A Look Into Now Series #3

step into the barracks of military time

and let me take you on a journey where

night has tempered the steel of the righteous

and greed has purchased the bodies of women

as they ride their mighty stallions through

the gullies of southern suburban communities

that have benefited from the hedonistic wars;

step inside the foreign villages where battered and

broken bodies lay strewn on the dirt roads

that were once alive with the cries of poverty,

easily ignored by us civilized folk back home.

27Nov12

A Look Into Now Series #2

We end our long silence

with the ringing of the bells

while watching the gentle

falling rain obscure our

footprints left on the stairs;

we tease away our salvation

in row after row of rational

thoughts as though we were

field hands planting crops

for the master of the house;

we slide through back doors

of houses not our own, testing

the patience of neighbors while

sampling what they feed their

families, as if our opinions

were sanctioned at the entrance

of our elite gated communities;

we end our long silence

with the tolling of the bells

that ring silent most of the time,

since our political tongues

have been removed by the

unpopular, popular vote.

27Nov12

A Look into Now Series #1

The shoe fits all who dare to wear it,

breaking them in like a new pair of loafers,

but who be there to remove them

if they take you down the wrong path;

down isolated streets of thoughtlessness

where other soul-less shoes have walked,

selling themselves to each other for

seductive pleasures that satisfy temporarily

but which serve only to fuel the fires of fantasy,

no matter how tight one ties the laces and

no matter what color the crafted leather comes in.

27Nov12

You will never hold my truth stranger,
but I will tell you this...
You can hold the light and I
will let you see your own truth.

January 5, 2005

who will sit with me
when I die?
who will cool my brow
as I fade away?
who will look beyond
the tone of voice that
made you hate me?
who will be my guide
when it is my time?

January 1, 2005

my mind wanders in
and our of reality
without you near, dear.
11-16-08






strange hands on body
parts reserved for you, excite
me more than you do.
11-16-08




can we satisfy
our curiosities by
swapping partners once?
11-16-08

whisper in my ear
how much you love me;
let me see it in your eyes,
let me feel it in your walk,
then tell me that you
hate me and always well,
as love always understands.

April 2011

a sculpted glass chalice sits atop our mantel of a new

beginning while the fires of lost generations leave

no ashes in the fireplace, and light-filled angels bob up

and down, invisible yet connected to the fishing line.

14Nov12

A mental not to myself...

can I express
my feelings
honestly
or will they
somehow
be distorted
by the
appearances
of truth
around me?

November 1995

darkness hides the earth's blemishes

left behind by curious souls who

navigated the planet like stars,

continuing to freely roam the universe

in fixed patterns of pre-determination;

a cold emptiness of dark matter

surrounds all we can now safely survey

as our predictable patterns persist, moving

us closer to the singularity of time.

14Nov12

Tired...
Frustrated...
Angry...
But, all we can do
is blame
ourselves
for the decisions
we make,
not each other,
yet,
easier said
than done,
we turn
it outward
because
it is easier
and
convenient.

November 1995

THOUGHTS abandon me like previous friends
who needed the moment to fix their identities;

AGE take her toll but the way she kicks one
might think she has male characteristics;

LOVE is a loosely worn garment that is more
revealing than it is practical to wear, where
most of it wearers long for more comfort;

HISTORY repeats itself explicitly leaving the many
without balance and the few in states of disbelief;

BUT TODAY, I face the futility of lost innocence
not ever thinking I was really that way at all.

14Nov12

Tell me what you want me to say,

and I will give you that

(maybe not easily) but I see

no other course of action for me to take

except say what you want to hear.

November 1996

 

there is an end
to this year,
coming around the corner;
there is the belief
of something better,
something
in which
for once
I can believe.

December 1996

I have very little

in my favor,

in fact,

nothing at all actually,

and I can no longer

pretend to do...

pretend to act...

pretend to believe...

that which I know

will never work.

November 1996

it is the same,
the same routine,
the same story just
a different
cast of characters,
all wanting
something from me,
all giving
just enough in return
to keep me coming back;
but, to me,
they are all the same
and now faith
has been added
to my list of
vulnerabilities
and I am more
susceptible than ever.

December 1996

I have a little bit of work,
a little bit of time
and no women,
in my life,
of which to speak, and,
the funny thing is that
I really do not care,
or at least,
not at this moment.

November 1996

she wants too much of me
as I do her from time-to-time;
so much of our struggle
comes from this avenue;
and yet, we are
well intentioned,
thoughtful people, who,
want only the best from
those we love the most.

October 1995

tell me who

you are

and

what you want

or expect

from me,

and I will comply

or otherwise do,
and, you will
know me

for true.

October 1995

I have a range of values by
which I must live my life and
I will do so, at least, I used
to feel this way, regardless
of the cost, but after reflection
I am ready and somewhat
willing to make some
corrections with my
traditional point-of-view.

November 1997

I fear no man

or woman,

as they rain their will

down upon my house;

the only fear

upon which

they can draw

is that fear

within myself.

November 1997

there are no surprises
in my life anymore,
no hopes
nor dreams,

only the cold reality

of survival

and

fighting

(figuratively speaking)

with everyone

to do so.

November 1998

around me is ...
a cruel light,
a penetrating silence,
betrayal
and loneliness;
around me is ...
death and decay,

lewdness

and evil women;

around me is ...

a wonderful sensation

of creation,

a simple way;

around me is ...

what I want,

what I need,

and

who I am

and both satisfy.

May 1996

bring me back my

love of life,

bring me back my

laugh and smile,

bring me back my

carefree attitude

and I will show you

a man with whom

everyone wants to be.

January 1998

I want you physically and

for other things, but, you

are not the woman I need

in my life to make me happy

or with whom to grow old.

May 1996

it is the first day
of a new month,

my last month;

it could mark the beginning
of something new -
a new year approaching,
patience dwindling

but may just underdeveloped,

like my emotional state;

my heart seems to be

in the right place, yet,

my mind fluctuates with each new day

taking the rest of me with it;

it is the first of a new month

and the last of a bad month with

the unknown being my salvation

and if these limitations can

be accepted and the demon

inside me mastered

can unlock the emptiness

of my awareness and the desire

to have something new

with no guarantees that it will be

just as useless when I get there.

November 1998

An evil lurks on
my doorstep,
waiting . . .
for me to make a mistake;
tired and sleepy
from the band around my head,
a small ring of
pressure,
pushing inward,
waiting . . .
for me to give in to the pain;
an evil heat is perched
upon my shoulder
bidding me
farewell . . .

April 1989

a family man
of reasonable means

took his life,

leaving not a note

but a wife
a child,
and a lover
that his wife's lover
must now
protect.

April 1989

We parked our feelings under a shade

tree hoping to cool them down before
returning to work...  a partial victory.

June 1988

I stand on the far side of reality, below the

need to hone you with my presence yet

above your attraction for me; I sit without

compassion for those who have found love.

June 1988