the fluff ball
lying next to me
is curled up
in a circular bed
he used his muzzle
and paws to create
from my comforter
he slumbers away
snoring like
an adult man
though he’s only
a 15 pound
chihuahua
his eyes move
back and forth
as they twitch
beneath his
closed eyelids
his paws move
while he sleeps
as if he’s walking
somewhere
i wonder
what my dog
dreams about…
(3/1/26)
To have hope
is to listen to your voice
gently redirect me
back to my calm center.
To be instilled with hope
is to know the depth
of your kindness as you
pull me closer in spirit
anchoring me in your
unwavering compassion.
To be filled with hope
is to know for certain
that you won’t let
our friendship go
especially when I spiral
and feel depleted of hope.
You are my beacon of hope:
shining your iridescent Light
dissolving my painful darkness.
I am ever so grateful
for everything you've done.
I appreciate your
kindness and compassion
more than my words
could ever express.
Thank you for being you.
(3/26/26) 🌻☀️
she still thinks about him.
not obsessively but
during moments
like drinking coffee
while wondering
if he still adds
heavy cream and
brown sugar to his.
like when she hears
a random song
on the radio
during a sunny
afternoon drive
sometimes tearing up
but unable to
wipe the tears away
on her steering wheel.
she smiles when she
thinks of his funny voices
and “stony baloney”
as she drives past
a street that shares
his last name.
in a short time
he made an indelible
impression on her
one she’ll never forget.
it was her unwarranted
words of acrimony
that ended their
beautiful friendship.
in a moment of delusion
her emotional instability
got the better of her.
after she read
his goodbye message
and cried softly
she sent him a
message apologizing
and asking if they could
still be friends.
then she added
that she’d
let him decide.
she’s giving him
time and space
to ponder if
there’s a future
for their friendship…
(3/24/26)
(dedicated to a melancholic musician. RIP)
woefully he caressed
the thread-bare steel strings
on his rickety guitar
lightly fingering them
with an aching lament
he once concealed
deeply within his tattered soul.
tears of crimson
emptied painfully
through his calloused fingertips.
fragmented melodies hung
thickly in the air
like cheap cologne
and stale cigarette smoke
immersing him in wafts
of dissonant melancholy.
crestfallen he cast his
anguished gaze
upon the floor
in front of him
softly crooning
his soul-wrenching ballad
to no one in particular.
his mournful cries
were fatally smothered
by the thunderous applause
of a faceless audience
as his wistful ode ended.
(1994, ©️2007)
Life is often complicated,
Way too much is overrated.
Sometimes feeling so berated,
Need to feel regenerated.
(3/23/26)
The man behind the vivid poetry
And song videos on YouTube
Endured much pain and suffering.
He’s incredibly strong-willed
To continue maintaining balance
While coping with several
Monumental health issues.
I admire his strength and tenacity
To keep pushing on
Despite his many challenges.
If only I could remain
As stoic as he maintains;
I’d be much stronger
And a better person
Than I am now.
He continues to inspire me
With his sharp mind
And well-written works.
His positive attitude
And sense of humor
Are also very admirable.
Despite facing seemingly
Insurmountable issues
He’s often selfless and kind-hearted.
He retains his positivity
Regardless of his past traumas
And current obstacles.
If only more individuals
Were as compassionate
And as strong as he is
The world would
Be a much better place.
(3/2026)
I cannot rein in ups and downs,
It’s messing with my mind.
I don’t know what to think of it,
Most days are not aligned.
I cannot find objective truth,
Not certain I see lies.
It’s all a tattered scattered mess,
A breakdown in disguise.
What does incongruence mean
Outside geometry?
I need to see beyond the words,
Connect the symmetry.
I’ve squandered too much precious time,
And life force energy.
How can I mitigate such waste,
And ambiguity?
(4/27/24)
I’m meant to be alone,
though it’s a relief
and a blessing—
not a curse.
I’d rather control
my own life
than allow anyone
to ever control
me again,
like I’m beneath
and not equal.
There’s nothing
wrong with wanting
my space
all to myself.
It’s safer this way.
I’ll never be hurt
again, nor played
like I’m ignorant
and oblivious
to the truth.
No more tears
no anxiety,
no frustration…
Just unencumbered
days and nights
alone, to do
as I please.
I’m wary
and weary
of getting involved.
It’s easier to
be a island.
My motto presently:
“No expectations,
No disappointments…”
(12/5/23)
It’s interesting to note
the dynamics of
so-called opposition.
Each side acts similarly
towards one another
when they:
shift blame,
project negativity,
character assassinate,
play the victim card,
harass and bully,
obscure truth with lies,
take no accountability,
exhibit lack of integrity,
disobey laws,
troll relentlessly,
act indignantly superior,
engage in narcissistic abuse,
and take advantage
of people and situations.
They are self-absorbed
to the extent that they
deny all wrongdoing.
Ultimately, they
dehumanize each other.
The truth of the matter?
Both sides are hypocritical.
Neither side is right…
(12/30/24)