Possibilities

We got what we paid for,
and
we will work to make it what we want.

There is nothing
quite like
the smell of hope
is there darling ..
Indeed,...

Rockets are flying...

People are dying...

Women being dragged down streets bleeding and...

While
his life seemed
so full
of maybe’s ..
There
was barely
...

In the night's embrace, when day surrenders its light,
I yearn for the world where dreams are made...

Plastic bastard twin
bathing from skin to skin
evolving revolving captures
sunsets...

Mine is a moment in the momentary
The slipping through the strangely apparent
The wilting of...

Beauty came carried in those stolen eyes
such skin recoiling in sun blue sky
green shades...

He was not one for the straight and narrow
The seedy and murky world of Billy Sparrow
A...

My fear

My fear is that one day I’ll lose you, why am I fearful of this well it’s because you make...

Down to the ground your arms do weep
With vital, gracious wings, of a fairy dream
Where, new...

In the thick hours where time was a mist
Where light, retired, and new moons exist
Only to...

I can be the first.
I can be the last.
And the only.
I can never be enough.
I...

A room on wheels
with my storage platform bed
and my solar powered devices

A party on...

I know tonight that I will sleep
and come tomorrow day will dawn.
Whatever hurt me yesterday...

Will your poem stand the test of time?
It has to be good it doesn't have to rhyme.
Some...

Wrapped and coiled, coyly within
The innate intrigue of self-expression
Poets do find a...