Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

April 5, 2011

More Empty Words

I’m short doing my part as a partner

She hadn’t eaten all day

That turned into night.

That emergency room wait

Is too cold for someone who hasn’t slept.

Her old father’s in pain for sure

For indignities after procedures.

And now her pain & indignities are here

(No Daddy’s girl must assist with his catheter)

& I’m away from her at work

Seeing that  more empty words

Are looked over,  seen to,

& offered up  too.


.My only love

Has been thought


I’ve been called confused,

My prose, it’s problematic,

My poetry,  obtuse.

But my empty word

Are full of feeling

At least  some time  I put them down

And the passion  I keep stealing

Pierces the warpaint of this sad clown

January 19, 2010

Thinking of you today, Edgar (born 1/19/1809) RIP

“When danger approaches, sing to it” 

                                                            -Arab proverb

July 6, 2009


I was so much older then..

written when I was a kid but I was always proud of it/thot I’d share


I’m immersed in the miracle
of my sense
Poised on the pinnacle
of a fence

Razor-sharp and fast
I gotta outlast
a lotta likelihood.
& rays of cutting ice;
a slanting precipice
was wanting the place
I stood

July 4, 2009

Hey, Baby

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July 2, 2009

Drifting Trilogy


Coincidentally, at recent coordinates

She has no knowlege of

the hazards of love.

Her raft tips tall and

falls down, back down.

Her Roofstars Stun So

her own wind, drowned out.

Her wind unknown.


Coincidentally at his end coordinates

he knows no knowlege of..

but Hopes  Open–

a hazard of love.

His raft held calm

by the same wind, by her arms.

his truth stays on so.

on course, and could near her.

of course he could near her.

II.Comet’s Envelope

she’d like to find it a crying crime

eventually find it

for crying out loud.

She’s not the only book I’m reading.

As it happens, it just happens,

To be honest, I lie to their faces


But we lie

on our backs too,

Gone,  gaping at Comet’s Envelope.

Circle like high distant birds,

just afloat.



“I don’t stand this, no distancing”

Soulfull chest and best intentions

“O ..Further along & farther away”

After it’s hurting time

It’s certain we’re down

from where we may

& nearer the day we’re done.

June 2, 2009


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Honestly, I’m a liar

I can’t even to my own self be true

(Afterall, he stalls, he would be balking

giving himself a good talking to)

I don’t see fit to say “Don’t ask”

I would benefit  if you get

me to talk.

To me it’s too tall a task.

Yet I’ve chosen..

Let me loosen to let go.