For the Sake of Creating

Anecdotes and testaments,

half-remembered precedents;

they set the stage so thusly for

a script that's read in silence.

Eyes may widen as it's skimmed -

shorn, revised and marred by whim -

but as your panic settles in,

it's handed back and purchased.

An audition for your draft.

Your chest tightens as you laugh.

You think aloud, "It's not so bad.

At least it wasn't worthless."

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With You, I am Blessed

Kiss of Honey

I say I am struggling with ghost in the mind, you hold me.

I say I am a worthless nothing, you caress my face saying:

"You are a handsome somebody."

When I feel I do no good, you show me the art and poetry.

When I cry tears, you embrace me close and we kiss.

Hunny, this is why I say: I am blessed not lucky.


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I still hold my pail

We used to play in a sandbox

then we removed the boundaries

and created a world of sandcastles

But I didn't consider the tides

would wash away our creations

I fell in love with you in that world

When the tides came

you washed away with them

And I miss you...


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First I Wrote My Name

Once I bounced a ball,

The paper was my wall,

It bounced around my head a while,

That ball and me , we shared a smile.


Then I drew a house,

With windows for a mouse,

With curtains, blue and yellow lace,

I told myself, "I like this place".


Then I went to schools,

There they taught me rules,

The first the rule was to "write your name",

I recognized a different game.


Junior High breezed through,

The years passed by, they flew,

The days were filled with sitting still,

My parents worked to pay the bill,

I gained a lot of nothing missed,

Always writing, my hand a fist.


And now that years have passed,

I'm on my own at last,

When memory of that ball comes back,

I reminisce, I see the lack,

That ball is bouncing back to me,

It tells me learning should be free.

 © 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Education should be 'free' ie: free mind to learn about what one chooses and not only what it is in writing in a page of a book, or thoughts of opinion that have been masterfully manipulated to concoct another's idea of the 'truth'. That is not an education. That is simply the idea someone else gives you that you have one (an education).

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Words are what we use everyday

But how many peopme think of what they say

I mean really think of the stuff you say

For you see words can't be taken back

So i'd be sure to remember that fact


People just talk and talk and don't say a thing

They just keep going around saying the same thing

You no good at this or you  should look like that

Who give you the right to decide what is fact

They say you shouldn't feel a certain way

Cause your words of sadness bring dismay

So am i suppose to say i'm happy
When im alone on the inside


I say that we should just think

and not use words without meaning

For a person that has been hurt

Or felt alone but what you say

They will feel that hurt each and every day


So just take the time to think

And remember what you say

And maybe your words

Will mend their heart one day

The Great Mad Man

Sitting at a wooden uneven table looking into the eyes of the great mad man,

Talking beyond senses,

Belief in a coming realm,

Switches blink-blink between now and nothing quick like flickity-flicks between t.v. screens,

I believed his eyes that were

hung-on-stars-like-bird-ribs-that-resemble-cages-they are trapped in,

A soft blanket comfort shoots from them,

He saw it,

Something in-between a moment and epiphany-dream-wake,

Stirring Black and Opel,

Painting the haunted ghost,

A shadow to forget,

Oh, Yes,

It knew him,

It knew his magnet-heart-song,

It saw where evil lives,

Splintered between,


rivers, puddles, lakes, straits, raindrops, mildew, brow-sweat, bottle-can-perspiration, god's one and only tear,

Tiny and hanging on time windows traveling like directionless compasses, 




Art inside everything,


Underneath frozen Giants,

A polite bow for the dying sun,

Ahhh, yes,

Slow sleepless dream, 

How he colors night with his black permanent marker,

Shades in the moon,

Holding His Magnificent Lonely Glow in the Distance

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Yesterdays Adieu

I cant let go of yesterday
When you were here, and i was near
You were everything that i held dear
Filled my soul with crimson fire
Wanted all your kisses to lift me higher
Now I'm falling, crashing back to you
My heart is breaking but i wont say adieu
Want you to know, I've never wanted us to part
We’re like an unfinished work of art


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Any constructive criticism would be most welcome :)

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my ode to sungazing


Sungazing: Amazing
At sunrise or sunset
Changes colour with vibration
Pinks, purples and blues
Depends on you

Sungazing: Amazing
As ancient as Avebury
A dose of pure energy
Forget Red Bull or Dew
Get the sun on you

Sungazing: Amazing
But not too hight
In the sky
Will Damage your eyes
Shouldn’t surprise

But if vibrating right
Will see the sun
Burning so bright
It’s surface popping too
No telescope: Just YOU

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Afternoon Nap

Wulfman Adventures

I would like to draw and paint.
I would like to write poetry.
I cannot keep the eyes focus.
I cannot keep the mind open.
The body is in too much pain as well.
So I curl up on the blank canvas.
Snoring- hoping for art to happen as I dream.

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