Poems are

Poems are just poorly performed songs?
Poems are songs without music.
Poems are the silence between sentences!
Poems are your face on fire?
Poems are not your friend.

Your friends are, though.

Race Lies

Words with friends
words with.. self
from self
true
bold
& brave
greivances
from the soul
of our
grave
turning
easy
hiding quietly
grace filled riots
dance inside of me
quiet storm
warnless
& warrantless
happlessness
disguised in
blessed forgetfulness
sea surges
urchin splurges
like claw hands
on Christmas
reached with prayer
stunting grace
ambiguity drowns
another unsung face
again
& again
searching for bumpers
in this soulless
race
searching for a finish line
to take our place.

My Best Enemy

Oh, how misery often fuels my energy.
How desperation diminishes my procrastination.

Sometimes moving forward,
simply requires of me to get low enough to look upward.

It's BLUSTERY- misery.

Yet onward it moves me,
a perpetual mystery,
my best enemy; misery.