Whispers In The Night

in the morning I always remember hearing them,

these whispers in the night that come to me

that come to me not so gently anymore as before

and just when I notice they have been here

I awake into a seductive angry silence thinking

a response is entirely necessary but as always

remember nothing of the words spoken or of

their meaning subliminally transferred into my

as it rested not so securely on the satin pillow

that I stole from my last divorce so I could

remember that which never occurred so I

began to whisper into her ear is soft syllables

that she should leave very soon and soon she did.

14Oct

Misunderstood Again

No one knows what I mean and

neither do I as I seem to fade

in and out of reality and

in and out of the kind of grace

that was once shared openly

and freely if only this or that

and I knew not which to do

or should both be done as

some sort of sacrifice...

and then there was this light

replacing darkness which

came and went anyway

but no complaining was done

and the dark replaced light

and done repeatedly

for several days and nights

until I understood and was

forgiven or so I thought but then

no one knows what I mean

and sad as it is, nor do I.

14Oct15

No Bullet Fired Today

hearts made of wood splinter at the first shot

and long before the bullet hits as of a

sensitive nature they have become,

no doubt for over use or is it under,

I can never tell for no importance it be

at least not to me anyway, yet some might

think it cruel and callous to feel this way

and feel differently if they will

it is all the same to me...

I cans bury them dead or I cans bury them alive

whatever your wish may be but

if you wish at all and want it to be true

then pay me all at once you must

otherwise, no bullet will be fired today.

14Oct15

Who Knew Me Once Is Gone

Bring me the remnants of my thoughts

and let me feast on them as

one might feast on a slaughtered pig

cooked over the coals slowly

and as the skin starts to buckle

and the meat pulls away tenderly,

then my time will have arrived and

the words that have laid around for

this moment will be revived and counted

making sure none were left behind

and none were repeated except those

we thought needed to be as efforts

were made to have it all make sense

but no sense was made of it

and never will be as the days for that

have long disappeared from view

and from those thoughts that only

memories seem to serve like subjects

might serve a king or queen or

even a high priestess who knew the land

and all it represented or once did

before all was lost in the great transition

of things old and new and forgotten.

14Oct15

Strolling Along

under the umbrella of a
sea mist cleaning thought,
we walk
side by side,
hand in hand,
in silent communications,
and petulant observations;
unceremoniously,
we bow and bend
our glass covered eyes
in the hopes of
noticing...
ever so slightly,
a sign of reconciliation,
but none arrives,
so when we realize
no rain is appearing,
on either of us, we
close our umbrellas and
cease our watching.

17Jan15

Flying By

downwards looking

through the clouds
I see you upwards
looking towward
their whitish gray
billowing underbellies;
moments and minutes
pass between us,
soft streams of air
on which we fly
hither and yon,
aimless floating,
floundering forward
down the rabbit hole;
coarse dark sounds
interact around us...
tall, short, and thin
whisks of enlightenment
connecting us...
protecting us both
unknowingly;
through the window glass
one more time as if
to say goodbyes

17Jan15
to strangers never met,
but adieu anyway.

Windfall

we live inside the barriers
of time and space,
never too close or
too far apart; we bend
and conform as life
around us constricts
and expands, leaving us
cracked and broken;
we pass by unnoticed
except for briefly when
our minds touch and we
move towards singularities.

8Jan15

Herein

I am what I am
or so they say,
whoever they are
or pretend to be,
but, I am always
true to myself,
others, and to
my changing beliefs,
knowledge,
and truths of life
that exists herein
and above us all.

28Dec14

Daily

how fast one day passes
how slow the next,
forgotten are the ones before
but none are anticipated
as much as the ones
we do not have to endure.

25Dec15

Snow Days

squares of different sizes join to
make one and we marvel not,
but, like the colors and the patterns,
continue on with our lives as if
no disturbance was seen or felt;
indifference rules our thoughts,
we no longer think in parables
evaluating streams of revenues
rather than streams of life's beauty;
and, it is a sad day in the neighborhood
when snow blocks the roads so
much so that all schools are closed.

25Dec14

On Being Displaced

a silver gray hair
fine as silk
falls through the air,
cat eyes watch
as it descends
in front
and down
to the ground
where
it lies
at
rest;
a moment in time
fleeting
briefly ending
as it began,
disturbing the
unseen
silence
around
it;
and,
as it fell
displaced
what was there
noticing
not
its new creation
or the
removal of
the old
one.

