Forever Young

The heart that loves is always young. ~Greek Proverb

If the heart that loves
is always young
let time fall from our lips
we'll stay in love forever
and grow young together

                                                

Hole

the history thief
and his crooked passport
heal nothing

Broken

shadows
dance around
a broken soul

time crosses
empty eyes

Stairway

everybody climbs
their own staircase in life

some flights are steep, some will creak
sometimes you climb two at a time
sometimes you sit on one and cry

but not matter what, keep moving up
keep moving towards the sky

Hearts on Fire

as your melody
floats up to the stars
I worry about this fire
you've started in my heart

Aftertaste

as i pass through the gateway
between this cycle and the next
the morally mute majority
leaves a sour taste
as I step into my garden

Street Music

her limbs danced
as her body twisted
to a rogue beat

city lights
haloed an angel

piece of peace

a gloomy haze
lays on my shoulders
another deep breathe
to loosen my chest
I close my eyes
in search of peace
but only find
another piece
to worry on

bored poetry

a blank page ready to be filled
by meaningful marks of an eager pencil
swirling here and there
all over and everywhere
when the lines are full
put down your graphite tool
a finished work
is a writer's perk

****************

across a sea of shame
in a land of dismal dames
stranded because my boat
refused to stay afloat
I sad on the beach and tried to think
but the kick in my brain evaded the link
soon, I realized, to my dismay
that here on this island I would stay
unless my useless brain became creative
the locals would surely make me a native
becoming a lame and dismal dame
lost in a sea of shame

shadowy edges

missing a minds creation
an image of perfection
with shadowy edges

Three to Get Deadly

As I packed for a family trip to the beach this month, I threw in a copy of Three to Get Deadly by Janet Evanovich at the last minute.  Turns out: wise choice!

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If you want a deep, thought-provoking read, this series is not for you.  If, however, you want a fun, laughable, entertaining story grab one the Stephanie Plum novels!  In the first book of the series, One for the Money, Stephanie loses her job and in her desperation for money, she decided to track down a Failure to Appear for her cousin Vinnie, the bail bondsman.  Most of the reoccurring characters that we grow to love in the series are introduced in this first book as Stephanie tracks down her old flame, Joe Morelli, an cop suspected of killing an unarmed man.  

In this third installment, Three to Get Deadly, Stephanie is at it again with the help of Ranger, a pro bounty hunter, and Lulu, an ex-hooker that now works for Vinnie.  This time she's been asked to track down Uncle Mo, a local candy store owner that is much loved by the neighborhood, who skipped his court appearance for concealing a weapon without a license.   Stephanie might be in to deep when the neighborhood turns against her, Lulu runs at ever sign of trouble, hints that Uncle Mo is offing local drug dealers and her maybe-love-interest Morelli seems to be hiding information. 

Rating:  8/10

addicted

an implication
of temptation
leaves him wise
to all the lies
empty & broken
like a bloke
with an empty wallet
& a heroin palette

Love Me Not

I refuse, knowing
the reason you
linger at the entrance,
your vote has been cast
already for the latter

little things

to save a phrase
that matches
a memory
is necessary
nonsense

dark life

top secret.
under cover.
blackmarket.
blackmail.
frequent scandal and
a dozen regrets

Barrel

flaunting your
faux culture
you play it like a
cool customer
but when you see
him reaching
you freeze to focus
on the business end
of the gun pointed
right at you

Fighting Chance

I missed the pattern, the full cup
I took a chance and ended up
putting up a fight till the end.

Leaving

the delivery of truth
can be a low blow
it can also
set you free
opening eyes to
things unseen
a cure for a case
of the big d
or nudge to finally
take your heart
and leave

Liar

pushing the word away
my own fatal fallacy
now left lying in light
as your omission
lends to your reputation

Over

chaotic concentration
set in motion
with the third word

my hand shakes
the hold breaks
I regret what I've
rendered

When I Grow Up

maybe i could be green,
an alien from outer space.

maybe i could radio to the sky,
controlling incoming traffic.

maybe i could work as a nurse,
helping patients with haste.

maybe i could be a publisher,
giving a constructive editing kick.

maybe i can make an exercise video,
dancing and singing away sorrows.

or maybe i'll be me for now
and figure the rest out tomorrow.

The Man & the Lobotomy

it was a trap.

an installation
of false thoughts.

now an empty shell,
a hollow gentleman,
I think nothing.
I feel nothing.
I worship nothing.
I
am
nothing.

Our Life as "Us"

first found in front of
a Monet at the Museum
then the bottom of boxes
labeled with a littered alphabet
after a silver circle in the perfect package
now a crowded chapel
with just us two

BS

a boy with a box
in the shape of sarcasm
long lagged off by now

******************

sarcasm shapes a smile
as your lips drip lies

a box with slag boy charm
and dangerous eyes

So Much for Planning

configure the mechanics first
but your still left
with the least
of what you thought
you wanted

Kick Off

 (words Stacy provided:  elf, refrigerator, snow, bow, football)

Bow, the little elf
rummaged through a self
in a tiny refrigerator

he needed a treat
for his friends to eat
during the football game later

Echos

A journalist reporting
and people searching.
A baby had
left behind
only echos
in a blue sky.