Silly shy speaker

She says she still

Sleeps sweet slumber

Slightly sick she

Slyly sneaks some

Snacks so she slumbers

slightly shorter sleep.

Rays of sun beating down,

Covering my gleeful face in their golden light

I dash throughout the field of grass,

Emerald blades tickling my bare legs

My brothers follow after,

All of us laughing and playing together

A picturesque summer day,

The beauty of nature,

And the innocence of childhood,

Closely entwined forever

The people I love,

Those who love me back,

And the magic of a beautiful day

A precious memory I’ll hold inside

For the rest of my life

I sat down next to "Love" in an airport bar. I found it annoying when she leaned across me to plug in her phone, but I held my tongue. It is always best to hold your tongue when you meet someone in an airport. I mean they could be anyone, right? And besides, the banter is always the same. “Where are you going? Where have you been? Oh, I love it there! Did you go by the Park/Museum/Cathedral?” When she leaned in I noticed that she smelled of the same coconut, hotel shampoo that I had used that very morning. A crazy coincidence, huh? That "Love" would stay at the airport Hyatt Regency?

But of course, I did not know she was "Love" at the time. I mean, you seldom do know right away, do you? For God’s sake, who would guess that it was "Love" drinking a tall, amber ale sporting a perfect, television-commercial-worthy, frothing head at 7:10 am? Of course, that should have been my sign that this was indeed “Love,” but I am not that smart. It only made me thirsty.

I asked the bartender, a dark-haired, thick bodied, Mediterranean woman with an alluring birthmark between her cheek and lip, for one of whatever it was “Love” was drinking. Of course, I didn’t say “Love.” At least I don’t remember saying it, but it was early, and “Love” was attractive in a 1977 Sally Field kind of way, so I might have said “Love” unintentionally. She turned to face me when I ordered my beer, raising the possibility even higher that she could be “Love,” as her roundish, cutesy face now wore the most curious make-up; a Jokeresque smile painted in blondish foam across its upper lip. I even began to hope and suspect at that point that she might be “Love.” In fact it occurred to me that I should ask for her autograph, and possibly even her number, as neither my mother, nor my buddies back home would ever believe that I had found “Love,” or that I could have ensured the ability to find her again.

As will happen in an airport she drank her beer quickly, and I mine. She leaned across me again to retrieve her phone. This time I didn’t find it nearly so annoying when she leaned over me, as her free hand accidentally laid itself across the top of mine. I noticed that the hand didn’t wear a ring. “Excuse me,” she stated matter-of-factly. It was only airport curtesy, not the real thing, but I didn’t mind.

“Love” picked up her bags and started away, but then she stopped. She turned completely around to face me, a dejected look on that sweet face. “I had hoped you would at least say hello!” Then she disappeared into the moving river of bodies headed toward the “C” gates.

"Love" did not speak to me that day in the airport bar, only a beautiful woman, a stranger. She did not say what “Love” should have said, what “Love” could have said... not if she had wanted more from me, that is. I know that sometimes “Love” is over-rated and, in any event, I was unprepared for “Love” at that time in my life. I would move on fine without her. But on the plane ride home I remembered her frothy smile and her soft touch, and I wondered that “Love” had only wanted a little small talk from a stranger, only a “hello”. The memory of it sat heavy on my heart. Outside my window was the blue sky, and it made a blue flight all of the way home, a very blue flight knowing that the same blue sky carried “Love” toward someone else, someone somewhere who might simply say, “hello”.

foot got stuck,

ran out of luck.

Can’t get it free—

from the crooked tree.

Owls ‘r’ hooting,

fog (busy) swirling-

It’s got me!

How can this be?

I should have thought

of not taking a late trot.

adieu

(pulled underground)

to you

(right into the mound)

#midnight

You who knows nothing but thinks so highly of yourself,

You who damns those you say you love to pain,

You who thinks life is a toy for you to squander,

You who takes the heart of your wife and unborn child and sets them to flame.

You who deprives the woman that loves you of the one thing she ever wanted,

You who forced a mother to become a murderer,

You who leaves her to suffer alone,

You and your callous heart made of stone.

Throughout all the years I’ve lived,

All the life I’ve had to witness,

My greatest regret

Remains ever the same

A loss of time

With those I cherish,

Minutes, hours, years,

That I wish would replenish

For the hands of the clock

To turn back and replace

What I’ve lost,

My lingering doubt,

The pain residing

Deep in my heart,

Would finally vanish

Please find me again

When the void discards me and

Allows me to love

#haiku #heartbreak

Another day,

Yet more of the same

Loved ones passed away,

Buried deep in their graves

Wars, conflict never-ending,

Each another example

Of human folly

Crime after crime,

Murder committed in cold-blood,

Not a shred of mercy or regret

Another day,

Yet more of the same

Everyday, I look on,

Watching over these foolish beings

As they endlessly sin

Even from centuries ago,

Barely anything has changed

Humans still dotted all over the world,

Hurting one another,

And never bothering to care

Another day,

Yet more of the same

This is the only fate that remains

For one cursed in their blood,

Such as I

That's why, I continue to live,

Watching as everything else

Slowly dies

After far too many years of reckless inebriation

I spontaneously decided on a complete cessation

SO I impulsively threw into the wind my entire gin and tonic

"No longer will I imbibe!" I said, without a hint of being ironic

"From this day forward, no more more booze will I consume"

It was an absolute decree, for equivocation there was no room

I said it out loud, as the liquid from my glass flew skyward

Even a devoted lush nearby, may have likely been inspired

But gravity is irrefutable and yes, my friends: karma is a bitch

For the trajectory of the hooch I tossed a loft, suddenly did switch

So instead of falling harmless in a direction that was south

The contents of that delicious drink, flew right into my mouth