25Dec14

Air Givers

breathing in the air around us,

we take for granted its presence,

yet, we do not mind at all

taking air away from others if

they walk into our lands; but,

if and when it is not enough

we take a little more adding to

our own monument building

on which we inscribe our names

as if we, and we alone, were

the actual givers of air no more.

25Dec14

Creatures

darkness turns to grays
which turns to blues
that turn to whites
as I am left amazed
by the passage of time;

wisdom fades into truth
which turns into justice
that turns to equality
and I am left amazed
by our humanity;
life begins when it does
and ends when it's over
but what we do in between
is one on our shoulders
if we have any at all;
we are simply creatures
with minds and eyes
and minds and egos
with a capacity to grow
and inflict pain on each other
conducting experiments
as to what motivates
when nothing does, then
we are done with you.

25Dec14

My Fault

deaf and dumb sit

inside me

like silent partners

itching

to say something

to advise

to direct

all in an effort

to deceive me

into thinking

my life

no longer

represents his life

and 

we should correct

the misdirection

before

damage is done

but

that has already

been done

unfortunately

by my inability

to speak

or listen.

25Dec14

Their Offering

there are no sands of time
no flights of fancy
no hidden beliefs tucked away
in seldom accessed tumors
located in gentle minds gone rogue,
there is only the dirt tasting aromas
of a casual life that propels
us forward and ages us in
spiritual premature ways;
and yet, for some of us, we
cannot accept these mindless,
voiceless games of toil we
set about to each day, so
rebel we do by speaking out
or yelling out quite loud
oftentimes construed as screaming,
with carefully chosen word
profanity seldom heard outside the Navy,
or in the halls of society, covered
with donated tapestries of the
unknown or of the unremembered
about which we were taught;
quite mightily so and purge
ourselves like cats with hairballs,

showing our strings of energy
and multiple dimensions,
offered to us quite freely as an
offering of their continued abuse.

21Dec14

Differences

life burns lightly
all around me,
embers of beliefs
differing but
still smoldering;
thoughts of echoed
purposes compare
with travesties,
all continuing,
laying down burdens
as we always do,
when danger threatens
like the black cloud
of a thunderstorm
nearly here yet
still in the distance
coming our way.

21Dec14

Beyond Darkness

within the light of hope,

darkness surrounds me,
a casket of uncertainty,
reflections penetrate
absorbing all doubt
leaving me free to choose
and remember or forget
as I may see fit, and
in that instant,
a silencer of sorts, I see
beyond the mirrored images
beyond the darkness and
beyond all understanding
and feel the other side.

19Dec14

Unrehearsed

my thoughts of subtle
interwoven memories
create colorful tapestries
of golds, blacks, and browns
and white picture frame boarders
carefully surround so none
will escape nor be allowed
in as doors have been
closed for a while now;
a holiday expose of
sandy beaches on which
solid ground restaurants
feed those willing to pay
what few can afford,
and the lines drawn now
were never there before,
but over the years, these
tapestries increased in value
with embellished memories
sold on the black market
are available to all those with
hands in pockets to enjoy.

14Dec14

Wicked Pleasure

beneath the veiled secrecy of her inner most thoughts,
her feelings betray and her hands fill the gap between her legs,
destroying all evidence of what she received from him;
another threat downgraded to a fleeting memory, recalling
time and place and first impressions and then the lust
with which they were consumed and the tortuous mental
desire of wanting and needing much, much more;

the sound of the hand echoed throughout the vacant
set of rooms in which her visitor had once lived, as he
administered the painful pleasure upon her soul and body
and the mind that grew strong with noble thoughts;
no shouts...
no cries...
no pleas...
just an open heart leading to the opening of legs and a
straight forward desire that was leashed and unleased
upon her as her body squirmed and writhed from each
welt causing blow and the orgasmic gentleness with
which all love making after that always followed as
streams of fluid desire oozed out of her and down,
mixing with the sweat and tears dried from before, and
the pungent aromas that flared and inflamed her mind
as her passions rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing;
erect nipples on her breasts pointed freely as she clawed
at him for more and he sent another to lick her clean,
and a new chapter began in her little book of charms,
an unexpected treat, ending horrifically as the three of
them merge into one last sexual experience, just before
the full moon appears and releases her once again.

