Category: Poems

Joe’s Wall-All in all it was just painted styrofoam on the wall.

I don’t need no education. I don’t need no thought control. I’ll paint what I see, like Van Gogh I’LL fill the empty spaces with more of the same until I fill the final place to match the rest, and when I complete it, my living room will be a place, artists will want to…



Athena’s Promise

Athena’s promise We arrived alive after retro rockets set our craft down on a planet where I told the first woman I met I’d trade my world for hers if I could because I loved the stars shining in all three of her eyes and the moon lighting her crystalline mane no one like her…



Beer,Beer.

Beer   Beer, give me a beer that’ll disappear my fears. Not just any beer. Give me one brewed with 9% alcohol or more.     Make it dark and bitter if you will. Frost my glass and fill it with dark, dark brew that’ll go down my chute to satisfy that urge for a…



Imagination

“Take this pill,” the medicine man said when the moon was overhead, “Strike me dead if it doesn’t make you young and full of pep again.”   I believed his words because; diplomas hanging on his walls put me in awe of how accomplished he was, so I took the pills to be young again….



Have a Good One! Easter

Just a little I thought, and then a little more and now I know it has me in its grip promising me what I need there’s no letting go. blinded by claims of fame and in pain I believe what I have done is okay to even try to fill my needs my desire takes…



Her shadow

Because my hands can’t feel the image I see, I know it’s only a shadow of her that has killed the spark and carried the dark and dreary nights into my life. I’m alone again and don’t like darkness that envelops me when no one else is here. I see moon and stars shining above…



Testosterone Restored

In my empty and quiet house, hot sun crosses my face. No reason to open my eyes or rise has entered my mind because though another day has arrived, I’m wondering why I’m alive. I still survive and feeling good has moved beyond my reach. I retain the desire to love, to live, and know…



Choices

Live the life you believe in and begin to sin, because if you don’t you’ll die full of regrets and without cigarettes despite the health threats.   Though gaunt you’ll never go for a jaunt when muses haunt and you try to resist not to make the choice you know is right. Rejoice, or pay…



Cement Face

Sunlight crosses my face in my empty house where feeling good has moved beyond my reach and   no reason to rise has entered my mind or to open my eyes because the day has arrived.   I’m wondering why I’m alive When I’ll never regain the desire to love or to live like I…



I write every day and never get paid!

  Addicted   Just a little I thought, and then a little more now I know   it has me in its grip promising me what I need there’s no letting go.   blinded by claims of fame and in pain I believe what I have done   is okay to even try to fill…