Hi Irma,
It's a sad existence and far to many ahve been forced to endure this way of life, some thru no fault of their own others because life became to hard to deal with and the curb was as far away from it as they could without slipping under the…
"because he just couldn’t imagine a world
any better than it was."
Those lines hit me hard. Even on the first time round reading they were obviously superb. Good Work mate.
Danny, your last few poems make me sad for you. Sounds like you might be trying to hard to make love happen. From a man who loves women, I have had my best relationships when it came naturally. I bet its the same for two men. Just be yourself and yo…
Women love to come and ride
my spotted palomino.
Its more than just a horse race
with better odds than Reno.
They like to ride it bare back
no saddle, skin to skin.
With all their might they gallop,
holding on with no chagrin.
He…
Together and in unison
just like an oceans wave,
he watched and saw what others did
causing them to behave.
Over hill, past monuments,
across a great green lawn,
no obstacle would hinder them
they could not be withdrawn.
Decisions mad…
Peter and Penelope
two friends
from the same school.
Pene was
the cute one,
Peter played the fool.
They liked
to go out swimming
or surfing trailing wake.
The ocean
was their playground
in which they’d both partake.
But they…
Body language
can provide
intentions meant for me.
Understanding
folded arms
requires that I see.
Not so easy
can I say
recalling what I’ve heard.
I can be there
and not aware
or hear a single word.
I found that I
must lend…
Hey Danny, yeah I am very straight but I thank you for the offer just the same. Let's put it this way, you may use this to serenade another guy you meet. Hows that ?
My Bridge As most people I came to a point in my life where I had to rely on blind faith in order to continue living. Faith, the assured expectation of things to come though not yet beheld. I have faith in my higher power who I choose to call God, to see me thru my day. Somedays that is all I have, faith.
Speaking without words, not expecting a verbal utterance. Hearing silence that soothes my troubled soul while fully ignorant to where my thoughts disperse. In full disclosure of covert maneuvers, but stumbling in my lonely darkness. Opening my conscience I share all the emptiness. Asking for rejuvenat
Here is a write of mine where I tried to give that side of my alcoholic mind form, personification if you will. It will always be there waiting in the wings hoping I return.
there was pain, and there was sanity,god above, there,in a browncollected light,i was never much for experiencesthe love that feels for most, had never felt for me,the exploding friends at nightand the highlighted neonconversations that prove to be…
Oesophagus brewing up a burning for my chest,
Knotting and kneading like a fist within my breast,
Swallowing bile before it reaches my teeth,
Harrowing smile tries to cover the grief.
Itching, flinching, wishing I knew more
Regard…