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“Were We Ever (I Never Let Go)”
Were we ever a stirring rhythm?
Ever a chord meant for note?
Was life ever something more real
Than the stars in the sky
“You are not just a crack”
There are rivers that still rage
Within the contours of our past
Held firm and in place
By so many fevered dams
Constructed out of faith
As much as desperation
16 years ago to the day. .
Ida popped up out of nowhere, which I’ve never seen. She never deviated a bit from her initial hurricane track, which as a resident of New Orleans for over 40 years I’v...
There is a softness to you
That holds no fear
Only a tender trace of hope
Not yet smote by tomorrow’s inevitability
The impending downpour
Of torrential pain
That marries so pleasantly with
Today because Disability is full of con artists and idiots I had the 8 titanium screws and titanium plate removed from my left knee then a total knee replacement of the left knee.
I cannot stop thinking about you.
It’s been years, and yet you’re still there as vibrant as ever haunting me in such wonderfully wicked ways. Those bright eyes and that smile the devil himself s...
You burn clean through me
With your wandering, lustful stare
Your eyes I can tell hold visions
Of vistas mine have never held
And I think of you now
And so very often
The rhythm is lost to the winds. As if it were one of the threaded pages of a well-read book missing the front cover that was left without care on a green paint-chipped park bench. It has been th...
If thoughts were the currency of the world, I would see you wealthy beyond measure.
Every moment we shared beneath the hanging crescent moon and Summer-kissed sky leaves me lost and on unsteady ...
I have never touched your body, yet I have committed to memory your every curve and bend.
I long for you in spite of good reason.
I want you. Always.
I crave your sex.
You have that good Carolina wisdom
That matches middle-aged gray
Yet you are but a young tender blossom
In what once was a garden fertile
Now boiling in disarray
They say everyone ha...
God Bless Me, Doctor
God bless me, doctor
I am feeling a keen sort of dread
See, I woke up this morning
Breathing short and haggard
Full of pain and regret
God bless me, doctor
I am feeding this ...
There is a volume to the chaos.
A simple yet rhythmic pulsing of regret stained motives circulating within my head. And I am left as a prisoner to each and every musing, wondering as always if t...
Everyone has a philosophy.
Not everyone has conviction.
What makes you different?
I know I am.
You smell of lilacs in March.
I recall so vividly how nothing I could ever have fathomed in my mind would do justice to your soft smile.
You coax from me energy so easily that it feels somehow ...
The idea of you has always been better than the reality.
That saddens me deeply.
Because you could be so much more. You choose to embrace your weaknesses instead of fighting them.
Trust is a spark that without the proper kindling cannot be coaxed beyond its initial barbs of electricity into something substantial, but when the correct material meets pure measure it ignites ...
I write thousands of lines about you in my mind, spinning them backwards and forwards with little pleasure. It’s an obsession. An outlet. It is simple release.
I need it.
Except when ...
It complicates my conscience.
It buries me with sweet, simple sounds.
Your body is a kaleidoscope, and I am colouring in the margins of the fragile moments we eagerly share with a sh...
You are a dream, a fascination of thought, a starlit symphony to which I fall asleep each and every night.
I have so much within me, such a fervor to fight, an endless desire to pleasure you wit...
I wonder what it is that defines a man.
Is it the way a man responds in the face of adversity? When the situation inevitably presents itself in life where there is no good action to be taken, the...
When your lips slowly part
Melodic words tumble forth
As I fall hard
Upon the concrete of desire
I stake my claim
Your voice softens
Now a whisper
It’ll never be the same
You are a sweet, sweet madness.
You never fail to inspire.
I sat down to write, but the words proved elusive. My thoughts felt like concrete, hard and disillusioned.
I think of you every night.
For years I’ve spent my free time imagining you. So many moments. Thinking of you. With me. Wild and without restraint...
I feel that I have been trapped beneath glass, capable of looking out and seeing. Screaming, at times, but my voice contained coolly and completely. A witness to unspeakable things, and all the w...