Yolo....it’s the death knell of a soul not an anthem
Why do I do this to myself time and time again? You’d think I’d learn, that by now I’d have figured it out. Here I stand, exposed, vulnerable. Waiting, like a lap dog waiting for a scrap from the table.
I have my own table thank you very much. I sit at the head of it in everything I do. That is, until you come calling and ask me to compromise who I am for stolen moments with you. Yolo.... my soul dies a little each time we meet.
Wanderlust
Cincinnati thunder rolls
on the corners of my skin
this heart that beats
to the beat of England
whispers Italy within
got no money to waste
nor time to spend
not for mountains
or beaches or deserts
just sit tight
in this little old town
in our little house
with the small minded neighbors
who know all our whereabouts
there is
no sign of danger
in this well known
i cannot stay here
if i never leave
i will never grow.
#smalltown#traveler#poetry#home
The End
A photograph of you and me
fades softly from memory
skipping here and there
farther does it go
dementia seem it may
numbs my aging brain
steals such a petty dream
of my ring engraved upon your finger
color captured you and me
for a pain filled infinity
our beginning was the end.
#poetry #heartbreak #lies #loss
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When your clock goes tick
mine goes tock
and the shopkeeper sighs
cause you and i
do not chime right
covered in dust
the broken pieces
who learned how to fall
before we ever flew
covered in dust
mysteries mistress entrusts
the crack ups we hold
in secret
as the shopkeeper sighs
you go tick
and i go tock
we would never change
our lives as one broken clock.