Mental Orgasms

I once roamed freely in the night,
visiting places dared not seen
in the light of day, feasting on
morals clauses that bound and
confined all my sexuality; but now,
the night air grows thin and that
which nurtured betrays, leaving my
thoughts in memories of debauchery
rather than wanting for new ones.

29Jun14

Night Sweats

reigns of terror battle inside my head for the
power they need to carry out the required execution;
there are no military or rebel forces to save me as
I wrestle throughout the night not caring which side to join;
early morning desperately tries to draw lines on the
horizon as morning gently and gracefully to prominence;
grains of amethyst dust fall, sliding perpendicular to the sun
and while most would say the rains are coming,
I know my reign of terror is gone.

29Jun14

Rabbits

mellow rabbits hop
around my mind
looking for the hole
in which to enter
and begin their journey;
but, the more I
chew up and swallow
their carrots, the more
I want to prevent
them from entering;
yet, no idea jumps
to the forefront of
my illusive imagination
as to why they want
to enter that which
is obviously not there;
eye bullets suffocate
the rabbits in mid air,
and we feast upon
their carcasses like
rotten savages, who
have no idea that this
would be their
last meal.

29Jun14

Shared Souls

we have created something
that cannot be created and
traveled through something
that never has an end to it
and have imagined duplicate
realities that cannot be seen,
yet, fear the mind that
cannot grasp the significance
from shallow graves filled
with mental detritus that have
already been dug and abandoned
in order to share souls with
the devil and peer into that
which we should not see.

29Jun14

Obsession

it is no longer a game

we play,

but,

it has become a

lifelong obsession that

shows no signs

of weakening

as we dance around

each word,

phrase,

and line,

in the hopes of finding

a cure

for our daily

desire

to put

words to paper

day after day,

year after year,

decade after decade,

without

any readers

or encouragements

to continue.

29Jun14

Gone Gift

it is a wondrous world
in which we live,
full of shock and awe,
baffling occurrences
and peculiar friends who
do peculiar things;
but, it is a gift
we have been given
and many
see that differently,
living as if no consequences
for tomorrow or
any day afterwards,
believing who they are
is not as important as
what they want right now.

28Jun14

Ironing Spirits

hints and tints of
browns and greens float
in and out of
my subconsciousness
as I recover
from surgery and
decide which color
to use when painting
my next masterpiece;
feathers gather in front
of my life like
some ancient ceremony
for a dead spirit
being lifted up...
but, how disengaged
I have become,
putting more wrinkles
into my imagination
that will need
water and ironing.

27Jun14

HEY...

Life offer us
possibilities,

one of which
is death;
wisdom shares
an indifferent
eye since
innocence
lives forever
and we are
bound to our
lives as if
they were our
own...
or until
we escape;
return and
recapture that
which we thought
was lost in
the inevitable
shuffle of life.

24Jun14

Postings

deceit lives beneath

the lines of the words

you use in the hopes

your hidden nature

prevails over mine

in an anonymous 

race to see who can

take advantage of the

other before committing 

to a relationship never

desired in the first place;

it is no car we have for sale

but human emotions that

were destroyed 

a little more

with each divorce.

21Jun14

Word Fishing

inspiration hangs around my
neck like a gold plated chain,
not yet given as a present;
struggling at what I do best...
struggling with words that
that catch the imagination like
like crab baskets tossed in
fierce and cold Alaskan seas;
but, my cold sweats are
not from physical exhaustion
as much as from mental depletion
and it is time for the vessel
in which I live to return home.

21Jun14

Morning Muses

tiny drops of thought
like beads of sweat slide
down the multicolored walls
of my morning imagination,
creating a slurry of
unimaginable ideas that
overlap with others like
food touching on a child's plate,
creating a hesitation to eat;
throughout that moment
are other more tiny moments
that capture and recapture images,
release and renew software,
hoping the connection is secure
and previous hackers know
there is nothing that's reliable.

21Jun14

Without Resolution

within the shiny surface

of the wooden floor,

the Egyptian feline sees

his reflection and is confused,

pawing at the image as if

it were a mouse that was missed

on the first walk-through;

steadily walking in a defensive posture,

he completes circular excursions

around the questioned area,

hoping for a resolution

of this curious dilemma,

while make sure the other felines

remain unaware of his situation;

unfortunately,

yet rather peculiar

in observation and before

his heart takes it next beat,

something else catches

his attention and

he moves on

without resolution.

21Jun14

Whirls and Twirls

around and around and around
the blades of the fan turn,
motion without tiring,
but the metal grinding noises
that it makes with each revolution
spin upon my nerves,
creating anxious frustration
that whirls and twirls through me
faster and faster and faster
with each cycle and the gentle
wind the fan creates becomes
more annoying than a blessing.

21Jun14

More

the more you get
the more you want
and the more you take
this relationship for granted; but,
if you did not get
all that you wanted,
you would find
another man
with whom
to play this game.

