Life Lost Simplicity

walls of apprehension and dread
do not a person make, yet for
some this self exile from the
rest of the world achieves the
same or at least similar results;
moments of doubt creep along
back alley ways in parallel

with conscious consciousness,
provoking deliberate responses,
preventing the leaking of secrets;
showers of silence reign down
upon the living and the dead,
neither of which offers hope
to any kind to those who would
be kindred, but remain unaligned;
discreet passages of scripture
carefully but unintentionally
left out of sermons provide no
opportunities for self-reliance or
self-extraction from these tall walls;
poignant lines recorded on pain tapes
in the mind, offer minute recollections
of how we built stilt houses to
avoid the sludge of life that came
all too quickly tumbling down once
our unprotected life lost its simplicity.

22jul13

Until Later

without a moment's notice, we

are locked into a mental embrace

that opens our souls, leaving us

both vulnerable to all the

intimacies that might have been;

yet, where there is a will, there

is a way to postpone attraction.

22jul13

Love in the Making

streaks of sun burst through
the clouds like thunderbolts
from Thor, penetrating the
muscles of my back as I
penetrate myself into you;
frenzied desires escalate,
syncopated moans announce,
gasping for breath we kiss
away the fears of being caught;
dripping ecstasy between our legs
demonstrate what hearts could not,
helping joys melt away the tears
of being separated far too long.

22jul13

Briefly

lives lived alone
lacks fulfillment
for some, so in an
act of desperation
we accept that
which would have
been rejected for
a brief moment
of companionship.

22jul13

Born American, Died Black

tears of joy stream

down politics as usual

since our leader has spoken

his mind, but a black

boy still remains dead

in the white world in

which he lived because

our Elders believed standing

was better than sitting;

but, more importantly,

is the aftermath

and the reality

that both sides are

just as racist as ever.

20jul13

Mind, Body, Soul

a Cardinal bounces on the
limb of a butterfly bush
and my thoughts quickly
gravitate to the church, but
not the church I once attended;
am I being pardoned for my
sins or is this a simple,
albeit appropriate coincidence?
once again my exuberance
has betrayed me as this was
a female cardinal and not
brightly colored at all...

20jul13

Intelligence

wisdom in the hands of

innocence is a fool's errand,

but in the hands of the

mature can be volatile,

deadly, and criminal;

wisdom belongs in no one's

hands until it first makes

its home in one's heart.

20jul13

Over There

the specter of death has

knocked on my windows

recently, beckoning me to

come out and play with her;

my introversion has provided

me with reluctant replies, so

she is bothering my neighbor

who is better looking anyway.


20jul13

Recognition

images, not photographs
or pictures rest silently
somewhere in my mind;
a place unknown to me
and not easily found even
though I have been there
a thousand times or more;
covered in darkness and
hidden behind secret walls,
these images tell the story
of all the goodness I have done
yet over the years I have
discovered that only money
gets one truly appreciated.

20jul13

Bullshit

                misguided feelings are given
                to each other like play toys to
                house pets as we make claims
                of being well cared for and go
                about our business as if we
                had no business dealings at all
                with each other...  ever...  and,
                still we explain everyday how
                much we love each other and
                how special this marriage is.

                                                                                                  20jul13

My Eyes

my eyes trace down the lines

of your body like rivulets of water

once you have stepped out of a bath;

my eyes absorb the details as

if they had taken a photograph

of your silky smooth dark skin;

my eyes have captured your beauty

but not the convulsive orgasms

that we both soon shall share;

my eyes convey acknowledgment

of how we both serve the one who

arranged for us both to be here.

19jul13

Open Wide

not the Garden of Eden it is

but our paradise brings birds
and butterflies everyday and
standing in the midst of these
delightful creatures, one
begins to see the truth as
never before expressed, opening
our eyes to brief moments in
life when we are at peace with
ourselves and our environment.

19jul13

Calling

our hearts maybe in the right place

but our minds refuse to be controlled,
so, we drift in and out of a faked
reality we call love, wishing we
had more than just a physical
attraction and never fully
appreciating the power of dreams.

19jul13

Spinning

in the middle of my sight

rests all the lies you have told

blinding me temporarily to

the truth I do not want to know.


19jul13

Not Knowing

like two dingy, wooden spoons,

we sleep together as we have done

for years, assuming we will

continue to do so until we unravel

the secrets each has been hiding

hoping to protect the softness we feel.

19jul13

Passing

days pass by
too frequently
and like the blink
of an eye, forty
years has passed
and while we failed
to come to terms
with that...  another
twenty has slipped
between our legs
leaving us concerned
about tomorrow while
several more slip
through our fingers
as if we were trying
to hold the air...
and, in retrospect,
we always wonder
why we have done
what we did...  but,
it is said wherever
that it is never
too late to lament.

19jul13

Listening

it is the penniless who
see the vivid colors of the night
while all the others are
temporarily suspended
in dark vaults of sleep;
it is the mourners of the dead
who testify daily to those
who still listen to their anguish
that they have somehow been forgotten;
it is the horror of life that scare
us more than our feeble attempts
at living the brief life we
have been given as a gift.

17Jul13

Without Fools

the world loves fools who

know not what they do while

providing a source of income

to those who know exactly what they do;

and, without these fools, we,

as a society would stagnate,

until someone realized it

was the fools who had been

in control all the time.

17Jul13

Persuasion

oval windows with frosted
glass provide circular
observations of all I am
allowed to see this time;
with speculations in hand,
and selected memories in
an air tight mental thermos,
I trudge my way through
life like Patton's soldiers
hating the pressure but
respecting his right to do so;
countless exploits rip open
and damage the tenacious
filaments and fibers of my
personality, altering forever my
youthful, persuasive perceptions
until the clown's face was no
longer smiling but reminiscent
of Kafka's Metamorphosis;
fates are never foretold or
experienced until they are
explained in hindsight by experts
who read tea leaves, throw
darts at photos on the wall,
and shiver when someone
walks on top of them.

17Jul13

Treasures

slip inside me as I

slip inside you and

we reach the core of our

essence together,

embracing the love that

has been at bay for years;

desperate desires shared

and conveyed finally

emerge from the coffins

from which they lay

dormant for years like

hidden treasures

neither of us buried.

16Jul13

Persisting

 

there are familiar sea aromas

flowing through my mind like

the smell of forest fire smoke;

and yet, my consciousness

knows of no such sensation and

would have prevented it, if it did;

still, 

aromas persist and multiple other

scents, individually extracted, can be

associated with females of similar

persuasions and an involuntary smile

forms just below the surface of my

unsmiling face, optimistically erasing

all the names of women I know.

16jul13

Out of the Bleu

I

out of the blue

"sacre bleu"

our moments are not

those of despair

but within;

they are not those

of insight

but without;

they are not those

born of hallucinogens

but, because of them.

 

II

out of the blue

"sacre bleu"

we come to terms

with our ailments

and afflictions

like saints becoming sinners

in the hopes that

both find redemption

by each others hands

before Lucifer

finds a cure for life.

III

out of the blue

"sacre bleu"

we have trusted the

judgments of others,

living within or

along the edges

of that which

makes us human,

yet, none of us

will take the time to

define what that means.

16jul13

Inside

we always find ourselves

inside the realm of possibilities

with no place to really go

and no direction to follow since

we must make these decisions and

we must assume these responsibilities.

14jul13

Wanting

so, you say you want an education,

but, are you ready to receive that

which someone else says is truth,

even though that person has been

isolated inside the academia prison,

and the only "real world" experience

gain is that which might have been

gained researching a dissertation?

14jul13