“Maybe… Someday…”


Maybe someday I can find out
maybe I can do without
someday find the secret of life
maybe separate rotten from ripe.

Someday maybe at this point in life
all that I want is my soul;
to turn out right
maybe as the frail hearted time their departure flights
maybe someday i`ll learn to love and love right.

my time is soon to end
i`ll conceive lost but found
silent but profound
shadow but light.

Maybe someday, probably

All the days of my life…


© Da Absentee 2011


There is always parts of your life where you hit gray patches. This is a moment when I walked into one. Pondering our real purpose in life, we can think of  how one would truly eradicate the negative to only hold on to the positive. Times in our lives where one  should have done better but didn’t. Looking for that epiphany, knowing there is a possibility for some of us it will never happen…

You can listen to this poem by clicking on the link below:

“Maybe Someday” 

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Intricate Design”

call u…

completed for me,

rich heavy top,

explosive between ears

sweet, salty refreshing tears

loose, firm, hard,

soft sound

tantalizing siren

sculpted neck and frame

shoulders sets…

accentuate upper facade

chest impeccable

arms unique

wrist, palm

and pleasure providers

can make stress obsolete


beautiful lines and all

with dents, nicks and flaws

I love to grab, touch, feel and see it all

thighs essence hold

connection of mid-fold

calves of piston steel

maybe bare maybe tat

first thing of leather spying at

between your legs poison vat

drugs uncontrollable

researched fact


men have fallen

because the power of that.

lotion, soap, fragrance

in my hearty hug

he made your intricate design

for me to fall in love…


© Da Absentee 2011


I wrote this one thinking of my wife. With all her love and imperfections.

As Always…

Stay Positive!


“You Here”

It’s what keeps me here
wanting you here
the space I need like old typewriters take
back and forth to operate
through all the lies
and double-sided knives
the will to survive
depend and function like Egypt to the Nile

You’re the motivational trigger
for the 18 to 23 muscle reaction they call
it would sadden if I had to transpire
even expire without you
I never doubt you
I’m telling you how I feel about you.

I do better with words on paper than vocally beside you.
Its times like this I want you here
for the reflection, in my moments of introspection
stapled like dirt, stem and flower
in my creative minutes and hours
its you that keeps me wanting…

you here…

© Da Absentee 2011


Thinking of some of the things that makes you want to have your loved ones around. When the words don’t come easy. Knowing that they have been their through so much;  to know they always have your back. Brings a smile to your face and warmth in your heart. They make your day run right just having their presence in your life.

Take the time to tell the ones you hold close, that you love them and even when they are not around or far away. No matter what, you always want them around… 

You can listen to this poem by clicking on the link below:


As Always…

Stay Positive!

“The Pause”


I stopped…

Just to sit under a tree.
To admire the sun
possibly feel a cool breeze.

I took a look
a lengthy look
at my placement in these sequence of events.
My passage of time.

I looked at the grass
saw the way it moved with the wind.
I spoke to “self”;
that’s how you need to be
in any situation.
Form flowing and willing,
firm but yielding.


Even in the day time,
I seem to find myself
lurking around my dark confines.

I realize…
I don’t want anyone to see;
the weak, the clouded, the uncertain
Indecisive, vulnerable…
The frustrated, side of me…

I have attained too much to dwell on,
memorized one too many sad songs.

Matter of fact!

I don’t even know my destination.
I don’t know what I want anymore…
I`m lost in an ocean of plans;
with none being my own.

Certainly lost me…
A long time ago.
What I have now.
Only a shell of someone I used to know.

What happened to goals;
what happened to inspiration,
what happened to wanting more;
Basic striving for?

Not just a backyard; but one with a pool.
I never forgot how to move.

I know…
Standing still is never;
“never” an option
I feel like the screen is playing…
No sound…
No caption…
I can’t read lips…
So i`m missing some of the action …

I don`t know what happened ?

© Da Absentee 2012


The title and the first 5 lines, are actual events. It was exactly what I was doing at that moment in time. When I sat down to write. This one really wrote itself. This is one of those instances where as a human beings, we examine ourselves and attempt to figure out what we are really made of.  Even tho I am the one who placed these thoughts together, when I look over it again…

It really doesn’t feel like me…

As Always…

Stay Positive!