The Poet Who Wanders

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I haven’t been around here in a bit over two years or so. Much has changed. Some good. Some not as good. A little of it fairly bad. But, here I am. Still going. Still breathing. Still writing. Still being.

I hope life is shining something positive upon all of your faces. And if it a cloudy day, find the joy in the shade.

I will be resuming writing on here once again. Some poetry. A few short stories. And a good mix of rambling nonsense. Maybe you’ll enjoy it. Or, the more likely of scenarios, maybe you’ll consider me an idiot.

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Nevermind. I figured it out 😅

Just saw this. Did you find me on IG?

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Off the rails,

it is all floating

off the goddamn

rails.

Plans, dreams

ambitions,

hopes and desires

have all give

way

to reluctant

acceptance of

defeat.

Am I alive?

Is this the life

I fought to

live?

Is this the

culmination

of all of my passion

and fire?

No.

I cannot accept

such horrendous

defeat.

There is more

than what is seen

between the phases

of the sun.

I must fight.

I must thrive.

I must seek

the wild

within.

And then I

will know

life.

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Words find me. I hope my courage does the same, one day.

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Something I wrote in the pre-light of dawn. I hope your days are full of love and wonder.

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Sauvignon Carbon

underneath the sky   we breathe and toil,   we labor and journey,     we love and lose.

between rising     and dying  stars,   we become   personas of     wonder and wander.

  to whatever     end we find ourselves,   may we do so with   grace and passion.

treasure   the oxygen before you     become  carbon   for the universe to drink     like wine.

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I’m here. I’m alive. I’m not truly living. But I am, by definition, alive. I’m drifting through the void.

I hope you are all enjoying your dreams. I hope you’re savoring every moment.

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Words on a night that is shrouded in too much thought. I hope you all find solace in the dark.

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Something new, after a drought. My next poetry book will be arriving in May. I hope life finds you all well.

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These Damn Winds

There are too many changes in the wind these days,

too many patterns being woven into destinies most do not have the courage to witness.

I am becoming swept away in the jet stream of a fantasy that was never my own.

Will I break through the sky and into the stars that haunt my dreams?

I have to hold onto hope that I will shatter the expectation life has buried

me under.

As will you.

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Fuck the Itinerary

We made plans

with no regard

for the universe’s

grandiose

schemes.

We laughed at fate,

we mocked destiny,

and soared through

the haze of self doubt

and regret.

We were lions.

Animals among

the sophistication

of modern

society.

We never cared

about who

judged us,

about who

ridiculed us.

It all turned

out to be

for naught.

Such a joke,

the arrogance

of our souls.

We never reached

those paths we

swore we would

live upon.

We never found

the lives we

promised our

teenage spirits.

We find ourselves

in ruts.

In broken patterns.

In wagons built

on cracked wheels.

We are going nowhere

in too goddamn

much of a hurry.

Wake me up

when we find

our confident youth

again.

Or, at the least,

nudge me when

this fucking

dream

ends.

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Light, sunlight,

filtering through the

dust-covered blinds,

cascading over

my restless eyes.

The morning has

arrived.

Without much fanfare,

and lacking grace,

the morning

has arrived.

Checking my phone

for late night

messages,

I slowly embrace

the start of a new day.

I throw the blankets

off of my body,

I swing my legs over

the side of the bed,

I press my feet to

to cold, wooden floor,

and I rise.

I dare to take

a step forward.

Into the hall.

Into the new day.

I dare to challenge

the dark in my

thoughts

with the light

of dawn.

I find my way

to my small

kitchen.

A half-empty

package of cigarettes

says good morning

to me.

I accept one.

I light, inhale,

and breathe out

the dreams from

last night.

I make my way

to the front door,

cigarette in tow.

Flinging it open,

sunlight bombards me

as though I’m

in a new world.

My eyes adjust.

I take in the view

of suburban

America.

Breathe in.

Exhale.

I sit on my porch,

finishing the cigarette,

and I laugh.

Small laughter.

Nothing with

gusto.

But I laugh.

This is the world

and this is the life

I have managed

to bury myself in.

Not at all

what my dreams

promised me.

Not at all

what my heart

desired.

Here I am,

a man of 32 years,

living a life

beyond my control.

I’ve let it all go.

For solace.

For safety.

For comfort.

I’ve lost myself

to the regret

of what could have

been.

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She Sees My Dreams

When dreams become

full of life

and lust,

we find ourselves

standing on

cliffs.

We overlook

the past,

and pray we can

survive the jump

to our future.

Goddamn,

what a future

we once had.

Only a dream,

these nights.

It’s become

only a dream.

Sleep well.

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Through the Breach

With grit and

determination

I push forward

into a future

I was never

promised.

But, it is

a future

I always dreamed

to obtain.

Join me,

my wondrous

friends and

lovers.

Let's conquer

these new

days.

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When We Break

Is it wrong

to dream about,

and lust for,

glory?

To scream for

purpose

in this Greek

tragedy of our

lives?

The ruts we

tread through

are well-worn.

The patterns of

daily motions

are burned into

our frail bodies.

We seek praise

from those

who will never

know

our

names.

We bathe in

mediocrity

so often

that we worship

pop culture

icons

as if they

were

Christ.

Fuck.

What is happening

to us?

To me?

These cycles

need to

be shattered.

And if not,

if we decide

to allow Geppetto

to continue

pulling our strings,

then I hope

we are allowed

to still

drink.

I'd rather

not know

I've lost

my senses.

I'd rather be

numb.

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These Blank Faces

Too many

goddamn heroes

at this small town

bar

tonight.

Braggadocious men

telling tales

of complete

and utter

bullshit.

They grin with

toothless smiles

and down

drinks

of pure liquid

bravery.

They demand

the women

give them loyalty

without

an ounce earned.

They moan

about the world

and it's problems.

Such fallacy.

Such nonsense.

Such bullshit

with an even

more repugnant

purpose.

To bed a simple

minded

woman.

Thankfully,

the women at this

particular bar

are strong.

They are united.

They are

goddamn

warriors.

I chuckle

at the failing attempts

of the lonely

groin club.

These bastards

are shells of men.

I order another beer

and I write more words.

For as much as I loathe

these simpleton fucks,

they are incredibly

useful

as fuel for

these fiery words.

I'm too damn

self righteous

for my own

good.

Such is

this

life.

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Words in Winter

Flowing through

the frigid evening,

I find myself wrapped

in words and memories.

Begging the past

to stay dead

but to never

abandon me.

Irony,

it seems,

is a hell of a friend

to share a drink with.

Comforting my

depression

in the photographs

and letters

from lovers long

gone,

I find a hollow

sense

of hope.

Another drink,

another painkiller,

and away my

mind flies

across this

typewriter.

Painting a picture

with the past

often leads to

long nights.

But, shit,

it's always worth

the journey

if only to see

her eyes

one more time.