Category: Poetry

We’re stronger for our flaws; not less so.
If it’s not working, time to let go…

Of the comfort zone & boxed ticked.
Uncomfortable doesn’t mean licked.

Chase perfect in a distant mirage.
Its dissolve delivered by barrage…

Of one fine mess after another.
Perfect’s a lie like any other.

Maybe ethereal’s good for aim.
As long as none expect to attain…

Cool fruit & water from yon fiction.
Oases wiggle beyond action.

So, shoot for the moon to get on up.
Just know that perfect’s a poison cup.

I’d say, “You fucked with the wrong Queen.”
…Stating the obvious feels mean.

But, words aren’t as loud as actions.
What am I good at? Adaptions.

History’s there with all its signs.
Shows I’d survive enemy mines.

Still, opposition planted them.
Yet, I coast thru; with all my limbs.

See, I have been to hell & back.
So, if you’re coming, watch your slack.

Navigate techno babble crunch.
Ratchet up the pitch; make it punch.

Filter it thru & thru again.
Crumpled paper in critics bin.

Search, research & search even more.
Select an image that implores…

Eyes & hearts & minds to the fore.
There, place a soul none can ignore.

Tidal force ebbing & flowing.
Humming, cloying, heated glowing.

Hunting, chasing what truth invokes.
Solo skid marks in cover’s smoke.

Nailing down alive creations.
Grit & Hubris: culmination.

Some days it’s pitch perfect. Some days it sucks.
Some are ebullient. Some days give no fucks.

Some folks are awful & some seem so great.
Sometimes I wonder who’s real & who’s fake.

Sometimes life flows smoothly; sometimes it’s rough.
Somedays it’s too much & next not enough.

Somewhere is someone who has love for me.
Somewhere I hide so that love cannot see.

Somehow I must live this life to its end.
Someday I will make a fuckable friend.

Somehow my work will come to fruition.
Someday I’ll manifest intuition.

Someone will find me & fall for my words.
Someone will raise me up higher than birds.

Tired of you being on my mind…
Mired in disgust, with so much unkind.

Worried for innocent souls between.
Hurried from health & humored by screens.

Petty with love & jealous of strength.
Ready to tarnish a whole life’s length.

Weary of calculating damage.
Leery of trusting you to manage…

The hope & funds required to support.
Cede all the dishonest tears you squirt.

Wall’s getting thick; coated in your fears.
All makes sense, you’d resent proud queers.

Withdrawal from kith & kin’s been noticed.
This quarrel: destructive as locusts.

Harrowed by all you did & will do.
My marrow’s tired of thinking of you.

If living under monarchy;
Or, oppressive patriarchy…

Look to the counterculture there.
See if freedom could come to bear.

Lend your self to activism.
Study both sides of each schism.

Inform yourself with facts; not gists.
Arm yourself with truth & resist.

Don’t ease up when change is in sight.
Focus & see that it’s done right.

Freedom of speech: even the strange.
People’s pressure has birthed much change.

Boycott, march & certainly vote.
Make the few ultra rich take note.

Most folks aspire to cash & cars.
I dream of life amongst the stars.

Chasing comets, skirting black holes.
Outer space & galaxy goals.

Speed of light smears stars to rainbows.
Send a poet to words compose.

Leave behind the exhausted Earth.
Give her some time for her rebirth.

Alien elixirs to find.
Heal our Earth & also mankind.

There are answers here we ignore.
What differ’s on alien shores?

Diplomacy between strangers.
No room left for baser angers.

But, room enough to spread & roam.
Not just earth: universal home.

The tide, she high & I am holding on.
About to drown by underwater yawn.

The level has risen up to my eyes.
What sort of remedy would you advise?

I wore swimsuit & cap; ready to wade.
But, for a snorkel, I’d both of them trade.

Fish smirking by & pucker up bubbles.
Still treading water & soon in trouble.

I visit this undersea neighborhood.
Though, I did not plan to be here for good.

Just one thing left from teenage years.
Awkward energied sense of fear.

Still try to fly under radars.
I do not want to join the stars.

Prefer to be home; cozy thrall.
Want one on one; not one & all.

For, conversing’s what I do best.
Just one connection; hang the rest.

Teenage patina won’t rub off.
All other traits have grown to slough…

Their outgrown training wheels to fly.
But, my weakest link: teenage shy.

Naked nerves ride out on cracked voice…
Still serves in making humbler choice. 

Here’s to the jokes only to yourselves told.
To laughs that only your humors behold.

A funny phrase with no exposition.
From tongue to head, it worms on a mission.

Say it aloud & it’s never the same.
Just your cognition is fit for its game.

Recalled at most inappropriate times…
In grieving churches or courts’ juried crimes.

Maybe, if lucky, there’s one other wit.
Ones who, like you, the hilarious get.

Most, though, we hoard for the rainiest days.
In midst of the worst…a punchline will play.

Clever, to see & say, “that’s just for me.”
Private, medicinal laughs guaranteed.