If

A long book of small poems

Carriage House Digital
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
If
one
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
*Notes
Hello!
I have published a few chapbooks before,
but this is the start of a series.
This series, will contain shorties or small poems.
As I write, much of what impacts me are the poems and muses that
have few words but speak volumes. This volume (one) is from work
dated 09/08 and I will the continue the If series of shorties by
date.
I hope you enjoy...remember to follow me at Carriage House
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Peace
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
in a moment
i felt like ....
well like I blew it
and in that simplicity
lay a fact
how easily i forgot
to practice as I preach
when forgiving was a thought
left for others
and i squandered
an opportunity of need
So Sorry is
the least I can offer
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
while i was looking
the moon said maybe
...it was
enough for me
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Most people just stay away
afraid they might nd,
what they never were looking
for.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
I never ever wanted to see
you go
...ever.
but hey, I dont make the rules
now do I
anyway, in case you wonder
its cool, and yep
I'm doing ok
I just think someone did not get it
and that some
one
was me.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
you have become the burn
in the decay of
my evolution
like deep rich whiskey
that I prefer neat
even as I reach into
every single beat
you will not leave in remorse
you will not leave at all
but for me, that sweet
shock
reminds me in silent moments
I am still alive
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
It cut through the air
like cannon re
the picture tells another story
but no one really knows
no one was there except the few
whom all just speak in monotone
and the problem with that is...
nothing
if your willing to muddle through
clear consequence and
the cadence of a spanish inquisition.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
he argued that there
WAS
a right way
that collapse was preventable
but life... would surely proceed anyway.
why was everything a fucking
toss of the dice?
give me primordial math
cause and effect
and that last glazed doughnut
please
just remember. now for later
never hurts now
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
I nd it a very attractive genre
cold and cutting
dipped in honey
with a dusting of sifted sugar
found in faith
its a holy voice
that you never knew
you had
faith is brave
and will not falter,
that is why mis-steps
rarely happen
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
he barked like the wind
was someone, and the cold
...no friend either
how real Winter gets
substantiated by degree
as so presented,
Proves its grip
all the photos are in blue
but when I think of the color of cold
the camera missed nothing
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
yep... he picked me up
by the scruff, sat me down
and un-excusably told me
he appreciated my effort
in looks contained by contortions
I smiled
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
and there is sits
psalm 23
it made its appearance
from a falling bible
and spilled the message
contained unseen by any other
than the hands that carried it for years
Now I look it, and leave my fate
to the hands that saw me
bourne
surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
I felt the oor collapse
and her heart
the ache grows knowing
she has shed too many tears
this great big universe
and this one small life
often meet between tears
of loss,
the sting of nality
and the promise of forever winds
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
maybe its the repeated
blows
to my existential sub -conscious
or
maybe its the burger from yesterday
...it tasted kinda funny
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
its in a corner
with big b's
salty sea dogs and bacon band aids
but its the books
found in nooks
deserving second looks
where rm is found
and loud is sound
to places i am bound
by nature
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
There you were again.
even if only in a dream
the smile of what was
left me waking with an ache
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
you have the softest way
of remembrance
even as the slow motion script
follows, I bless the hanging
after thought
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
nally it reached the
unseen.
it was not about numbers
well in truth, it was about the abuse of numbers
like agnostics left with a shadow of doubt
pancaked like corned beef on rye
one side swiss, one side sauerkraut
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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