21Jun14

Not Today

swiftly and quietly
they approach
crouching and focused,
one small step
then another...
and another...
hair bristled up
tail straight and taut;
and if,
it were their habit,
tongues would
lick lips in anticipation;
but,
not today,














since the prospect
in question
has flown away
and they
sit
transfixed...
watching it fly...
watching it disappear
out of their sight...
before
turning around
to play with the string.

20Jun14

An Old Friend

truth has been put outside
like a house pet for a
daily defecation, but,
wandered too far off
looking for a place to use;
truth barks and growls
at power and control,
but never attempts to bite
remembering its training,
following in the shadows,
always lurking around;
truth empowers lies with
its submissive nature,
seldom topping from below,
but, always dressed in
various shades of gray,
hoping to be discovered;
truth has no friends of
which to speak, vanishing
like lost lovers, fleeing
an adulterous affair as
all evidence is destroyed;
truth, in all her glory
has grown old and feeble
and must be put down quickly
despite and amid the cries
of anguish from her children.

19Jun14

A Liaison

love and hate sleep
in the same bed,
twisting and turning,
pulling and pushing,
throughout the night,
neither victorious,
nor lost in shame, but,
part of the environment
surrounding us,
shaping and molding,
to their wills only
never our own...
until,
we surface with
reasonable doubt...
and,
as they step aside,
we stroll through
cautious and cocky
as ever,
believing or
not believing
we have the right
and responsibility
to make our
own decisions.

19Jun14

Fury Sound

protected spirits live

within me like:

truth

integrity

trust,

waiting for the right time

to be released

and wander

the earth again,

looking for

an honest man;

protected spirits dwell

within the fibers

and muscles

of my mind

and her

memories,

reticent but ready

to be returned

to the land

of indulgences

in one last feeble attempt

to gain weight.

19Jun14

Neutral Sky

there is no color
to the sky
just a solid blend

of grays all around
with no pinks or
yellows to be found
trying to poke
their way
through the overcast;
it is a great day
to walk...
in the early morning,
cool and still,
but not
too far away from home
as the pills have not
started working,
and I am not too sure
how far I should
stray today;
it is a dead sky
bringing no life,
no rain,
just layers and layers
of heat and
spiritual oppression.

17Jun14

Walking Sleep

the darkness hides my
evil side that seems to
always penetrate the day
with its hideous
appearances and
distorted views
and aggressive posturing
as it towers over your thoughts
like an unleashed Titan
whose role has been previously
written by historians;
the darkness violates
then betrays,
sending me back into the
mental cocoon
from which I know nothing
after awakening
feeling a little
mentally distraught.

17Jun14

Finally

silently,
we nurture our
inner spirits,
hoping for
positive outcomes;
silently,
we acknowledge our
disappointments
when nurturing
no longer works,
and the pain
of misunderstanding
is greater than
our leaps of
faith.

17Jun14

The Innocents

the lines are blurred

and the innocent

suffers...

we tent to business

as usual

unaware;

so,

where was the line drawn

and why?

who,

will it be,

I wonder,

volunteering

to change it?

why would they?

without

the innocents...

we would never have

had the

opportunity...

to grow,

replenish,

and survive...

17Jun14

Confused

life argues with me
and begs forgiveness
with the infestation
of disease but warns
with reluctant humor
that no game is in play,
offering me a chance
of survival awarded few;
providing...
and there is always one of these,
I learn to deliver
without
expecting compensation.


17Jun14

Hallways

In the dimly lit hallways
of my erotic fantasies,
dwell the silly creatures
of my youth where so
much imagination and
illusion lived that comic
books brought me back
to an unfaithful reality of
nothing is ever as it seems.

17Jun14

Word Music

 

a symphony of words
composes in my head
without my knowledge
or understanding,
filling me,
overwhelming me,
indulging me...
with bits and pieces
of phrases,
yet to be
arranged or
rearranged
on paper.

17Jun14

Too Early

energy comes into me
from the night,
through the night
absorbing...
its minute glow

as if I
were the black hole
of the universe,
trying to make room
for the daylight
when most of us
awake and...
a few return to
their coffins.

17Jun14

Looking Down

let me share my words with you

in the darkness that prevails as

a testimony to enduring stupidity

and pledge to you my courage

as you live your life not in vain

but with the dignities, rights, and

privileges of those who must,

unfortunately, be associated with

those of a proud, but lower class.

17Jun14

Too Late

our journeys forward
are predicated upon
our past and if we
have nothing to offer
that we have done
then progress stops
and we become victims
of the patients who
had the courage to
plan out their disease
and ultimate treatments.

17Jul14

Fate

Sounds birthing
emptiness
come crashing
to the ground
almost always.










16Jun14

I am...

for every action
there is a cause
and for every cause
there is a belief
and for every belief
there is a reason
for the story and a
new mythology
gives birth to hope
providing new life.

16Jun14