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Case Closed

I heard someone once say…

you can’t put your arms around a memory.

I’ll never let that get the better of me,

for in a dream you walk the streets,

spray can in your hand

asking the world if it were “FREE?”

 

Desolate streets, hours past midnight

feeling invincible with no one in sight,

Tagging “SK” on concrete walls of buildings

Just laughing throughout the night

 

Carefully, methodically constructing rhymes

written to the melody, sounds and beat,

made by the tones of your Nike, Air Force Ones

as they rhythmically pound on the street.

 

A wildly ridiculous contagious laugh

in which everyone around you knows,

a dark hole exists in everyones soul now

love we all have for you, positively shows.

 

Missing that creativity consuming my life

all the more and more each day,

every time I come up with a new beat to share

well… there’s not much more I can say.

 

I will forever carry the memories with me

remembering the loyalty and love you’ve shown,

with your infamous Woozy Goose tattoo on my leg

I will never walk these desolate streets alone…

 

Miss you Casey, Aka: Case Closed, Woozy Goose

 

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Posted by on January 16, 2018 in Family, poetry, writing

 

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All a Dream…..

you said you feel like when you wake up this will all be a dream

when I look into your eyes well I can see what you mean…

how could this feel so good, in such a short little time

well, give me a little more, and girl I’ll make you mine…..

You bring that, summer feelin’ though it’s months away

just seein’ that smile brings a brighter day….

from a simple “good mornin'”

to a, “how do you do?”.

well even better yet…

I’ll drop an “I miss you.”

(.. and it’s all right…..   it feels just right…..)

I can’t tell if it’s something in the way you move

or the way you look back, as you walk across the room

act like you don’t know what you’re doin’

though you do it so well

if God could only see what I was thinkin’

well he would damn me to hell

You bring that, summer feelin’ though it’s months away

just seein’ that smile brings a brighter day….

from a simple “good mornin'”

to a, “how do you do?”.

well even better yet…

I’ll drop an “I miss you.”

(.. and it’s all right…..   it feels just right…..)

you said you feel like when you wake up this will all be a dream

well it’s not your Broadway play, it’s not the end of my scene

but if you happen to roll over and you find it’s not me..

well than shhh, and try to go back to sleep, we’ll meet in your dreams

You bring that,.. summer feelin’ though it’s months away

just seein’ that smile brings a brighter day….

from a simple “good mornin'”

to a, “how do you do?”.

well even better yet…

I’ll drop an “I love you.”

(.. and it’s all right…..   it feels just right…..

cause’ it’s allll  right…. it feels juuust right….. )

 

 

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Posted by on December 14, 2017 in love, poetry

 

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Set in Stone

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Painting by Me

“Be buried with me” he asks.  As he explores for something more meaningful than a cliche’ and fail-safe question of will you marry me?  The judgement materialized from a request of a partner in a previous life, a kinship that did not quite end so affably.  “To share a headstone with both our names etched in calligraphy as given to us at birth” he continues as she smiles and cheerfully agrees.

“What better way to show a wonderful life lived together?” he adds.  She then chaperones his notions by adding “The true solidarity of a couples commitment” she says in a mocking but playful, overly theatrical dramatization, as she skips about the dining room resembling a waltz.  “Unlike the pieces of paper of a marriage license that can be torn or set a blaze” he says.  “Or the gold of matching rings that can be melted, bent or tarnished, or taken off for that matter?!” she replies making a frivolous face, jokingly insinuating the idea of infidelity.  He chuckles while stating “A truly profound intimacy that is literally Set in Stone!”  he finishes, as he joins her in her waltzy-like romping and skipping around the room to the absent sound of music.

 

 

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Posted by on December 11, 2017 in love, writing

 

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The Age Ole’ Cat and Mouse Game

We start our excursion

Prowling around

Cautiously tip-toeing

through the labyrinth

Trying to compile info

Establishing a game plan

Not missing a trick

Contemplating fortune

Systematically timing

When to pounce

When to strike

To set in to motion

The carefully methodical

Delicately surgical plan

As the anxiety sets in

Mistrustful of intuitiveness

We sheepishly retreat

Only to spend another

unaccompanied night alone..

 

 

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Posted by on December 11, 2017 in love, poetry, writing

 

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Raise up your glass

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If you may listen to my words, as we raise up our glass,

cause’ this time that we share, will surely pass.

Be cognizant of the times, whether they’re good or bad,

but don’t dwell on times, that you wish you had.

Don’t hang on to past love, for it wasn’t as it seemed,

just as foolishly useless, as falling asleep in a dream.

You won’t experience joy, when you’re stuck in your head,

like a beautiful dancer, who never left her bed.

Get out and live, never hold back on, and never flee,

from the life that you dream of, let go and just be…

 

 

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Posted by on December 8, 2017 in Inspiration, love, poetry

 

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A Cup-O’-Let ?

Careless indirect neglect, alters her spirit small.

Pointless hollow conduct, why engage at all?

 

 

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Posted by on December 7, 2017 in love, poetry

 

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Have I told you lately…?

When She roams into the room I gaze up.

Even if My eyes never come unglued from my book, in my mind I acknowledge Her presence.

When She is revealing Her day to me I listen.

Even if I never turn down the volume to the ball game on the radio, I feel the dramatization resonate through the airwaves.

I will be the first to confess that I am not the most prudent , heedful of a person.

I have no justification for this.

I am every bit of a selfish, self-indulgent jerk, that I have ever known.

….You always seem to assure me, through your sheltering and refuge all through my day, that I am of no such thing.

On my knees I can only assemble the courage to pray and say…

                        “have I told you lately that I love you?”

 

 

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Posted by on November 26, 2017 in love

 

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