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I would truly appreciate it if any of my beloved readers could vote for either of my ‘lonely’ poems (links below).  I have been fortunate enough to receive many votes already but am campaigning to get some more, I may even get a prize!

Please click the links below and tap the heart icon to like the poem on the page.

Thank you all for your support, best wishes from Baldy!


Dance of the Damned

Inscrutable, immutable, power, irrefutable,

beware the spirit in the song,

engaging, enraging, the page, a cage, unchanging,

the chance to dance along,

unsuitable, disputable, sex is executable,

beware the spirit of the song,

staging, rampaging, the raw war we are waging,

the chance to dance along,

the chance to dance along,

the dance to Satan’s song.


From the Archives: Recovery

A darkness in the spirit,

One would imbibe,

Washing away wishes,

Create a great divide,

Burning broken bridges,

Diluting diatribe,

Life was distilled, in

Whiskey, one would hide.

And memory was mystery,

(A mythological history)

Invented just to justify,

The resistance of existence,

And the chance to deny,

Until light spilled though a whisper,

Life asked me to kiss her,

Believed (BELIEVED!),

My love, she breathed,

A reason to live, to be,

One wonders, discovery,

So sweet is recovery,

Finally one feels free.




Amendment to original post.  Now nine years sober, thanks to a loving wife and four beautiful children.  Thanks to all who continue to believe.


When I am a relic,

my life become yore,

young gods will wake

and whisper of war.


When I am a memory

you cease to explore,

your gods will take

their leave like before.


When I am a legend,

grief’s guarantor,

the gods you forsake

will forgive the flaw.


When I am a myth,

dismissed and no more,

old gods will break

Like waves on the shore.