Giving Up

even on vacation, a predawn awakening seduces

my sleep and my thoughts turn directly to you

and your last words before the evening curtain call;

we kissed with open, soft lips, savoring the length

and my hands instinctively moved to your breast

and began their journey down as tall palms and

a bleeding sunset were actually responsible;

parting legs, invited fingers freely, without restrictions

without limitations and just as before, gently but

steadily fluid gold flowed, hands & fingers following;

emulating sea and sky there was no separation,

only the sweet, sensuous perfume of sexual intoxication,

and the rhythms of a spider like fantasy wrapping

around us like an undulating cocoon of passion;

reversing our hunger and our bodies, we began

where all the other parts left off, holding and pulling,

as if trying to to enter the envelope that is never mailed,

but feeling the escalation deep inside like no

other pleasure and no other joy could possibly be,

succumbing to the ultimate moment of capitulation.

3Aug14

Answers

in the middle of the night,
but not exactly,
it comes to me,
but unknown it is...
what should I do?
sleep deprivation
and mental exhaustion
leave me recklessly
abandoned...
throughout the day,
when,
it could be put to use;
fields of memory loss
stand before me
like ripe corn,
waiting to be harvested
but my eyes close shut.

31Jul14

Not Ready

the unclothed body
of destiny sits before
you waiting to be touched
and touch,
but your hesitation
causes her to go to another
whose fears seem to
better understood.

31Jul14

Walking Down

our vivid, romantic imaginations
take us for a joy ride around the
worn down cobble stone streets
of the ancient city called Madrid;
intertwined emotions envelop us
as they carry and transport our
minds into a fireworks display of
dreaded desires like forcing an
erotic expression into a cage;
we reach out and touch the
silhouettes of all our metaphors
and for a while, contemplate
that friendships need more than
just a romantic European vacation.

30Jul14

Inspired

warrior words ravaged for

years of abuse and use,

lay on vintage paper like

wounded soldiers waiting

for field medics with the

poorly trained skills of

a conscientious objector,

sent in to conflict for spite;

rearranged words rupture

with multiple meanins,

leaving room for interpretation

from the first responders

who carelessly witnessed

the incursion during an

ill-timed, ill-fated lunch;

thought provoking words prance

like Lippizan Stallions

around the center of the page,

perfectly framed and well meaning,

fresh from an East Coast vacation

since the West Coast was

too far to the left.

30Jul14

First in Line

emotions walk on the

rooftops of feelings

while others waggle

around in thought winds

worn down from

emotional sloping

exposure slippery from

the morning dew and

our tin covered dwellings.

30Jul14

Not Seeing

we pretend not to notice
what our hearts acknowledge
as we age and grow closer
to the life soon left behind;
but, it is this cycle
a most enduring quality
forcing us to focus
on spheres of influence
we know while
leaving all else for others
who have a wide scope
and resources but still
we must pay the price for
not being at home.

28Jul14

Everything

just a very faint
whisper of an idea,
remains in my head,
the rest has disappeared
along with the desire
to remember no more
as if too painful to
recall and to easy
to forgive that which
was not disturbing
and alarming to
myself and those
who know me as
the one who never
really knew much
at all until the end
when I knew it all.

25Jul14

Disembarking

the day penetrates my senses
as if being sexually assaulted
but in an adult contentious way
while sights and sounds trigger
a typical emotional response
and we go gear down and land,
releasing our passengers and crew
as their memories have already
begun to fade magically like their
tickets had never been purchased;
we all taxi to the shelter where
our plane is dismantled and stored
on invisible shelves until needed
again for our next flight of fancy.

25Jul14

Night Stalking

muses and furies sit on
the doorstep of the back
porch of my mind waiting
for a key to be tossed
outside from the slightly
opened window of an
upstairs bedroom seldom
used but always available
for guests, if and when
they arrive, even when
unannounced like these
two who arrived last night
riding the waves of an ocean
fantasy that never made it
to becoming a sleep dream
and like a computer virus
patiently awaits its opening.

25Jul14

Blinkin' and Winkin'

reflections of the morning

illuminate a mirror, the

earliest of dawn's lights

clearly shines through,

offering to be seen, not heard

as a new day begins methodically,

planned and rehearsed

the day day before as it

has been and will be forever;

we witness and re-witness it

and never are amazed but

always annoyed when it

seems to happen much

earlier than the day before;

dark on light shapes appear

in many recognizable forms,

creating the expected familarity

predetermined the day before

and possibly the day before that;

a daze of haze filters through

and out from the mirror

confirming suspicions that 

the night is being shaved

away little-by-little again.

25Jul14

Too Quick To Shoot

a mysterious toad
has jumped into my
life and back out again
quicker than the blink
of old fashioned eyes,
leaving trails of
sleazy slime balls in
in the wake of my early
morning thoughts and
with this juxtapositioning,
find myself unable
to swallow temporarily,
sliding coffee down the
shiny slopes of my utter
amazement and regretful
failure to use my cell.

24Jul14

Regret Begets Actions

far above our mental jurisdictions

lies the sobering realities of a

pragmatic world where results

justify actions and ethical dilemmas 

become just two words found in

a dictionary written by those who

win Pulitzers for heroic prose, read

by those with eight grade educations;

far above those self-destructive clouds

now lives the innocent whose journey there

was paid for by the price of a loaf of bread,

broken and shared on Sabbaths in

memory of all our forgotten souls who

toil in tedious times trickling down

into the economies of those who 

wrote it first and whose mind's images

remain as solid as concrete yet still

needing it all to be done on time.

