1>   if there ever was a moment,

that you knew i existed, why

couldn't you send them to me?

2>   you never told me that

you were better than me,

why let me believe in my lie?

3>   such sadness and longing

i know i am here, but you

forget and i turn inside myself

and pretend

such sadness and longing

i know i am here.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

just these late night thoughts.
what the hell am i doing here?

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the roads of hit and miss


others tell me how it feels

but it can't feel like this

they can't remeber the fevered touch

or every forgotten kiss

they say they feel the sadness

but they can't feel the shame

as every memory returns

to burden up the blame

names lost in the rubble of life

ignorant actions made in haste

so many things i can't take back

of the life i chose to taste

stuck in the decisions of yesterday

feeling dirty from the touch

living life at rock star speed

and caught in the sinner's clutch

other may say they know how it feels

but it can't sting like this

only i know the evils i've done

on the roads of hit and miss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"You don't get to choose how you are going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now." -Joan Baez

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Spark In A Cesspool

Sully your blank pages with obscene grace

With fevered imagination with verbal cattleprods

With blatent philosophy meekly abhorrant visions

Of fragrant cruel lies of asphyxiating truths

Carry the screms inside your heart to fester

And ferment until they ripen into foul verse

And until the stubble of a poem grows thick

On your public face on your devil's tongue

Fully expose yourself to the fatal doubt that flows

Over pages of our bloody yesterdays always in debt

Over braced confused sensitive gawkers-at-art

Until your wrists bleed odes forever into the void

Wary of blissful empty verse you spin mutilated words

Onto your canvase of degradation and mirth

Onto the cheeks of deaf rose angerchildren

For nothing explodes as well as inkstained ghosts

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is, believe it or not, a poem about writers block.  Gha!!!

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Why do I feel others pain and stress?

Is God putting me through some selfless test?

Why do I see the fate of some and all they squander?

It comsumes my thoughts I pray, worry and ponder.

Why do I see most, what they should hold dearly?

Then watch them deny what they should see clearly?

Why do I see colors in people to be dark and deep,

Although happy in appearence inside they weep?

Why do I know truly the secrets they hold

when all truth in their eyes show all truth to be told?

Why do they think there past sins seal their fate?

When believing in yourself is the key to fates gate.

Why do they sell their soul for temporary affection?

When they should save up for affection in their own


Why do they run from their issues at hand?

When they should openly welcome the gifts of God's

greater plan.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes you have to lose everything to get anything. I began to see , really see all people. It's incredible!!

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Turn and toss

Sit up and lie down

Emotions and thoughts flooded the floor

Over the window sill

Crack the glass

Heat escaped from the worn body

Cold creeped from edges of the quilt

Shivering with unstoppable motions

Only time will numb the poor soul

Until nothing is left except icy cold

A frozen popsticle of unhappiness

Left alone in the freezer of life

Never been taken a bite off of

Sun never appeared

Dark clouds cried for the blue heart

For it shall be frozen for eternity

Until sleep falls to end its misery

Author's Notes/Comments: 

March 15, 2001

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I stand there, waving

these people I once knew


they don't wave back

they just look ahead

never looking

never lisining

to my crys

my crys of sorrow

for never knowing

knowing what has happened

happened to these people

these people I once knew

Author's Notes/Comments: 


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Why Let It Suffer?

Everyone should get the chance to live

Live to the fullest

Like everything

Animals, plants, and humans

Why does God take puppies?

Or why does he make them suffer

He should just take them

It makes me want to cry

When I see a puppy suffering

Or when they are going to die

Why do I have to see it?

Why can’t I walk away from it?

I would rather not see it

I would rather it have a life

Why does it have to go?


Because it brings sorrow

When it suffers

God just take it

Or don’t let it suffer

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about a puppy which was a chihuahua about maybe 3 days old and he was born with a hole in his stomach and he was suffering and it was sad!   But that same day that I wrote this the dog died that night with the owner!

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Will You Go On?

Afraid to live,

Afraid to die,

To weak to laugh,

To strong to cry.

I walk alone,

I cannot trust,

I will not hurt

The love I must.

I reach for help,

I pull away,

I'll let you in,

But not to stay.

You're in my heart,

You're in my head,

Will you go on

When I am dead?

Afraid to live,

Afraid to die,

To weak to laugh,

To strong to cry.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for a dying man, who is very close to my heart.

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To A Sea Gull on Eau Gallie Causeway

Copyright 12/14/00

The gull kneels in the turn lanes as if to pray.

Cars zoom by, but yet he stays.

Is he telling the world good bye?

Is this why, he will not fly?

What brought him to this spot,

A lost love or broken heart?

Or was he resting his tattered wings

Oblivious to the danger he was in.

We shall never know what brought him here.

This poem is to him, the poor dear.

I hope he finds that which he seeks,

Before a car upon him havoc wreaks.

Goodbye, my feathered friend,

I hope this is not your end.

If it is, may you not suffer.

As your life ends, may your pain be over.

Later on that day,

I passed back that way

And my feathered friend

Had indeed, met his end.

Now only a pile of feathers and mush

Marked the spot where he was.

Freed of these mortal chains

Now his soul soars over heavenly plains.

I am sad that you have gone away,

But happy you are in heaven to stay.

Soaring with the angels on high

One more time my friend...goodbye.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a sea gull that looked as though it was nesting in the turn lane of the Eau Gallie Causeway.

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