The Red Button

Self destructing,
but no one else can see
Self destructing,
I've got no one else to blame
but me.
When will I see,
all the potential that could be?
Rising up to be the better man,
instead of reaching out
for a helping hand.
This person will self-destruct in.....
5...4....3....2......1......

Change....change....change....

Brother can so spare some change?
Says the man to me as he shakes his Dunkin Donuts cup.
Sorry sir, maybe on my way back.
But will I be back?
How soon will it be
Until I am just like him?
Reaching out my own hand.
Wondering where my next meal will come from?
If I will be able to enter a shelter
or will I be forced into the subway system, totally off the grid?
Falling down on bended knee
Wondering Lord why me?
How did it all turn so bad?
When exactly did I go mad?
Crazy with good intentions
But never learning from past lessons.

Looking Back While Moving Forward

For the first time I was referred to as a poet/writer this weekend. I really like the sound of that. I am a poet, a writer. Maybe not a good one, but an aspiring one who shouldn't be afraid of being just that.....a poet or a writer. So, this is what came of the thought of being one.


You don't have to tell me you love me
You don't have to tell me you care
B/c I already know,
when I look over my shoulder you're just not there.

As hazel eyes disappear in a blink
Closing the windows to your soul.
So now I’ll just look away
And realize today is not the day.

No more knives in backs
No more theater of the mind.
Still want to get to know you
And grow as friends
Together, over time.