I was sweet when you came to stay,
But I clenched my fist when I gave you away.
I saw you break and burn and rust,
But it was clear that you broke my trust.

Why are we both so mean?
Why can’t we just come clean
And mend the past to score the present,
With happiness, then our anger relent.

“I love you, I love you!” we once had said,
When all was fine before fear and dread.
Then when I realized nothing was true,
I closed my eyes and away you flew.

When Summer's sun
rises in my eyes,
when Fall brushes
up my thoughts,
when Winter
washes the tears
I've often disguised,
just then my
heart is ready
in Spring to bloom.

submerged within the listless reverie
a time stamped tear

empty café
espresso dried porcelain
in the gloaming

unfinished pledges
woven garlands
lay limp

sculptures of
gritty plaster
empty easels

unharvested gallery
Renaissance plucked

the reins of fate
only teased

Spendthrift….

I spend to live,
I dare not give
Stands to reason
this, a kind of treason.

Treason I say straight from my heart,
this is a betrayal to all of mankind.
When did our selfish world then start,
when did I opt out, become hard to find

Captain’s of industry or
just plain greedy men.
Hidden inside their words,
they eat enough for ten.

I care not for life’s motley crew,
a charity in which I never participate
Those who find selfish hard to do,
don’t deserve the right to celebrate.