walking trail early tail of night
wet smells after rain limited sight
snorts in the woods horny deer attitude
my heart is yours as I hike with full gratitude
starved longing missing our deep frequent chats
can’t sleep very well days full of cat naps
dreams of road trips with you by my side
what might we discover two hearts opened wide
proud of myself not falling much sooner
authentic woman you’re a well of spring water
absence so cold a hell filled wind sock
birds leave in groups winter coming on strong
finally I’m shown how truly to love
no matter outcome blessings live on
Guidance my ally through worrying fate
chance at true love worthy of wait.
Day Gun
Love’s early morning fog
flat tire riding such a slog
setting alarm for birthday delivery
hearing harps in heaven’s nursery
hell hounds spooked by this black rider
county line beauty sleeps ever so fine
what better way to start the day
making dreams loving play
sky lit up by rising angel
gods cheer on free will angle
patience son she might yet see
truthful union just up street
never been so close to wish
slap me silly if trip on lip
giving up on words to say
actions speak heart’s hoorah.
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origin this look so swell
great great great grandma Isabel
busy mama making 16 babies
can heaven be reached when never lazy
oh balsamic moon of mine
will this truly be last lifetime
no children to haunt or tease
all I ask is lasting love for me
help old soul go out with bang
damn shame kicking lonely days
have I learned anything through gauntlet
will others even hear lessons offered
the bar has been raised by unrequited dear
no longer projecting codependent fear
prayer centered lover please
time has come let’s live with ease.
Day Gun
Life is longer in present moment
love grows stronger allow to flourish
fruit much sweeter ripe on tree
sex so sacred believe you me
stupidity contagious with broadcast lies
humans choose lazy given choice to fly
self work result of suffering
with no legs on table floor we meet
idealism has place but not always
read the script know role to play
astrology takes long study
never blame game or fear transiting
whistling wishes pass out hard
cherishing stable proven ground
worth shown by actions here
Truth our guidepost lean on dear.
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half ass harvest when alone
one dog buries fewer bones
giving up on blowing kisses
predicting future waste of wishes
long cold winter checkin’ mail
singing songs for only angels
operation spankings fills my heart
still residing lovely eyes full of sparks
making mixtape of your voice
mapping signature such wild noise
nice to see our names together
you warned hierarchical message nature
feeling cutoff yet alluring trust
fires burning wanting us
this my way to let off stream
bugs on tree I dream of thee.
Day Gun
How deep is your bedrock
buried beneath trauma and shock
weighted down by untruthful living
generations of followers wishing
faulty dreams sold lullabies
twisted stories comprising lies
tough habit to kick thick bullshit
confusion sickness consensus pit
here let me hand down a rope
we are meant to create heaven no joke
this our mission can you remember
pass corruption’s testing hammer
all in service to The All
evil sings out worthless call
battle fought within lost minds
Truth a savior found in time.
Day Gun
We will forever carry marks
from those who broke our heart
sparks often ark in the dark
fizzling soon after passionate start
ego love fishy business
mental game played with wishes
takes dancing lesson tango
kicking cupid shuffle may bring pain yo
careless conception our plight
paradise lost by dashboard light
like blind bats out of hell
repeated patterns scream red flag bells
can you be yourself to the max
with partner adoring whole package
rarest kind of match
two souls healed from past crap mapped.
Day Gun
Thankfully only top button
anymore prude punishment
tough to slip and slide eyes
with cap down blocking hot light
realized it’s not about rain
wet bodies our synchronistic maze
foreshadowing outcome if truthful
skinny dipping creeks forever youthful
nature peeping in at your fine art gallery
me in the bushes playing paparazzi
just a few daydreams shared dear
I want you in every way
including shared life every day
beauty and brilliance rarest sight
you fill massive void drought ridden night
thank you for blessing this heaven right.
Day Gun
microdose comatose
cheating enlightenment
ripe with consequence
do be leery
of Timothy Leary
servants of ignorance
inverted mind trance
life’s a trip
drugs our bib
skipped steps repeat
hopscotch junkies
avoidance medication
empty salvation
titillating temptation
this realm’s education
only self love
overcomes trauma’s burden
when lost lovers a blur
machine brain pain lure.
Day Gun
In life nothing so rare
as a blue ribbon pair
you dress with such flare
please let down your hair
notice when we meet
rain fills up the streets
just gods shedding tears
true love being near
I take this wet sign
you may never be mine
cherishing any time
with your authenticity of mind
such a gift is your presence
one look makes my head spin
all this in a good way
blessings galore with each day.
Day Gun
dark carriage of love
slow moving through mud
lit lightly by moonbeams
lone rider pondering choosing
rough roads brought us here
detours often appear
face loss as companion
burden in cargo suppression
inspiration swoops in then away
do notice what we say
limits placed with patterned breath
unconscious repeating abuses
truth game always at play
empower another each day
this our gifting economy
keep loving past death of the body.
Day Gun
Not into fishing yet master baiter
imagination king for horny hermit neighbor
swollen prostate caused by sexual woes
raw oysters a date for old solo bros
still not blind after all these years
remember first time vics vaper rub tears
get around whole coveting sin bit
by loving all ladies including married fave mostest
life is a spectrum where on meter do you register
own present role sometimes play jester
complementary relating creates lit bedroom
find vedic animal signs to see if party vroom
nothing worse locked in story of bores
author own book with happy endings galore
cat’s out the bag this poem not for prudes
next rub on genie’s lamp I’ll be thinking of you ;)
Day Gun
do the hokey pokey across thin mind line
one side planning death opposite living loving life
when limbo stick finally hits floor
step on over or trap door opens more
useless words said through glass wall divide
when one decides to punch ticket destination change waste of time
robo calls mostly pretend things always fine
not doing self work burns out soul sensing eyes
critical caring how best to say it
rewrite your story til dance and play fit
when gratitude missing like foreign bed fellow
we wallow in pain prison of own making hello
courage can’t bud soon enough
family trees need pruning for light to reach trunk
fumbling old keys to love’s mothballed museum
I dream of ease while kicking ass through testing season.
Day Gun
Please say goodbye
when it’s time to fly
I do not lie
you brighten lives
of all near bye
including mine
wild water cannot stay
in stagnant lake without play
steam and rain shifting phase
may your river forever run my way
as a man I’ve claimed land
a mountain range
heaven’s gate
here I’ll stand with anchored plans
waiting the day
we become mates.
Day Gun
