Good Morning

bursts of light pass
through my windows
on any given day,
mesmerizing and
minimizing my fears
to the point that I
must close my eyes and ears
concentrating on that which
was in me before to see
as truth without proof
calms the illusions my
instincts have conveyed.

20Feb14

...?

tell me who
you are today
so I can
make ready
your attitude
to compensate
for the difference
of who you were
all of yesterday.

18Feb14

Charades

we prepare

not so much for life

as we do for death

by all our

endless actions

to experience the

TOTALITY

of living,

regardless of the consequences,

since there is

nothing

left to experience once

life is gone.

18Feb14

Civilized

dampened spirits
of the mind are
mended like fish nets
and thrown back
into the sea
day-after-day in
pursuit of an ancient
livelihood with
modern implications
in a desperate attempt
to remain civilized
in a sacred world of
too many rabid animals.

17Feb14

Reoccuring

morning offers little
hesitation to its own
awakening and still
struggles voraciously
at the end of the day
to prolong its eventual
death and subsequent
rebirth of something new.

17Feb14

I See It

I see only resistance

and hate,

contempt and

misunderstandings

that have grown

tiresome

in my old age;

I see a temptress

lurking

in the dark recesses

and shadows

behind your eyes,

plotting and

scheming

your next revenge;

I see that forgiveness

has been given

a ship of her own

and a distant

ocean

in which to sail her,

charting

non-existent courses

with the billowing winds

of the trades;

I see weak precautions,

precariously

balanced and cradled

in your hateful arms,

like a mother holds

her dead child,

not wanting to release her

for burial

and too naive to really care;

I see an end to

the pain of life,

but have not the

courage

or the stomach

to end it that way;

and yet,

I do most definitely see

and realize,

it is the only way

to be

truly free...

17Feb14

Never Forever

you offer me no
solution except to
take what is mine
without payment
this time and
with the love that
once was ours
and held together
like the Ark tar
buried forever
in the sands of
forgotten time.


17Feb14

Caught

it is a sequence of events that
has brought me to you, and it
will be the reverse that ends
our cerebral affair; but in
the meantime, it will be out
bodies that unite and offer
the greatest resistance to the
untimely change taking place.

17Feb14

Introspection of You

I've been wondering
perhaps
too much
about
what you think of me
and
what you say to me
even though
we've never met;
as if,
somehow,
my analyzing
would
predict your behavior,
even though
I know
it would not;
so,
why,
I ask myself
do I
put
myself
in this predicament
each time
I see
someone
who
interests me?

15Feb14

Tradition

it is a ritual
I suppose
to have coffee with a spouse
even when
the beverage is not liked;



it is a ritual
I admit
to have sex with someone
who ordinarily
views you with contempt;


it is a ritual
they tell me
that vacationing with family
is a must do;

it is a ritual
I know
to remain married if only
for the kids;


it is a ritual
I have observed
that most marriages fail due
to these traditions.

15Feb14

Belief

I do not know what I
do not know and I do
not see what I do not see;
but, I do understand
and have taken the first
step that will remove
us both from isolation,
teleporting us into the
unknown that we have
no proof really exists.


15Feb14

A Lonely Attraction

Our destiny was slipped
into our back pockets the
moment we responded
to our first emails, even
though we pretended to
be reluctant and apprehensive;
exploring indiscretions,
we learned a new version of
the truth soon to be shared
as a hollow tree trust
slowly developed around us;
yearning to learn and too
much silence at home, we
became mercenaries,
fighting off the oblivious
spouse who only wanted
what was wanted, sharing
absolutely nothing else.

15Feb14

Secrets

we share the same legacy

even though years apart,

worlds apart perhaps as well;

but, it is nice to know

and see the common threads

that have been woven

into what we wear and

what we must remove

to be lovers; or... is this

a silly gesture of boredom

that has brought us

into the same room

time-and-time again to

share discreet intimacies

without physical contact?

15Feb14

Opportunities

love never was as
fashionable as sex,
yet love is what we said
and sex is what we did;

love was discovered
and experienced in
many ways before we
learned of marriage
and obligations that
corrupted our plans;

love held us together
while drawing us apart
as we learned of
other opportunities
available only at night;

love conquered fears,
shattered dreams,
and provided us with
endless fantasies that
were never to be;

love brought harmony
and meaning into a
child's life and gave us
motivation to mature.

14Feb14

Hidden

before there was a

me and you,
an endless search
I undertook,
or so I thought,
to find the right
type female
with whom I
could explore my
discreet kinky side.

