we forged in life" As Jacob Marley said to Alistair Sim in the 1951 classic A Christmas Carol I never slept with or dated a Carol But I wanted to I wanted a lot and got what I deserved or so " they" say What do you say about your day? Merry or gay? Cold or a mouse colored gray? Melancholy is no way to spend the day. Lift your eyes from the ground Listen to the sound of your heartbeat breath deep feel alive eat a pizza and desert on some pistachio ice cream with a dollop of coffee extract make that perfect cup of coffee prop those tired achy feet up rub those sore arms and feel life think of those all but forgotten childhood memories Our clans, our people all had something beneficial to offer somewhere even in anger, loss dispassion alcoholism not being there for you nagging ordering you around life's potholes and pitfalls but there were bologna sandwiches with catsup and mustard and cherry Kool-Aid and sickness and servility laughter and love and old hounds and sleeping purring cats smile for you must slog through you're as stuck in life as those at the trenches of Somme in 1916 Cowboy up dust off and seize the hourglass of pain by it's buxom sexy curves and hurl it through the mirror shatter your delusions of today throw the ignorant grains of sand spilling from their glass confinement into the face and jaws of The Lions of Deceit . Do it today.
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# 33 : I Didn't Have to Write.
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Posted:Jul 28, 2018 8:19 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2018 10:57 am
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I didn't have to write Any poetry Because everywhere you were Was sunshine And everywhere you weren't Was an empty space Between all the words
Sometimes I felt like I was Riding a nightmare Of loneliness Through sleeping fields Of despair Yet, I could look out Over an ocean of misery And see you smiling Looking towards the sun and flying on the wind Just like you used to when you loved me and I loved you
Now all I feel are cold zephyrs on the plains I hear the ghost of a steam locomotive a plaintiff wail in the night some demented passionate scream from a lover or a loser I see dead end streets , Dead end aunts and uncles Creaky stairs And nighttime fights In cold bare bulb tenements Leaves rattling and scraping like old dry bones waiting for winter.
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