From now on
I will be better
At what I do
From now on
I will let go
Of what I can’t undo
From now on
I will look ahead
From now on
I will finish the things I’ve said
From now on
I will put my best forward
From now on
It’ll be ever onward
Poems are for the poets
Surely not for me
“Words” are a better fitting
In the way I see
Although it has no pretense
No context
Or clearly guided path
I am just a homeless man
Not a gifted Sylvia Plath
Putting words to a paper
As fast as I can
There is no plan or arrangement
Just the connections made
And dues still to be paid
I have been under a salty
Spell
Longing for the ocean
Wide and calm
To soothe my fear
To take away the dread
Of what happens
Every single
Day
Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
Storm brew
From sea to shining sea
A fallen snowflake
Soon will be
Joined with many others
Across the country
From Texas to North Dakota
New York to New Mexico
Here comes a late
Spring snow
Where does it stop
I am sick of toxic masculinity
But by being publicly stated
I feel I am going to be castrated
To firmly believe that not all men are bad
That is with those same broad
Strokes of generalism
That humanity has done it’s most heinous work
Under such infirmity
To instruct the world to hate
With such fervent stride
So with my beliefs
By my side
Each man is different
As I want the best for my wife
My family
I hope that we can understand
The differences that make each person
Beautiful
Rather than
Hateful
Papers were taped to the window
The death of the old man
Had come with its effects
Throwing the local neighbors
In a whirlwind
But in a city
With thin walls
The calls to move on came
And heeded they were
And the world moved on
The old pizza spot
Was set to have a new dawn
I have reached
The gaping low
Of my own
Creation
Mind fog
Imagination
I know that my own
Hopes can be dashed
In a moments notice
So I float
Untethered
To the life
I am knowing
A great tongue
Or a grate tongue
Is the difference between
Hope and death
Optimism
And pesimissim
Yet the same words
Can yield such
Vastly different results
Hurled insults
Or praises
Can be raised to the sky above
So I must decide today
Which path to take
Which hope to say
To move forward
In a positive way
On the far side
Of life
I have said many goodbyes
A few hellos
Quite a few yes’s
And the occasional no
I have grown
To come and know
What is good in life
What is to be cherished
What wastes time
And what is meritless
So everyday I rise
And smile
For what time we have here
Is just a short
While
