Purposeful Consumption

there is no crime of

passion if you sleep

with your legs closed,

so why insult me with

this rather foolish charge;

instead, you should open

up your desires to me,

bear your breasts,

bear your bottom

bear your heart,

to my sexual assault

that we might

consummate our anger

creating lust

destroying our feelings

for one another

in a forever way.

8Jul14

Rules

fingers feel freely

roaming about,

hands trace down

valleys and curves;

legs and arms part,

welcomed receipts

that too often are

ignored or passed by;

bodies heave and

finally join in

places of mutual

delight and when the

hazy mist of lust

lingers no more, we

we see ourselves for

what we are worth

and someone always

agrees to pay the

modest difference.

8Jul14

Desires

bound by words
we tie ourselves
deeper down,
struggling
to free
to understand
to forward see
rope words tight
across breast
and groin
limit us,
grasping...
gasping...
gurgling words
borrowed
but,
not stolen,
sexually aroused
with the talk
and the walk
of these words
that bind me.

8Jul14

Time Watcher

I have no need

of curtains

on my windows

in my home

on a hilltop

since no creature

alive can

find me there;

I have no need

of linens

to cover my bed,

or of rugs

to cover my floor

or of electrical

currents by

which to 

cook and see;

I have no need

of people

with whom to talk

or of books

to read,

or of music

to listen to

as nature

provides that

willingly

in return for

keeping people

like you

out of our lives...

in order

for us to see

the end of time

come

for all of us.

7Jul14

Death Do Us Part

there are no premium channels on which
to watch those premium shows my friend,
where I will be going, so wipe away the
fake tears and bury me deep in that hole
for I have lived my life too well to complain,
never wanting too much more than given
and always treating those as they did me,
perhaps better sometimes when under
the influence of my dear departed mother
who gave me the free will to want to die.

7Jul14

Keeping It

light penetrates a sleeping soul
rejuvenating it with no
expressions of doubt,
opening eyes,
opening mind,
opening to the will to be
in the midst of a
life that will not bend,
will not defend,
will not fight back
against those who were
meant to be opposed,
who were meant to be
anti-social,
who were meant to be
natural enemies of the faith;
the faith
of which we keep forever
and ever or
until light
penetrates no longer.

7Jul14

Talk Self

there are feelings at play

this time,

not just your calculations;

there are thoughts that

fear you

and panic and

draw conclusions;

there are silent emotions

crawling around

like snakes

in our minds,

worming around our

intentions,

as if,

predetermined again;

there are tactical plans

and moves

on the chess board

revealed too soon...  if,

your formulas

are incorrect... so,

please be sure,

this is what you want

to do

before I concur

and

take the next step.

7Jul14

One of Three

hovering like a butterfly
I follow your life
watching out for you
when I can and opening
doors when near;
withering like a flower
I suffer like you do
mending slow or fast
depending upon the circumstance
but ever present and
ignored as if unconscious.

7Jul14

Upon Dying Once

the beauty of the day
holds me inside,
too beautiful to see
at least not today,
since life has no meaning
and the beauty
would be wasted and
I would feel nothing,
except discouragement
over never having tried
to see what will never
be part of my life again.

7Jul14

Too Old

corners too sharp
to be real form in
my new world;
awareness in
case I fall victim
at night or alone;
skull cracking corners
that need to be round
but with the same
appeal as the old ones;
corners too sharp
to be real form,
in my final coffin.

7Jul14

Birth of Numbers

two became one
one became one half
one half, one quarter
one quarter, one eighth
and the digressions continued
until the number became
so large that no one
could imagine its product
and in that calculation
tiny filaments of energy
were created and movement
occurred so randomly
that side-by-side spaces
were created in which
voids appeared,
waiting for nothingness
to spark their existence.

6Jul14

I Am Who Am

my life

rotates
and revolves
around my
head,
like a universe
of dark matter,
searching
for worm holes
to retrieve
long ago ideas,
scattered about
at conception
when
the seed of
sentient life
sparked
and burst
forth and
consciousness
became
subliminal
and my
eyes
formed their
first patterns.

