Mossy Creek

there is a mossy creek
in every memory
of every mind
in every place
running water floors
and we all
sit on its banks
dangling our feet
as we think romantically
of a time in our lives
yet to be
and oh so vividly
and imagine
but always disappointed
when we look back on
the mossy creek memories
years after years later,
and so easily realize
life imitates dreams not,
but dreams explain life.

10Sep14

Cheap Talk

anger builds between us
as our words knife out,
hoping to slash
a phrase we did not
want to hear while
intentionally hurting
other words carefully placed;

resentment 
channels inward
like lava streams
creating tubes of distrusting
burrowing deeper due
to low viscosity;
and then,
we decide quite vividly
that time heals "Nada"
nor cools heated exchanges
just as water slips through
fingers, trying to hold it.

10Sep14

Ourselves

we spend our free time

cleaning up the mess we

made yesterday with our words

and fear the same outcomes

in days yet to arrive; still,

we continue to do the same

day after day after day,

expecting different results,

never acknowledging that

it is only ourselves we

can changed when desired.

10Sep14

In Breeding

family lives in the head
but not in the heart;
it lays on the ground
like rotting acorns;
it floats laboriously in the air

like rain clouds;
it cracks under pressure
like concrete without steel;
it languishes in wading pools
like little children;
it slithers on the ground
like a wounded snake;
and, it devours the love
resulting from our birth.

10Sep14

How It Began

darkness bleaches the sun red

as the day begins ominously,

forcing me to cast aside my

mental knitting and pay attention;

blooms and blossoms burst forth

with color of grey as if an

artist working with charcoal

soiled his clean drawing paper;

shadowed illumination covers the sky

highlighting the sinister elements

as they rolled around slowly above;

a dusky dawn delivers rain,

dark green trees shelter their feet,

noisy birds chirp out and away

regrets postponed 

by the doctor excused sun.

9Sep14

Just A Little

it has always seemed
rather odd to me
how,
good people made bad ones,
and,
bad people made good ones,
managing others;
still,
I suppose,
there is no right way
or
wrong way,
when,
it comes to this or that;
but,
it would be nice
to have a little
consistency.

9Sep14

Sailing There

Curiously,

bonds form

between those who

do not see

and

those who see

as if

the heavens

and,

the horizon are

one and the same

forever,

and we never

seem to get there

when the attempt is made,

as there is always a

new faint horizon

in sight

even after

sailing for months.

9Sep14

Blinded

the horror of it all
is that my creed
never covers any
actions when it
comes to treating
others without
the same respect
with which
they want
to be treated.

9Sep14

Pass the Grass

a greener grass grows
over the non-believer's grave
than over all the others,
we wonder
how that can be
since all was done correctly
including letting others
forgive him for us.

9Sep14

Innocent

the sword of truth and justice
slays the innocent dragon and
we stand by like false prophets
and idols, letting it happen
quite easily again and again, but
with each verse of our laments,
we beg forgiveness of all
and the innocent
and of course ourselves.

9Sep14

Convenience

a gaggle of fools
stand between us
and I am unable
to administer the
oath of office
to which

I have been entrusted
for the last few years;
it saddens me
as it does you
to know these people
with good intentions
practice the faith
only when convenient.

9Sep14

Truth Leaves

fall leaves fall slowly
like values and ethics
but when they do, they,
cover the ground completely
killing the grass that has
new grown out of the
heat of the summer sun,
and knowing winter is
close behind these truths,
are raked up and burned
to make room for new a
new truth growth in spring.

7Sep14

Devil's Ear

                                                                     we slip away
                                                           into the night
                                                uncovering
                                   its mysteries
                          of sights
            and sounds
and lovers
whispering
         promises into
                       the Devil's Ear,
                                    lamenting
                                           the fading
                                                    dark as it
                                                            slowly turns
                                                                      back around.

  
                                                                              7Sep14

Censorship

a blur of meaningless
thoughts and gestures
flash by
behind my mind,
in the bowels

of the mind,
where,
retrieval is impossible
to achieve
in their final moments
of acknowledged truth
and before
disassemble and
reassignment
hides their meaning
from those of us
who once sought them.

7Sep14

Accountability

we all eventually
reach the age
where
reality of wisdom
and the price
we pay is
evident and visible;
but,
retrospection seldom
occurs as it is
too painful for
the mental awareness
of who
we have become
or need to be,
seeking forgiveness
without paying
the price of
standing beside
the victims
and families that
our decisions
always harm.

27Aug14

Racism

one foot in front of the other

allows one to walk,

one thought in front of another

allows one to think,

one idea in front of the previous one

allows us to conceptualize,

one belief tied to another

allows us to become friends,

one group aligned to one similar

allows us to all hate,

one pair of hands on the neck of a brother

allows us to kill.

27Aug14

Learning

in the room where
we sleep,
where we dress,
I imagine your eyes
peering in
through the cracks
in the walls, or
through the windows,
or through
a hole in the ceiling;
watching and learning,
seeing us as
no other could, yet,
there is a gentle side
to your inquiries
that you have not
figured it out yet.

