
Second best
Third place
A small unseen ribbon
Just a contestant
Carrying a chip on her shoulder
Tons of weight
Mediocre and average
Never enough
Depressed and lonely
Trying too hard
Desolate and desperate
In every decade
Feelings remain

Second best
Third place
A small unseen ribbon
Just a contestant
Carrying a chip on her shoulder
Tons of weight
Mediocre and average
Never enough
Depressed and lonely
Trying too hard
Desolate and desperate
In every decade
Feelings remain
Crinkled stars
Above all the broken hearts
Lost in direction
Hope is found
On the frozen ground
Losing its affection
The pieces are missing
Dandelions are kissing
My world is aching
I want what she has
I want it just as bad
I want something breathtaking
Could you play a melody
and add another verse
Could you play a guitar
to remove all the hurt

I snarled at the green stuff on my plate
I stared at something I refused to taste
She looked at me and said “Eat those Brussel Sprouts!”
“Mom this is something I could live without!”
She stood there sternly and put her hands on her hips
“I better see those Brussel Sprouts meet your lips!”
I glared at those green balls and closed my eyes
I opened up my mouth and told one Brussel Sprout goodbye
I couldn’t believe that it was yummy!
I couldn’t believe that it was happy in my tummy!

Low tolerance
for monumental errors
Imperative
to learn and evolve
Repetitive mistakes
cause blood to boil
and stirring silence
Humans are designed
to create blunders
If order and structure
are installed
Disarray
and inefficiencies
are minimal
Always striving
to improve
in all facades of life

Pouring down overused mentalities
Change fumbling around
Pulling four quarters to insert
in the old fashioned jukebox
Numbers exchanged between
the mentalist and the statue
Between the shot glass
and the pint of a Irish stout
Scattered observations are slurred
Tip toeing through the cigar vapors
and the barking stilettos
Polluted with aggravation’s
and lipstick smudges on the glass
Empty barstools are playing violins
Loneliness waits for no one
Be careful where you drown
your heartache and sorrows
Look up at the glaring neon sign
The Bottomless crutch

Treading in galoshes
Up stream and down hill
Never ending miles
Tangled up in procrastination
Knee deep in the weeds
Under a bellowing sky
Destinations creep
Wearing a hundred pound
Black as night raincoat
Seeking answers
But caught lingering
Searching for light
But longing for security
Only drops of gloom
follow me on the dirt path
to Linger Longer Lane

I find that life is all about perception. I can see a glass half empty or half full. I find that I can worry about what I can control and not worry about what I can’t. I find the light within the dark. I find beauty within the scars. I find stages, scratches, and atmosphere that I can’t see. I find the exits of them when I look back. I find that I use more of my logic than emotion to see clarity. I find that I remove the complexity to unravel the simplicity. I find the passion within my words. I find I have to own up to my mistakes. I find that I have to continue learning. I find that I have to continue to evolve. I find the joy in what I have and don’t complain about what I don’t have. I find that I didn’t forget where I came from. I find that I know where I’m going. Why? I know where I was and where I am today in every aspect of my life. It all starts with perception.

Charming pavement
Dazzling hopscotch
Skipping and jumping
Appreciation overload
Barely touching
the luminous ground
Dressed in affection
Block away from the
Everlasting sugar factory
A smile away from the
beaming playground
Sounds of belly ache
laughter and pride
Wishing the entire town
was abundant of love
and respecting humanity
Hoping and praying
the elated joy will expand
beyond this holy cement
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I never saw
the heart strings you pulled
I never saw
the lies you borrowed
I never saw
the bedroom disguise
I never saw
the contamination
I never saw
your buried intentions
I never saw
the light on the center stage
I never saw
the script you wrote
I never saw
the truth revealed
I never saw
love drip from your lips
I never saw
this moment ever arriving
I never saw
you imagining you could walk away
I never saw
you so terrified and scared
I never saw
you using me

I close my
eyes and pull you close
to my chest
I opened my
eyes for the first time
to see a new purpose
I closed my
closets with
the hidden rain
I opened up
my crashing mind
to see my beloved soul
I closed the
stained glass window
to see the view
I opened up
the gates to feel
the flood from my eyes
I couldn’t stop
the driven rain

I feel worthless
No shine
Others are silver
I’m made up of copper
Very little value
Laying in cars
Sleeping on nightstands
A hundred of me
complete a dollar
Often hear “Keep it”
when change is created
I’m not wanted or valued
I feel worthless
One cent says it all
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Wretched old whore
Dirty rotten mouth
No filter spewing garbage
Based on wishful thinking
Lack of knowledge
Using terms without no foundation
Facts just mildew in her brain
Making assumptions
Connecting blurred dots
Due to her ill sicken mind
I could publish her life on line
But that’s right I have a conscious
To have friends you have to be human
To go to heaven you have to have a soul
Let God judge that not a troll

My written words
tell a story that
I refuse to unveil
You just don’t
notice it yet
You will understand
when I’m gone
You will be
on your own
with everything
that you wanted
all by yourself

I am filled with darkness
and completely empty
I am losing touch
with full packages
I can not relate
Please fill me
with old clothes
to give to the poor
Please fill me
with toys
that children
can play with
Please fill me with
something meaningful
so that I can help
the deprived world
I am empty for a reason
to give others light

You call
yourself a friend
But you are not
One by one
Evidence is clear
Meaningless word
Slowly my contacts
are erased from
my mind that use
that word
Don’t worry
My friends are the
words that are here
before my
awakened eyes
I know where I
get the attention
that I crave
It’s from people
who don’t even know me
that see me in
a different light
I “connect” with those
that write from the soul
and the heart.
I can accept the loneliness.

I altered my perception
and I got spit on
I appreciated someone’s art
and got tossed to the curb
I stand here misunderstood
and the sensitivity got ripped
I’m not surprised
Their perception never changed
Conclusions arrived
Mentally strange and delirious
Verdict is in
Deranged and unsound
Distinctly clear
Erratic and insane
Shining clarity
Unglued and unzipped
Opaque personality
Cockeyed and unbalanced
Dull as a pimple
You are my taint
An empty vase
Violent torn shell
Fanatical and laughable
Incompetent and childish
Demanding attention
Cruel and heartless
She’s the semen
Filling up the prophylactic