

The Pleasure of SimplicityTheres something to be saidThe Pleasure of Simplicity
for every little piece of dangerously lovable, twisting magnificent smoke
that slowly pulls itself out of my mouth
in the fashion of a loving couple
who grips to themselves waiting to never release
against the tide of unrelenting movement
from a world wide awake at 3 am
I draw in,
embraced by a fog
that repairs prepares &nb


Survival.Doesn't anyone miss those days We killed everyone Along side the carnage we rodeSurvival.
Dust Blowing in our faces Those grains of sand and dirt
Each one was just like the Thousands of worlds we touched So


Green Marble JournalsAs I sit viewing the people The same ones each tellingGreen Marble Journals
A Different story from pages in The same book
An Old man stole my table
His dirty checkered sweater And cracker-jack slacks Resting on dusty scuffed shoes
That have---
Walked more miles than years written in his story
Stress is worn like a Starched white hat on a 14th Day sailor
Leathered across his scalp – Tanned by the pressures of
Middle class cliché
My observation interrupted By a noisy Frenchman on his m


Back To BasicsJust writing what I am thinkingBack To Basics
In the diner on the street of bricks
Where the still life climbs down
Your spine
On brittle crystal fingers
With red glossy
Perfect porcelain
Fingernails that
Paint memories
With graceful effort
Along the roads I used to walk
And the
Bridges I crossed
Under which
Things exist
That do not question
Depression forged by Aggression created While you w
BTW I loved your poem. With work like that I'm sure you'll do very well here
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