meditations from a bar stool…

his last drink finished
he concluded that death was
protons discharging
so turned on electric socks
to go home but lighting struck

 

 

question and answer…

do love poems end
when a lover’s gone away
since love has no end 
there can be no final lines
even when we’re only dust

 

 

no need to sell your soul…

love does not find us
but is willing to be found
if we seek it out
it’s not a hide-and-seek game
but discovering one’s self

 

 

when all seems lost…

when darkness surrounds
each breath is heavy with doubt
fears cobweb one’s thoughts 
dreams fade into the shadows
but love pierces the darkness

 

 

you didn’t hear me but…

whispered i love you
i didn’t want to wake you
but i couldn’t sleep 
without saying those few words
no day’s complete without them

 

 

never an option…

foolishly believed
that freedom was my birthright
fate was in my hands
but those were phantom limbs
holding only illusions

 

 

shadow boxing…

was taught that the truth
would always land winning blows
but lies are shadows
so impossible to strike
ends up just an exercise

 

 

no worries…

there’ll be lots of room
small bodies don’t take much space
nor do their headstones
so exercise your freedom
no vaccine for you just deaths

 

 

anti death syndrome…

man lives as if death
is nothing but a mere myth
not to be believed
that is until death comes near
sharing his struggling last breaths

 

 

timeless…

old man with broad smile
married 50 years and says
look at my wife there
as lovely as day we met
love always sees true beauty