6Jul14

Never Again

my heart goes missing
every once in a while,
yet, it always seems
to return without a
G P S chip installed;
however, I fear one day
that it will remain free
from my influences,
seeking its own way,
leaving me at home to
mourn its loss and the
need not to love again.

6Jul14

Looking Back

razor sharp ideas cut

through a consciousness

dedicated to preventing

mental disharmony,

finding acceptance in

an obscure fjord of

thought erosion unseen

since early childhood;

innocent and precocious 

instincts wither away

at the hands of righteous

influence brought about

with the best of intentions

while miserably failing

due to cultural differences

of in congruent generations;

wasted years flourished

without hesitation and mobs

of angry mental notes

were pasted on the wall

as empty reminders that

journeys follow the least

likely path, discovered only

by the looking back syndrome.

6Jul14

Owned Life

all we see on this globe
that spins around
in front of us
is ours for the taking;
and, all those:
men,
women,
children
who stand in our way
shall perish
if they resist;
and.
of the skies
around this world...
ours, as well,
as far as
our eyes can see
or can be imagined
we built
this round ball of life,
it is ours
and
we have returned
to claim it.

4Jul14

Red Dirt

the soil is full of blood
from previous battles;
blood that carried our
genes and our future
mixed into the dirt
from whence we believe
it had its origins;
blood flows in rivers
underground, carving
out caverns in which
we will eventually live;
blood soaked soil forms
the bricks that builds
our dwellings for the
children not known to us;
too many lives lost,
such a high price to pay
to live in this world
and temporarily own the
blood stained soil that
will be eventually taken
away until our descendants
decide to bring it all back.

4Jul14

Two Sides

while we celebrate
our victories, we
forget those who
perished trying to
prevent our success;
did winning make us
right and then wrong?
while we celebrate
our release, do we
fully comprehend the
treason embarked upon
or the future life lessons
learned by our children?
life generates two sides
but only one is praised
while the other is buried
and forgotten in defeat.

4Jul14

Delays Upon Leaving

a future light shines backwards
providing me with memories
yet to be remembered while
offering sight into that
which no one can see;
a future light shining backwards,
unlike the sun in its nature,
and not as bright as a bulb in a lamp,
in the way it brings clarity and
and obvious proper perspective;
and, with its velocities
it brings new meanings to all
previously imagined or
inappropriately recorded as fact;
a future light shines backwards
and inside its luminosity I stand,
transfixed...
outside time and space...
then fade completely,
as if I were a hologram.

4Jul14

Bypass

inside my past

at the middle

of the bottom

lies a decadent past, 

resurfacing reminders

thought to be dead,

now imagined,

again,

after all these years

but in a way

that

is suicidal

in their retrieval

but sweet

to the taste.

4Jul14

Too Tired To...

my eyes see the other side
not realizing what is there,
ahead straight they stare,
moments pass...
up they look
then back down again;
blurred images
sitting in holsters
without color
yet, reflecting them all;
moments pass...
lids close slowly,
opening fast,
startled...
looking around for something
tangible,
something real,
wondering why
it has been so dark and
silent all night.

2Jul14

Impulse

a mood wraps around
my mind, intertwining
with old thoughts of
sexuality and enlightenment;
weaving around like wind
on a plateau before entering
the valley below, hoping
to uncover and release
a few hidden sins;
a gentle, suicidal type moan
escapes the dark recesses
of doubt and breathes
in the newness of my all too
frequent decadent thoughts,
mixing it with the mood,
making sense of it all,
until it erupts no more,
sliding back into oblivion.

2Jul14

Wet Dreams

curled up,

like a cat,

on a couch,

in my mind,

I drink

Cappuccino

and imagine

you and I

are one and

exploring

life together

as it flows

in and around

us both

like a snake;

I imagine

our bodies

joined and

reclining as if

we were drugged

and floating

in a sea of

sexual ecstasy,

undulating spiders,

mentally copulating

and sharing

fantasies,

feelings,

and 

desires...

as if

never missed

and as we

feast on

each other's passions,

we begin to

terminate the old,

burning it

to the ground

as if

it were nothing

to be

remembered

or repaired;

we drink in

intimacies,

releasing all

that never was

meant to be.

