patches of life drift by
port holes of sorts,
vantage points of stillness,
pools of reflections,
or muted conversations,
and a constant humming of machines;
clouds dot the horizon
like islands in an ocean of air,
forever flowing trails
outside a confined space,
a tubed environment
in which we have chosen to
live, if only momentarily.

29May13

thoughts to be are like

carpenter bees

that burrow right angles

into my head,

never leaving until

some chemical is

sprayed in behind them,

and all their

encouragements

are no more.

29May13

my heart is a fan
of pages that blow
by me everyday,
waiting to be felt
and expressed to
someone who needs
to be cooled off.

29May13

buried deep within
and behind a
countenance of deceit,
lies a gentle,
forgiving side and
a ubiquitous desire
to be loved by those
who meet me
for the first time; and,
while this is

not normally me,
there is a constant
expression of doubt
that covers my
feet like a blanket,
leaving my emotions
to soar on
enlightened winds
and be taken
here and there
for all to see; yet,
no plans for
this adventure can
ever be shared
with anyone.

29May13

from the top
of my mountain,
I look up
and am amazed
by the floor of
the sky,
resting gently
on layers of clouds,
preventing me
from clearly seeing
the future that
lies at my feet,
waiting for the birth
of virgin
inspiration.

29May13

the cool air is

pushed my

way and as

my body cools,

I am granted

one last wish...

and easy choice...

to sleep

without

interruption

by the heat

of desires.

29May13

we do no harm to those we love
but always
in a round about way
take them with the grains of
salt we no longer
sprinkle on our food.

29May13

You walk unannounced
into my field of vision,
hoping to draw attention
to the tight fitting thoughts you wear;
but, my focus remains true
and the hunted now the hunter
floats in a pool of mirrored images
as you disrobe and see
how well my thoughts fit you.

29May13

how fertile is the land
that you claim
that once was mine;
how sacred is the prayer
or the desire
that fell to the ground
burning her soul;
whose life will you now take
to keep what is not yours?

26May13

rolling thunder

rolling tumble weed

rolling water

flows through mental tributaries

that never find their source;

a generic key code of sorts

devised by never writing,

hoping for the profound

that always rolls

up to someone else's door.

26May 13

moment by moment
we live our lives,
caring less
about our neighbors
than ourselves;
moment by moment
we drink in
life's pleasures
ignoring
her darker side

as if not applicable;
moment by moment
we use knowledge
as currency
less valuable than
the Confederacy
from which it came
less we not forget;
moment by moment
we dry our clothes
on the fences of
our neighbors, hoping
if stolen they
are not a good fit.

26May13

we place bets
as if life
were a roulette
wheel and odds
did not
favor the house,
and credits
were more than just
an accounting term
and all bets
were easily won.

26May13

lyrics quench our thirst

for the clever use of words,

but rhythms vibrate inside

our souls that nourishes our

desire to lose all control.

26May13

journeys of nature have
been strictly forbidden as you
must well know, but may
have forgotten, so it is my
duty to remind you that
dreams-of-the-mind have
been prohibited ever since
the Muslims won the last war.

26May13

 
 





Once when I was young,
perhaps twice,
I chased illusive dreams
and like the carrot
were never eaten.

June 2004

will you pray for me

even when unsolicited

or will you place me off to the side

because I no longer attend

your false fellowship.

 

June 2004

who wonders about the dead
for more than a year
or for more than five years
or for more than ten or twenty,
when it comes to living one's life,
despite the loss,
or the faint memories that
seem to forever linger.

June 2004

what is really on
my mind, I want to know so
I can be prepared.     October 2004


over and over
again I slip into a
funk lasting for days.     October 2004


will you teach me what
I need to know so I will
not care anymore.     October 2004

why is this madness
still inside my head,
this impatience,

frustration and
so many anxieties;
why do I fear...
why am I angry...
why am I suspicious
about so many things...
why do I curse
the life I live as though I
deserve something better;
when, in reality,
I deserve nothing better
that what I have;
why am I not happy
nor fun to be around,
and why do I not have any
friends, either in my family
or from those I know;
why ask why?
why not just die and
be done with this
ridiculous life of mine;
as only my mom cares
and she has to...

December 2004

stained by your resurrected memories

are the sheets of my mind like our

bed sheets once were but are no more;

dead and buried trespasses surface like old scars,

once superficial now have wormed their way

beneath the surface of my imagined thoughts;

harm's been taken and twice restored but no

more shall I eat your rotted flesh of love and no

more shall I lay with false pretenses and no

more shall you innocently encourage my feelings;

sarcastic comments tainted with life's ironies

are the nightly coverings refreshingly worn

but without the mask of false pleasures adorn;

within the boundaries of first refusal rights

and the gifts of the apprentice's appetite

comes not the role of the serpent, but ours...

26May13

we are impolite
creatures of habit,
who ignore,
rather than
saying "no".

25May13

we live together
but apart,
alone
but lonely,
waiting
for the dawn
of a new
sun's day,
a purpose new,
a desire renewed
to remain
free of
marriage.

25May13

a new rug on the floor
has replace the old one,
covering the past and
the memories we had
that we've tried to hide.

25May13

my feelings for you have now
been replaced by old age and the
desire that once laid between us
like Satan's child has been
replaced by monotonous routines
of reading other people's words
and pretending I want to be here.

25May13

I am fond of laziness
but not so much so that
I cannot get up to lecture
myself on the benefits of
occasionally staying busy.

25May13

feelings spread out

and grasp the air

like legs of a spider,

who has left its

protective web of intolerance,

feeling the pain  and

anguish of those destroyed.

25May13

wooden ships on
desert sands sail
aimlessly, pushed
by the winds of

ancient times when
nomads were her sailors;
now winds blow no
winds at all and
silence, like black gold,
replaces futility.

25May13

Phoenix Rising

 

Out from an innocent sanctity you have emerged,

A victorious phoenix wearing lose fitting clothes,

Holding knowledge keys that open doors of trespass

to bridges of imagination and creativity that only a few can visit,

firmly grasping your value added walking cane, you walk

beyond Wadsworth house, Holden Chapel,

and University Hall…

beyond the legacy of Reverend Harvard

and the 500 acres,

beyond the 28 leaders that followed…

and the lectures and case studies,

beyond the pathways you’ve taken…

and the network of friends you will always cherish

beyond the alumni tradition…

(in whose ranks you now stand)

is the fire of inspiration in your eyes, currently burning,

and the coaching, soon to be attempting …

and yet,

here you are..

with all the those acknowledged rights and privileges…

so, understand this my nephew…

a proud mother

a proud father

and a proud family

will always be with you

as you do what needs to be done.

 

 

 

 

Note:  this poem was written for my Nephew who recently graduated...

hands that once felt the
blisters of masturbation,
have been replaced by
minds that have trouble
grasping at the truth.

25May13

uncertainty breed change like
the bastard sons of Kings
whose fires of passion
once burned in the bellies
of hand-maidens to the Queen;
but alas, the inevitability
of it all is her again without
any loss of royal dignity while
those bastards still benefit.

25May13