Rhythm and Blues…


I’ve lost my rhyme.

The poetry doesn’t flow from my thoughts anymore.

I don’t know why.

I’ve lost my whistle.

There’s only silence from my lips these days.

I don’t know why.

I’ve lost my hum.

No songs are playing in the background my mind…

I don’t know why.





Mood swinging…



An emotional pendulum.

Swings high, and low.

A back and forth rhythm,

has a turbulent flow.

You hear musical laughter,

til a breeze rocks the boat…

And in the blink of an eye,

she’ll rip out your throat.


Monday (hindsight)



Nothing to show.

A house half vaccummed,

half the grass had a mow.

Resented by my teenager,

contempt is coming from my man.

I need to shake my focus,

and have faith in who I am.






Faking it…

Today starts with a sigh

as I sit in bed and puff.

I’m trying to get high

but I can’t get high enough.

Hurt keeps falling from my eye

my day ahead is looking rough.

I just want to get high

to put a smile on, and bluff.




Actions speak louder than words…

You keep saying that you love me,

but I don’t want to hear those words from you…  


I want to feel them. 


My silent P artner .

Once in a blue moon you surprise me with a text.