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#Hashtag (Symbols)

#hashtag my life,

shorten it to simple sentences,

and character limits

and finite blocks

of shorthanded text.

Strip my linguistics

from my creatively complex


equate my inability to comprehend


to the mass desire

to relate.

To someone, to anyone,

[to] find their flawed differences

mirrored in another being’s

abbreviated expression(s) of self.

I am a person,

yet, in words

my relative existence

is only symbols.



24 March 2019
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Things of Limbo (Catch 22 in Chains)

I want things I can’t have;

Things that are more than physical,

more than emotional,

more than possible.

I want things I know I deserve

things so easily attainable

I’ve convinced myself they’re only

future dreams.

Dreams that I’ll try to step up to

but instead place aside

[with] other things I’ll get to

dull with memory, and dusty with time.

Seems I caught my Catch 22

and wrapped it up in chains.

But it got in my things and now they’re unfree too;

Peace and harmony, happiness and balance –

tied up – limbo of circumstance…


And now I want the things IΒ can have

– Β but don’t.


23 March 2019

Whimsical Logic

Took a few days off,

Now I’m back with another one off

the top of this dome,

where whimsy and logic freely foam.

Pen keys open

[the] doors to my haven.

Writing a sweet freedom;

stories of belong,

Wistful strains of home

My soul’s siren song.

Posted in Daily Poetry, New Work, Poetry

Love In Flux

You don’t understand my love.
You don’t understand the depths of its deep,
the flows of its flux.
Like rivers, like oceans,
terrifying bottomlessness –
Weightless heaviness
like stepping unexpectedly from the shallows.
You don’t understand my heart,
How its every beat creates rhythms
that know dance,
Yet there’s no dancing
When we touch,
Only chemistry
and electric calm.
You can’t fathom these expressions of
that arise in your proximity.
And sometimes I can’t either;
though so often I try.
Attempts muddy the waters between us,
Still we can’t get enough.
And I don’t think you realize that I’m yours…
Because you don’t understand my love.

Posted in Daily Poetry, New Work, Poetry

Wayward Fallen

Make way for
my wayward brother,
not soon behind
there comes another.
My brothers blinded
to fate and wonder…
Journeys shorn short
by converging thunder
of badge and bullet,
that angrily trill eternity’s song…
Clutching one another;
they dance erratically
to glory’s gong –
Threads of bloodborne melody
woven into harmony of wrong.
Once a luminous life
now fading into death’s tome –
And my wayward brothers
never again find their paths home.

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Afraid to go inside,
afraid of what I’ll find,
Ego still survives
Its death elusive and unkind.
Ego drives fear;
Loneliest passengers alive.
Inner truth divine
it’s solace soul seeks to find…
Fear of better
fear of worse,
But only at times.
Insecurity abound
spilling to the ground
Bespoken anomaly
Things of thought fleeting…
Whole and broken still,
the struggle gets too real.
Only for a second
does reality approach identity;
Blurred between the lines
There are times I lose myself,
but only sometimes.