24Jul14

Roman Relief

pushed up and out
a grand mountain
sits patiently
surveying the valley
at its feet

as if as a Centurion
it was sent to
protect the inhabitants
who roam the land;
for centuries,
it has been relentless
with efforts to
keep the people
free from fear, when
mother moves
region to region
bringing winds and rain,
ice and snow,
or humid heat and
sun again and again
and again as she has
done for centuries.

24Jul14

TODOS

there are always lists
of things to do,
when we finish one,
we start another,
never blinking eyes,
never questioning;
lives revolve around
and depend upon lists,
crossing off the items
on by one
is almost spiritual
for some
while others delay
and procrastinate,
waiting till the end
or near end
to get it done;
but,
regardless
of the flow,
we always start again,
a never ending game
until death
stops us cold.

24Jul14

Birds Overheard

birds fly in unison while
frock priests flee persecution
for boyish actions too
depraved to set aside;

birds fly south without invitation
unleashing havoc in the streets
from all the unsolved crimes
reported in comic books,
daily distributed downtown
in case nature calls again;

birds sit on wires and fences
watching police brutality creep
into the gutters where they once bathed,
but no one wants to bother
anyone for fear of inadvertently
raising the unemployment rate.

22Jul14

Set Me Free

 the time has come for us

to stand tall no matter

how short we think we are,

so others might witness

our emotional electrocution

on the stage of social justice.

22Jul14

Peculiarities

from the ceiling of the mind

hangs the fan of emotional justice

turning in our favor

most of the time,

but, every so often, it spins out rulings

that make no sense

and the three of us wonder

who was responsible

for its installation.

22Jul14

Wash Away

it is your upbringing
that suggests you
should feel a certain
way about directions
previously taken and
it is up to each of us
to determine how much
influence we should
accept and when to
break free from the
forces that guide us
and no longer pertain
even when needed.

22Jul14

Forecasting

clouds descend low
where we live,
pushing us farther
into the ground
from resistence;
rain falls into our
noses and eyes
when shooting down
the culprits when
fleeing the scene;
bending trees greet us
openly and willingly,
encouraging our decision
to acquire higher ground;
sharp shooter eyes seek
the raven's way up as
the rain falls down
and away, slipping
on the treacherous
paths of idealism that
push us from behind.

22Jul14

Hiding in Plain Sight

we take no sides
but relish our
opinions as imperfect
as they may
sometimes be;
we are adamant in
our reconciliation

of the amendment
for us to carry, but,
take no joy in acting;
we live off the land,
off ourselves, and
off each other, living
the dream as it was
meant to be for us;
we raised unclenched
hands in protest, hoping
for a return to the
"way it were" before
we let the rest of the
world know our secrets
in taking advantage of
weaknesses in ourselves.

22Jul14

Many Moons

embrace the seasons of life
with the same electrical energy
that flows through one's domicile,
as though you were a perfect
conductor in all its travels;
embrace the spirit of being
able to absorb life like plants
absorb the atmosphere and in
return give us beauty beyond
the imagination of a gifted artist;
embrace the world of sin and evil
as it teaches you what not to be
and pushes you in the opposite direction
if, and only if, you have the will
power to listen and run faster
than the last Olympic sprinter;
embrace the courage of your fathers
and your forefathers before them,
listening astutely to their advice
and the way their lives were led,
before it all got so convoluted and
complicated as we all became
victims of the truth as told by
all our novelists and lawyers.

21Jul14

Transcendental

curled thoughts veiled in criticisms

nurtured by spiritual contempt and

released under feeble protests

flow from my mind as easily as

breathing but not with the same

requirements for sustaining life;

years of shallow feelings, selfish 

episodes of desire and futile

imprisonments of love have collapsed

around the epicenter of my very

own self-destructive nature;

clouds of intellectualism, float by

on mental rafts of misguided beliefs

and false awareness of the fragile

reality created by our opponents we

so easily trusted as subordinates;

waves of nausea embedded in the

ribbons of thought wrap around piers

like mooring lines tied taught to hold

movement steady and in one place.

21Jul14

Ding Dong

how fancy pantsy
are your words,
you must truly be proud
of how you converse
but in the world
of elfs,
my world,
all those fancy pantsy words
mean nothing at all,
but, it does
tell me that
down you look
when it should be up
if for no other reason
than I am older than you
you see.

19Jul14

On time Delivery

wisdom arrives
not from wizards in caves
not from thoughts in books
not from intellectual conversations
or from common sense looks;
it does not always develop from experience
or conclusions drawn from case studies
and especially not from the wealthy
or those in poverty as they either broke
or were victims of the rules;
wisdom arrives
only when the mind and body
are too weak to fight anymore
and one realizes that
in death
there is either more
or there is not.

19Jul14

Double Standards

who are we to say

what is right or

what is wrong,

when we clearly

have no validity

of either one from

previous experiences;

who are we to scorn

and ridicule those

who make silly choices

when most of our

choices were sillier;

who are we to proclaim

amnesty for that which

we performed in the past

when today we want

to punish those same

actions with jail time.

19Jul14

Reminders

above the cabinets
and travel displays
we look down
on our loneliness,
reminding us of
how it used to be
when we were alive
with laughter
and smiles
and hands held,
showered love
displays everyday,
and now
we sit in chairs
separated by being
too tired to see
what we remember.

19Jul14

Between Ears

hidden doubts play
melodiously from
my mental orchestra,
but the rhythms
don't match the
required tempo and
the discord is
quite annoying.

19Jul14