New Poem - "Little Things"

Little Things


it’s all the little things she does

like the way she flips her long locks
and shares a giggly glance
over her silken shoulder

it’s the way she winks at me
when i stare at her
from across the room

it’s the way she tells a silly story
that makes me smile
inside and out

it’s the way she hands me
something to eat
or asks if i’m ok

it’s the way she tells me i’m “the best”
or “just too sweet to handle”
it’s the way she looks and listens when i speak

it’s in all these little things she does

all her little ways

that she touches my heart
makes me feel special
and makes me happy i’m alive

kc2012

New Poetry - "Wasteland"

Wasteland


everywhere and all around me
all i see is sin and death
broken people breaking people
mothers fathers brothers sisters
friends lovers politicians priests,
false prophets all, leading lemmings off a cliff
lost souls swimming, drowning in denial
earthquakes of hatred bring tsunami’s of pain

beginning to feel that all beauty and joy
is an illusion
all love, plastic and fake
so sitting here in Culture’s wasteland
is it any wonder all i see
is sin and death?

all…i see…is sin…and death

kc2012

New Poem - "Time Change"

Time Change


things just keep
rolling around my mind
themes of time and change
leaving me in tears
with a smile on my face
as memories wash over me
visions of those
who’ve touched my life
for better or worse
for good or bad
and while it breaks my heart
to know what’s been done
and who i’ve lost along the way
i’m still most thankful
and all i look forward to
is tomorrow






kc2012

Poetry - "Young Love"

Young Love


i’d seen them get off the bus
and walk down the street separately
a dozen times before

each day they seemed
to walk a little closer
eventually they began talking

the other day i noticed
their pace was much slower
i guess to make the time they shared last

yesterday they were laughing

and today they held hands

for the very first time

so full of life and joy
the excitement of falling in love

in witnessing their hope
i found my own

kc2009 - from "Power Outage"

Poetry - "Road Rage"

Road Rage


fuck my hands at 10 and 2
i want them at 11 and 1
as i ride your tail
filling your rear view
with my fiery stare

in your mind, you can hear
the venom that drips
from my lips
like grenades going off
in your brain

filling you with fear
freezing you
so you cannot do
the one thing
i need you to do

move

kc2012