Saturday, February 28, 2015

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

Friday, February 27, 2015

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

Thursday, February 26, 2015

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

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

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





Monday, February 23, 2015

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

Sunday, February 22, 2015

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

Saturday, February 21, 2015

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

Friday, February 20, 2015

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

Thursday, February 19, 2015

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

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

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

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

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

Monday, February 16, 2015

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


Sunday, February 15, 2015

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

Saturday, February 14, 2015

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

Friday, February 13, 2015

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

Thursday, February 12, 2015

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

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

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

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

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


Monday, February 9, 2015

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


Sunday, February 8, 2015

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

Saturday, February 7, 2015

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

Friday, February 6, 2015

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

Thursday, February 5, 2015

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

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

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

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

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

Monday, February 2, 2015

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

Sunday, February 1, 2015

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