Driftwood And Solitude Cover Final Draft RESIZED

My Poetry Collection


“Gay Cop Murdered”

Sitting at his usual spot,

his stool at the bar,

nodding now and then

to acquaintances

people he bought a drink

someone he spent a night with,

waiting for a new face

to smile at him.

Loneliness was his companion

And fated attitude a friend,

Come get me if you dare.

And of course they did.

Trust in Friendships would not

Protect him, when they

Themselves needed it more.

Bullets perhaps withal as

Worthily destined for others

Were bartered and exchanged

For his hearts blood.

Unarmed and with back turned

He received his fate and

Face down, life’s blood

Drained out and around him

His battles won and lost.







I journey, my body freshened

By new air hanging around me

Fresh currents breathed in.


Beside me, they swelter, forcibly

Wallow in staleness, enveloped

In toxic powerlessness, fated

Stripped and shipped.


The air bears Saharan sands and seeds.

Wantonly beached driftwood in solitude

Arriving worn, wet, out of place

To some undiscovered land

From long determined paths.


landfall in blindness

released and rests in fear

in an unimagined whereabouts,

from places of sand, of wasteland

of desecrated ruination

of remembered blood and fire.


Some reach out, offering

A healing hand and revealing gesture,

With Understanding of unseen baggage

And a knowing of what is left behind

and what cannot. Finally, a space,

to feel safe. To be safe.


































I found six red roses

Resting on a wilderness ledge

And I thought of you

They were dry and faded

And who knows why they were there

But still, I thought of you

I lifted one wondering

Left for love, remembrance, loss?

Despite that I thought of you

I contemplated, just how often

Had another stood looking, longing

In that moment I thought of you

Placed in joy or the pain of absence

Knowing how love and jealousy feels

Anxiously I thought of you

I felt the distance, a lack of you.

Recalled you smile, your eyes

And with my body thought of you.

Looking out, looking back

An old, a true, a future love

And I thought only of you.












Falling in love again

Not a thing expected

love also brings pain

memories collected

Falling in love again

A thing not yet perfected

pursued with no less restrain

this time perhaps more respected

Falling in love again

The heartache to be accepted

No need to be my ball and chain

I want my love reflected

Falling in love again

Falling in love again

Falling in love again

Is bliss in my brain.