You didn't think this could happen on a sunny summer Sixties afternoon, you and your guys cruisin' the park, lookin' at girls, listenin' to Pretty Woman, ridin' the horses of your GTO, three deuces and a four speed and a 389, lookin' to drag, lightin' a fag, what of the future, the future is now. But no, what's really in the future, don't turn...

An empty vessel at its start Capable of growing wondrous things They just need to collect the right parts To grow something truly sweet With so much manure thrown at them It all will grow a planted seed Adding the wrong kind will portend The growth of truly sour grapes I pray our youth will see the truth And learn how to pick and chose To see...

I have not grown wiser in my waning years more bitter more disappointed more beaten 'what's your advice to me old man?' advice? while the world crumbles around us? let's just hope that there is more than what we know for if the world is left to drift further into the abyss without intervention then who will see these words? or come say a prayer...

A few months ago, Life took a hit. But I went with the flow, For I had forgotten how to be still. Of all the things I was proud of, Lost all of them within 3 leap years. All the sins that I hated, Committed them within a year. From being a pious, honest, lovely wave, Now pictured as a dirty, greedy, foolish tide. But is it the only one way...

Remember when we rode bumper cars, ate cotton candy, felt everything was new? A torrent has passed under the bridge since then, flowing to who knows where, a flood that swept us up and left us as me and you. Since then we have ridden different rapids, fought different currents and come out dry, but I think I’d like to go back just for a day or...

When they were young they seem to be in a hurry They wanted power, money, and to make history There was no time to slow down their progress They sacrificed all their values to gain success. There was no gray, there was only black and white It didn't matter if it was wrong, they'd say it was right. "Contradiction is the hallmark of truth" so...

You are you and that's so true So much like the morning dew Your countenance so fresh and pure A woman so gracious and demure. I am just who I am A robust but a simple man Who seeks for love and passion Not for deceit or dissatisfaction. Together we create a beautiful romance Removing all the world's dissonance We make music with our life...

Summer packed up all her bags And like a bird, took off in flight In cloak so grand her foe has come Sparkling, bathed in moon’s soft light. All nature in her frigid breast She enfolds throughout her reign As with unrelenting hand The meadows, hills, and glens she claims. Some think that she is cruel And her coming always dread For bitter...

What if I could see the heart Of my affection like watery Pearls like grains of sand Dancing on my finger tips Coursing my finger prints As I held my hand out flat Close in front of my eyes Looking at the silver drops From the side refracting The light from the world The rest of which is blurred To know the swirling baubles At best to be a...

Everyday our life seems to be in disarray But we don't seek for wisdom or pray Our priorities are not where they need to be We are more concerned about the "Me!" The world always blames someone else We don't want to accept fault ourselves It's so much easier to say "they did it, not me I would never commit such heinous atrocity" But I know that...

You are standing by the window. A bank of clouds, a sprawling gray and purple bruise on the sky, accepts the sacrifice of the setting sun. Your back is to me, your arms crossed in front of you, an everlasting hug. The window runs from floor to ceiling and makes you look small. It used to be so easy to say I love you, but now the words stick in my...

Turkey, stuffing, and an argument, Pumpkin pie, apple pie, and things that ferment, We’re not perfect, that’s okay As long as we’re all together today Be thankful for the memories Good and bad, In time they all make us glad Telling the stories of times gone by We’ll all laugh until we cry Happy Thanksgiving to all my poetry friends.