Dwindling light from burning candles,
make the darkness appear only larger,
then the night is,
in this cold, hard life that I live,
...
About a rock,
not a pebble, not a stone,
but about a rock,
is it shale with dead crustations,
...
Would you share a piece of your bread,
to a person who has none,
would you give a bowl of rice,
when your belly is full,
...
Where was that place we were at,
do you know or have you forgotten too,
we do the same things all the time,
nothing new,
...
One day the stone will hit the cross,
and the love you feel will be lost,
unbroken bonds entwined,
will be torn and tattered,
...
Sometimes I worry quite deeply,
is all this back water thinking,
polluting our future,
so much so that there is no tomorrow,
...
The winter chills my bones,
to the very depths of me,
I am all out of answers,
plagued by desperation,
...
When I walk alone,
it is cold outside,
I do not know how,
to weather this storm,
...
The nightmares came back,
beaten once again,
by hands long since dead,
abused by a drunken loser,
...
I feel like a monkey,
on a key chain,
dangling in space,
waiting for you to call me near,
...
Time to turn back the clocks,
wishing I was twenty six,
and we where young again,
can't change time,
...
I was walking kind of lethality,
some might think spirituality,
as I looked up into the sky,
I saw for the first time birds flight backwards,
...
Tongues entwined tasting each others fruits off one's vine.
I think that is truly divine,
then slowly kiss away the night.
softly touching each other's skin,
...
Going to soak my feet,
in lavender Epson salts,
once again,
then pretend,
...
When winter seems eternal,
always calls to me,
fall calls to me as well,
swinging big with church bells,
...
On my wife's fifty second birthday,
I am thankful that she is still here,
with me in this life,
we have see lots of hard times,
...
Adoring eyes, puckered lips,
thoughts she has,
I give her little quips,
what goes on in a young women’s mind,
...
Nothing on the telly,
not a good word in the news,
the spaceship to tomorrow,
could not find a crew,
...
Darkness comes to early for me,
when all I need is your warmth,
beside me and to see your baby blues,
forget the blackness that covers the soul,
...
Large sausage lets,
go through the tunnel of love,
once again and again,
we will take that ride,
...
I have been writing poems since I was thirteen years old. Mostly becuase I wanted to be a song writer.Done that did that. But living up on long Island can give you so much to write about.So I write.If you Like my poems let me know and so it goes.)
Dwindling Light
Dwindling light from burning candles,
make the darkness appear only larger,
then the night is,
in this cold, hard life that I live,
time ticks away day after day,
I try to shake the blackness away,
but it holds on, and refuses to leave,
bitter it bits, just as the dawn comes,
as to relive this soul,
from all the loneliness it owns.