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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