2Jul14

Observe

Before me,
there was a man who
knew what he wanted
and took it
as if it belonged to him
and,
gave it back
after he was done with it
in case,
anyone else wanted it;

Age distorts reality
and life drains over it
like a waterfall,
hoping to reach the ground
before evaporating
into a memory;

After me,
there is nothing,
not even the man who
knew what he wanted,
only an empty
opportunity
to hold onto memories
as if
they were all
bubbles in the air.

2Jul14

Mo - n - Ha

two brothers wage war
for father's affection
and only one can win
no matter how close or
distant the other stands;

two brothers deport feelings
to other lands and places
in the hopes of digging wells
full of the sweet water of
alliances and destruction;

two brothers kiss the hand
of their father while they sleep
with their mother fr support
and would lay with their
sisters too if it needed to be;

two brothers bury feelings
with family at the grave,
vowing revenge and honor to
the same god with two names
but only one destined to live;


two brothers live for terrorism
and terrorize to live but
do not concede that actions
have immortal consequences or
ramifications after their deaths;

two brothers who sucked on
the same breast now fight out
of desperation of not losing
their soul to the other while
loving the life they live.

1Jul14

Pre Fourth Thoughts

fear guides the mind of racism

and undisciplined hatred, the hands,

but no matter how long or hard

we parade thoughtless neglect and equality

newly share issues in front of the public,

the more our differences quietly protest

behind the closed doors of the subconscious,

and the words that were once written

no longer apply since we have out

grown the handed down thoughts

and beliefs of our founding fathers.

1Jul14

Penchant

between the two of them

lies of bed of contempt

slept in every night;

sheets changed weekly

but the damage is done

and seemingly irreversible;

foreign stories of delight

sweep over their heads as

if they were bastard children;

mental citations and memories

record the involuntary collapses,

and with shoulders borrowed

lover are created, providing

no need to ever look back

1Jul14

Fini

down a dark road we travel
abandoning common sense,
relying on hurt feelings to
be caught and cared for by
strangers who by chance are there;
regrets never surface while
excuses and implications point
inappropriate fingers at the problem,
ignoring the solution and
"until death do us part" promises
become phrases on a dog collar
of a dog that cannot hunt.

1Jul14

Turn Out The Lights

we are together but separate
om the way we live life
and we are no longer joined
in the mind or in the body
as we live life a little lonely
with cautious optimism,
hoping it will return to the
way it was...  but, once it
drops from so called paradise
it is unlikely to ever return
and unlikely that emotional
bankruptcy will be avoided.

1Jul14

Soil Samples

tangled worms burrow
into the mind's dirty
ground, creating caverns
and tunnels into which
some memories are stored,
while others hand on walls
like valuable paintings
on display but not for sale,
unless they can be quickly
replaced by the stored ones;
and, such it is for those
who work in environments
of less than top grade soil.

30Sep14

Over Tea

in the fury
of the moment,
I see you
naked and afraid,
stripped of all
decency and decorum,
mentally vulnerable
and humble,
just as you
see me
and in a split second,
one of us must
respond and react,
otherwise,
it is over
and,
we return to the
dark and dank,
abandoned
unholiness from
which we came
in the fury.

30Jun14

Valley Winds

valley winds whine and wail

following their ancestors northeast;

steady gentle winds blow and

prevail so surreptitiously...

so naturally...

so inconspicuously...

that none know until not here;

valley winds whine and wail

searching for remnants and artifacts

in loops and swirls and curls;

it flows by with ease, leaving

cool breezes in its wake

as if on Cherokee Lake, being

chased around by a thunder cloud;

valley winds whine and wail

seeking restitution for previous crimes,

as only leftovers and makeovers

live here now, along with creatures

long thought to be extinct but

now appearing on backyard grills;

valley winds whine and wail

as they have for centuries, so..

who are we to want or see differently;

let the prevailing winds blow.

29Jun14