all the moments

all the moments
we have shared
rushing into the mind
all at once
so hard to imagine
not taking the chance
where would we be
seeing the moon tonight
through the tallest
tree in the yard


all the moments and sunshine
out on the deck
together we can do
anything with all
the moments
everything with us
is so beautiful


all the moments
add up to one
night after night
discovering
happiness all over


all the moments
when no one knew
but us and a chosen few
cat-tail question mark
“who are you?”


all the moments
across from those
eyes-I am the luckiest
one all the moments
are ours to share
together as long as we
both still breathe we will
walk around
the block together


all the moments
adds up to one
love said it before
never meant it like this
time around
I am not judging
myself for mistakes
none here where


all the moments
love the attention
given to such
detail is amazing
the closer the better
all the moments I have
left I want to share them
with you

wishing on one

transplanted two

wishing on one

the brightest above

standing below as if eye

know something

the others don’t

drinking coffee

as the night

wears on deeper

the darkness rolls

over in place

and that might

not even make sense

to many and too many

as eye dagga down

until irie as the village clown

spinning around to see

who comes back into view

black sky will eventually

turn back to blue…

nothing concluded 178

under that same

cloud day after day
become one
with the cloud
eye made
 
nothing concluded
another night
another complaint
about the way
things are
 
and should be
over again
head over heels
and two times too
just for you
 
understand that cloud
again working
hard to maintain
balance
falling over
 
the second time
making it stick
back to where
it all began
nothing concluded…

the way it is

spinning having

to realize it’s never going

to be an easy walk

especially now

the world being

the way it is

sixty books

filled with random thoughts

no matter

what you call ‘em

still thought

somehow harnessed

long enough

to be captured

as if by camera

the way it is

up in smoke

dad would say

think about him every night

remember being his boy

only yesterday

mental pictures

bring you back to

the way it is

no hardly

a car drives by

no noise

‘cept those natural

ones so much has

changed from then to today

the way it is…