27Aug14

Once

you were once...
but,
no more,
and,
whatever interlude

planned...
no more;
just as simple
as when we
lead each other
to believe
otherwise...

26Aug14

Reimaging

in the funeral home

in the City of dead forests,

located on the highest tier

of naughty dreams,

former journeys are

retrieved,

refurbished,

and reformulated

into new ones,

an automatic update

as it were,

without permissions,

that keeps one free from

an all to often

boring sleep.

26Aug14

Eyes On

from an elevated
vantage point,
I peer down like
a bird of prey,
watching...
you read that which

seems to excite you,
eventually moving
your hand to the
crevice between
your silky soft legs;
rotating fingers,
around and around,
an orgasm explodes,
releasing juices
into the towel
you hold in front
to conceal
your erotic actions
and outcomes
that I watch
from my concealed
spot above you.

25Aug14

Channeled

lines and lines of words
form on a page
to convey a story
of eroticism and I
read every word of
every line of every page
until my mind explodes
with sexual desires that
must be channeled away
to keep my spirit free
and maintain innocence.

25Aug14

Avoidance

moment after moment
each day,
day after day,
I look for you in the
corner cracks
of painting houses;
hide well,
you did,
trembling
fromthe hears of
forgotten love
you experienced,
as I,
not hiding
but confronting
alone...
as it seems,
with you,
I always was,
playing a little game,
testing responsibility
boundaries,
disgusted with the box
in which
you grew up
and remained in,
yet comfortable with
the enclosed restrictions
of suppressed
desires avoided.


26Aug14

Guidance

you were once
in
my head,
now gone,
disappeared,
along with my photos
of our
mental trysts...
and,
I cannot help
but believe
that
it was planned
and
in the works
for
a long time;
we,
shared something
new
and exciting,
devilish,
if you will,
getting
too close to the
boarders
that were
upon you placed
as a child;
guidance,
became a contender
when given
selfishly
and
left unguarded
like you always
used to do.

26Aug14

Vase

a blue brown vase
sits in the middle
of my imagination,
waiting as other
objects float
around about,
participating
in my illusion;
but, this vase
made of pottery
glazed and fired
sits like "what if's"
out of reach,
never scratched by
humility or desire
while being constant.

  26Aug14

Futility

no one hears
nor listens,
no one sees
nor understands,
no one talks
nor says anything
of substance;
yet,
our life continues
commerce grows
and wars are waged
for ownership
and the freedom to
control others;
politics plays out
around tables
and in the media,
gaining or losing,
depending upon
what's said, but,
votes are cast
with retrospective
ignorance;
we see no farther
than the mental fog
that surrounds our
horizontal landscapes;
we feed escaped fugitives
with lies and forgetfulness
and roll assets down
streets of polished gold
in the hopes of
Papal recognition
and crossly matters
of the soul, while the
rest of the world suffers
from the aftermath
of Down Syndrome.

24Aug14

Nothing Neutral

this morning is
jolted into play
by a whorish
sunrise in the
shadows of a
pimp who likes to
stand in doorways;
innocent tourists
walk early streets

in search of purpose
stolen from them
during the night
years ago when
they thought they
had been sleeping;
priestly pawns parade
around the game
of boards, seeking
handouts while releasing
sights and sounds
of the new day;
unorthodox police
barricaded inside
opportunities, swing
truth swords at
pimp shadows
and a few
priestly pawns
because they can.

24Aug14

Holding Back

kneeling,
with head slightly bowed,
arms behind back,
eyes partially closed,
and,
looking down,
your nude body
awaits
its transformation;
juices of anticipation
trickle
down onto the floor,
wetting,
your awarenes;
hardened,
pointed nipples,
goosebumps,
and a low mechanical hum
are emitted and
visually inspected...
holding your potential
orgasms at bay
a little longer.

Outcomes

a morning sky is covered

in a light charcoal darkness,

allowing the light of a hidden

sun to still open the day;

residential silhouettes

surround my vision

trying to discern

points of recognition

of what I know to be true;

no barking dogs heard near

no stray cats wondering silently

no birds of prey circling overhead

only silence of the nothing kind

except for my ceiling fan

and the thoughts bouncing off

my mental walls of concern;

reflected lights through a window

shines as electricity burns 

in every room and I see nothing

of what I am supposed to see

and worry about those outcomes.

23Aug14

Classified

We,
have a future
on paper
but
not in the
bedroom;


We,
suffocate each
other
with our maddening
desires,
creating a
pointless
frustration;



We,
terrorize our
minds
with sexual
bravados,
leaving us
slithering in slime
alone.

23Aug14

Pleasing & Teasing

around my thoughts
I try to reach
to understand
why,
you are so willing
to be
apprehensive,
while,
at the same time
you show me
how
provocatively
erotic
you can be,
sharing with me
the number of time
you orgasm
reading
my words.

23Aug14

Checking

thrice a day, I
check for you,
to see
if you have written,
and,
thrice a day, I
am
disappointed,
and,
wonder if,
you
are leading me...
teasing me...
because
you can;
and,
thrice a day, I
vow
never to check
back again.

23Aug14