14Feb14

Submission

touch me like a lover would
so I don't have to;
kiss me sensuously
up and down
leaving me wanting more
like an addict;
but, do not kneel before me
awaiting instructions as
I am not that kind of fool;
love me as a lover would
or as a mistress would
and let me submit to you.

14Feb14

Formulation

vaguely, I remember your presence
walking down the streets of my life,
and if you were really there,
hiding behind a brief thought or two,
hoping one day to become a memory,
why did you feel the need to spy
on many of my private recollections?
perhaps, to modify them or
alter them in some bizarre way,
so your intrusion would be accepted?
but, like an old lover, you are dead
to me and gone forever like also
is the hair on a barber's floor swept
up and discarded in the daily trash;
irrelevant thoughts are kept mutually
exclusive don't you know and retrieved
when needed from mental currents.

14Feb14

Watching

everyone I see is a voyeur,
manipulating what they see,
interested only in outcomes,
learning from experiences,
yearning always for more.

14Feb14

Self Correcting

as night forecloses
on another day, we
see our lives drifting
by as if we were in
a life raft that could
never reach the shore;

as day is regurgitated
from a greedy appetite,
we see opportunities
as if they were always
meant for someone else
hiding behind blank thoughts;

as decades soon collapse
around our feeble years, we
notice retrospectively how
quickly innocence stole
our youth and how slowly
we attempted its recapture;

as life transforms itself
to an everlasting death,
we see most everything
we need to see all at once
and become self-correcting.

11Feb14

Passing Time

place your hand in mine

and trust me to trust you

as we cross-over from

our past to our future,

leaving behind all these

silly memories that kept

us in jails of innocence,

feed us borrowed time,

clothed us in dreams

that were merely fairy tales

with endings that never rhymed,

putting us in states of

"fool on the hill" loneliness.

11Feb14

Hurt

hurt me good
as I hurt you
and we hurt others
and they hurt us,
since it is hurt
that motivates
responses and
retaliation that
stimulates growth.

11Feb14

Let Me

Whisper back the years to me
and let me savor youth lost,
let me embrace foolishness again
and dream a thousand dreams;
let me apologize and plan and
not take friends for granted or
believe it was just me who got
me here to this point-in-time.

11Feb14

What Do You Know?

Are you prepared to discover

what you don't know or do

you want to wade through

the muddy creeks of life

seeking obscure enlightenment?

Such is the seat

in which you sit today

and the compensation paid

is for the truth as it is known;

but, the journey

you create for yourself

holds no truths, save the one

you discover upon death.

9Feb14

No Escape

there are no trees
in my forest,
only figments of
one's imagination,
creating perceptions
that override expectations,
forcing me to see
what you want me to see
and believe that I can
escape your control
by building a raft
from the wood
of all these trees.

9Feb14

Excuses

you know not who I am
and never will
as long as your believe
life is too complex to handle;
therefore, I can
no longer care and
you can no longer,
make comparative judgments.

9Feb14

Inside

inside all our philosophies
lurks and spins the trinity
of all that will ever be;

inside our mental capacities
lies a latent ability to comprehend
that which does not seem possible;

inside our rooms of doubt
are the hard wood floors of belief
revolving around us like atoms;

inside mountains of evidence are
the tunnels of evolution and creation
converging centers of time and space;

inside a newly found confidence
dwells the spirits of time who
can guide us safely home;

inside all our truths
deceit and subterfuge directs
all our lifelong curtain calls;

inside all our atoms
strings of energy create realities
of parallel dimensional behaviors;

inside the darkness of death
lives a light of awareness
creating a spacious new universe.

9Feb14

Trapped

you have burned away

the flesh on both sides

of my memories, yet

still I pursue you

with an imagination

that defies comprehension,

as you know all too well

that lighting the backfires

halts my progress and

digging trenches in the

likelihood sink holes

will evolve is the best

way to keep me out.

9Feb14

Persistence

in the midst of investigation,
I find myself knowing
more than I should about
you and your illusive skills,
but continue to plod along
like a pack mule believing
love will win you over.

9Feb14

Briefly

along the muted
slopes of desire,
I find you
standing sure-footed
as if you belong
more than I
and it is this
realization that fuels
my descent
d
 o
   w
     n
       h
         i
          l
            l
hoping to discover
someone along the way
not so trusting
that they suck out
more than I can give.

9Feb14

Bridging Gaps

along the banks of any river

one will always find signs

that others have been there before

in the way their footprints

disappear into the muddy waters

while never reappearing on

the other side until we notice

a red tinge to the water and

realize a bridge is necessary.

8Feb14

Wanting

between your thighs
lies the surprise
we've all been seeking;
but the reward is
often far less than
the expectation,
ever since your realized
you would always
be pursued by others.

8Feb14