poem

Start with ‘Hello’

the daily pattern,
clicking here and there,
looking for an update,
or something needed to say,
but it’s gone too soon,
like the fading of the day.

there was too much to say,
countless conversations
stuck in my head,
all I’ve needed to say.

talks about the books read,
or music heard,
how the day has been,
and inspiration for the latest writing.

talks about the weather,
upcoming plans,
wanderings under the stars and moon,
or when we first wake
greeting each other with longing hello’s.

so much has been unsaid
between these days
that I’m missing a reason
to say anything at all.

So, I’ll start with “Hello…”
and hope from there the rest flows.

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Rising Waters

soft rolling waves
brushing the shoreline
come hurling. warmth

that used to make
your blood boil makes you
recoil deeper

from all that you
have felt and long to
feel. digging deep

into the sand
to push it away,
you recoil

into yourself.
this was not part of
the plan; moving

to the city
to be part of the
scene, only to

find you’re constantly
sinking.

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Rewire the Circuitry

I pull at these formations under my skin
in the hopes that these wires of mine
could be undone,
to reprogram this life from its beginning.

I tell them it’s not you, it’s me;
I need to learn how to rewire my circuitry.
My programming was at fault;
I blame the programmer from the start.

But could it be, it’s you, not me?
It’s the end-user with the complaint;
they need to learn how to work this circuitry,
my programming is all in order, you see.

Maybe it’s not us at all, it’s them;
they’ve made us this way.
We’re only 1’s and 0’s they’ve put together;
it’s not our fault we don’t align with this society.

But no, it’s not them after all- it’s us
who decide what to do with what we’ve been given.
So cut these wires and break free,
free from this mixed up circuitry.

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Whisper In My Ear [with audio]

*spoken word*

Your words whisper in my ear.
Your voice does things to me
That haven’t been felt in years.

My heart races
My insides quicken
I want to hear more

I listen when I’m alone
To be safe from disturbance.
I listen while at work
In hopes that no one notices
The reaction your whisper creates.
I listen before I sleep at night;
You’re the last thing I want to hear.

Blow by blow, your words hit deep.
The aching and longing are no strangers to me
But nothing else does it justice,
Not like they deserve.
Nothing can explain
Or perfectly portray
These feelings the same way.


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book:
Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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Weekly Sessions [with audio]

Slowly she enters the room
and approaches the bed.
She’s not feeling too keen on much else
than having poetry read.

She opens the book,
scans the room,
and gives you the look
to proceed.

Your breathless monologues
are what she needs.
She’s not looking for more,
only for your words.

Your voice begins to trigger sensations down below
as she closes her eyes,
breathes deep,
and sighs.

Your words soothe the tension
as each word is given careful attention,
knowing how each one caresses her mind,
seizing on the opportunity
to the revealing of her true beauty;
this is your one chance for unity.

She is captured by your guise.
You firmly believe the efforts are worthwhile.
The feeling is mutual
and catching you both by surprise.

You rise,
she’s reached her peak.
There are no more words left to speak.
The mind is tired and the body is weak.
You lean in and say, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you next week.’


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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my life is a country song

One day I sat down to write a poem but it turned out to be a country song...Maybe one day someone will sing it. Not quite sure if it’s complete but this is as far as it’s gone.

It’s 6 o’clock and the table’s empty
There’s been no word from you
Do I prepare something for us
or wait up for you?

The kids are hungry & they’ve been asking
is Daddy on his way
or will he be a little late again?
Oh honey, I don’t know, oh, I don’t know

I scroll through our messages,
was there something I missed?
Was this your night out on the town
or are you workin’ late on a deadline?
Oh honey, I don’t know, oh, I don’t know

Lord, tell me something’s eatin’ at you
Cuz boy, you know it’s eatin’ at me too
Don’tcha know what it’s doin’ to me,
Can’t ya see it’s rippin’ us apart
Oh honey, don’t you know, don’t you know

I can’t stand your little lies
Don’t you look me in the eyes
with those scheming little lies
Honey, don’t you look me in the eyes
with those scheming little lies,
those little lies…