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you are the only exception


Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream
     —Hayley Williams

what is love
but a mesmerizing image
shining from the waters
reaching out
in sound & taste
pulling you deep underneath
where it’s quiet & safe

what is love
but a shadow of a doubt
veiled in the scenery
patiently waiting
a surprise embrace
sweeping you off your feet
& into the unknown

what is love
but a deep-rooted memory
residing in your heart
overly protective
when you are down
rising above the surface
at a moment’s notice





february two thousand twenty-three
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ideas


where do you get your ideas
she once asked me

I didn’t know what to say
so I said nothing

once again she asked
where do you get your ideas

finally I answered
from you my dear
and everything that encircles you





november two thousand twenty-two
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out of control


love can blindside you
forcing you to lose control
sometimes hitting hard
like a car accident
often flickering like a light
gaining strength
minute by minute
slowly burning into a torch
at last settling into a
constant glow

yesterday the fire
suddenly ceased to be
the rampant love fully evolved
into something
incomprehensible
sinking below & hovering above
neither physically present
nor otherworldly
perhaps temporarily
someplace in between





may two thousand twenty-two
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loved to death


isn’t it always a matter of time
before the next big thing
whether cutting edge or horrific
the wait is far from long

isn’t it wild how a glorious idea
can be conjured in solitude
and distributed worldwide
by way of an invisible wire

isn’t it a crazy kind of love
that hits you smack in the face
when looking the other way
leaving you breathless





april two thousand twenty-two
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first and last second chance


always on the run misfortune separates a thousand lifetimes

we’ve met before
how many centuries past
however brief
suddenly standing before me
destined to my wife

there is much in store
as we settle upon a land
foreign to us
blues skies & fertile soil
designed by nature’s law

from this day forth
we shall never part again
not by life or death
neither by nature’s wrath
nor man’s unjust wars





march two thousand twenty-two
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bittersweet


addicted to the unknown
& because we don’t know any better
we shame ourselves
by exposing our bodies & souls
up & down the avenue

on the shoreline
we casually collect seashells
& look at ourselves in the mirror
unlocking the mysteries
to the goddess of love

by eventide we turn away
throwing away the unconquerable
but keeping what matters most
the off-white angel wings
& footprints in the sand





march two thousand twenty-two
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an echo in my ear


hey do you remember
do you remember

yes I remember of course I do

but have you forgotten
forgotten those beautiful days

no I’ve not forgotten those days
I’ll never forgot them

but what do you miss the most
what do you miss the most

oh please it’s you I miss the most

but I’m still here [I’m still here]

yes I know
you remind me everyday
and for that I am grateful

then why so sad
why the invisible tears

because as you’re fully aware
when I lost my love
I lost my independence




may two thousand twenty
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eyes of disarray


love me once I said
and I will love you forever
and though quite frequently
we breathed the same air
eventually we went
our separate ways

millions of miles later
I somehow convinced myself
I didn’t deserve to be loved
and so I set a course
in the opposite direction

at first you wrote often
but never did you tell me
what I so desperately wanted to read
and when I wrote back
my sentences were filled
with lies disguised as inner rhymes

eventually all communication
would cease to be
and years later
I would find myself
reminiscing of those days
that may have never existed
leaving me imagining
what true love must be




july two thousand nineteen
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Rocket science love poem


You ask me so I tell you
usually not the right answer
but I’m okay with that
even though you’re not

What does it take to clear your mind
have you suddenly taken off lately
gone to places you’ve dared to dream
far away from mathematicians

[or have you been sitting idling by
expecting the stars to come to you]

We’re strangers no longer you and I
reunited if you will
casting spells and waging forces
       against an undefined enemy

It seems so complicated
like an elliptical galaxy
but like anything else
there’s always an easy answer
like buying a ticket to Saturn





may two thousand nineteen
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present day preoccupations


I keep forgetting the calendar has turned
yet another page
and it’s six days into May
and I wonder where it is I’ve been

day after day after day
you tell me you love me
yet I’m far removed from such realities
preoccupied with unfinished stories
questioning what’s keeping
the hummingbirds from returning

there are places in the heart
I’ve dared yet sought to discover
afraid perhaps what I may find
and so instead I keep my mind
busily repairing someone else’s boat
that once sailed for two





may two thousand nineteen
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one warm winter’s night


you come to me as a spirit
poking and prodding and
whispering sweet discretions in my ear
but I am fast asleep like a bear hibernating
periodically shivering
but mainly motionless and soundless
secretly enjoying a series of
interconnected dreams
leading me from one kiss to the next




july two thousand eighteen
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harden not your heart


weep not my love
for there is hope in isolation
and beauty in sorrow

though showers may fall
a window remains open
welcoming a warm breeze
clearing your uncertainty
and soothing your fears

past the horizon
and high above the clouds
your light is burning
dying to be seen




april two thousand eighteen
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on february fourteen


love is in the air
disguised as
manufactured clouds
billowing out of
corn sweetener smokestacks
rising above half-frozen river

quietly perched atop
flood water retaining wall
cupid draws back his bow
eyes purposely piercing
lonely hearts drifting
like pies in the sky





february two thousand eighteen
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troubles here to stay


shadows are my friends and they
visit me often when least expected
whether I’m elated or tearful
or simply content with melancholy

rarely they bring me flowers but
when they do they are black and white
roses or begonias or pink petunias
since they know what I like

sometimes they tell me it’s okay to
change my name if need be
but I pretend not to listen and smile
turning ordinary thoughts into bouquets

it’s like a game this thing called love
suddenly evolving into something
that never existed yesterday
like a sunflower seed with promise



august two thousand seventeen
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another summer lost


open the windows and let cold air in
infiltrating your comfort zone and chilling
your most heated and desperate thoughts

I know not what raises your condition
bringing your ideas to simmering boil
followed by mind-numbing afterburn

I’ve spotted your face in the passing clouds
sliver of a silver moon peek-a-booing
songbirds praising your inner beauty

although impossible to keep you close
I’ve kept your photographs frozen in my mind
turning them into moving pictures

this cold air is bound to heat up again
meanwhile I huddle inside heavy blankets
waiting for winter solstice to show



july two thousand seventeen
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be still thy heart


be still thy heart and think of me
whenever summer breeze
brushes up against your face

long and weary are road and sky
going solo in search of love
virtual destinations unknown

time sits motionless inside looking glass
like magical portal to new worlds
casting lasting impressions





july two thousand seventeen
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