6Dec14

Morning Slick

a darkness fill the morning
and my outlook on the day,
the sun has refused to cooperate,
and we must use the streetlamps
of whores to guide us around;
uncertain desperation penetrates
our senses as if being raped by
some unknown entity whose
purpose is far from sexual,
even though if feels the same;
traffic snakes patrol our every
movement, slithering in and out
of their hiding places, watching
and enjoying release vicariously;
no body of evidence is here,
in fact, no body at all, and yet,
there is a dark omnipresence
and silent cries of fear
from those who have
no answers
no doubts
that this is a precursor.

4Dec14

Wailing Bell

the freedom bell rings
freely in the court square
once the currents of
turmoil have calmed;
but, everyone knows
or should know
that the cause is
far from won; and,
those who have walked
in my shoes will
"see it like it is"
not how it is or will be,
once the currents and
tides roll again and
wash clean the blood
of my brothers and
all their memories.

27Nov14

Lost Out

a dark despair

covers the

deep thoughts of

my depression

and the dread

of another day

looms over me;

feeling melt

like mountain

snow fall in hell

and my body

aches to know

the other half

of what it 

cannot see

and we will

never know if

I knew my way

around here or

did I remember

from memory.

27Nov14

Trophies

feel me inside you
penetrating
lustful and boundless
without perspective
ripping through
layers of trust and
mistrust that is
worn between your legs
like a disrepectful
badge of honor,
finally removed
once soiled and at
the precise moment
I gaze into your soul.

27Nov14

Legends

legends of forgotten spirits
traverse currents of the
universe, searching for that
which put them there in a
feeble attempt to thank them
with graces of thousands
joined together
in a silent pursuit
of origins,
answers to questions,
fulfillment of promises,
and the wholeness of love.

27Nov14

Dark Lights

evil is a street thug that
lurks around the corner
and in the dark doorways
of all minds
and within all souls
dead or alive
manifesting a coffin of truth;
persuasion and
seduction that traps us
within unforeseen pleasures
of a non-existent fantasy,,
providing, we did not deserve
nor ever earned but now
can never forsake...
a new spiritual awareness
transcending common sense
and blinding us with
lights of darkness,
our new enlightenment.

27Nov14

Torn Feelings

trickling down from your lips
are the drops of nectar, I
would like to see each time
we are engaged in the rituals of

giving ourselves over and
receiving from the other
that which terrifies us both,
as we slide down the silly path
of unabridged pleasures,
tearing wickedly at the fabric
of our own passions,
igniting and expelling the
sweet aromas of orgasms,
while relaxing to the rhythms
of our own breathing and
the sticky kissing that seals
us both together forever.

27Nov14

Those Others

just under the lights ahead
justice appears in a darkness
consuming all truth and lies
while defecating waves of
soon to be broken promises;
pointing a finger at each other,
we acknowledge mistakes,
surrendering not to their
brands of tactical fairness;
inequality overrides equality
as it always does and we
murder our own hearts, trying
to sleep it all off each night;
power is controlled by those
we have grown up to detest
and still, we hesitate not in
the doorways since there
is not a good reason why.

27Nov14

Future Minded

anger penetrates a

mental atmosphere

as I lay face down

on a wrinkle

but, it is more

like a puddle of

incriminating self-doubt;

my senses are flooded

with a boiling sensation

like witch's brew

but not as tasty as

it might have been;

containment saves

the day after which

we discover that 

only pity can be given

because we have

not be forgiven yet.

25Nov14

Loop Around

through these doors
are more doors
but if you prefer
you can go through windows
but there will be
more windows there too;
but, it makes no
difference to me
which course of action
you seek, as
there will always be
a loop around
that keeps you
cycle trapped with
no solution
or no place to be
save
the shallow world
in which
you chose to be.

25Nov14

Thoughts of a Lesser Kind

a thousand years of darkness
covers the land and her inhabitants,
if there are any and certainly none
worth saving...  but, it serves
us well to think like this from
time-to-time when in the
collection and gathering mood;
fields of dank, dark night
lowers like theater curtains
for the last time on an
unsuspecting audience with
no applause for the actors
that could have "stole the show"
and...  in case you...
were not paying attention,;
my hand was between your legs
the entire time without detection;
just rewards you often give, but,
are never well received and
you and your crew
are no exception tonight, since
it is time for the darkness to end
so we can finally see the light.

25Nov14

Waving Winds

morning after morning

parades by me dressed

in festive costumes

of yesterday's fantasies

played out

more than once

in case some fool

wants to

play them out again;

night after night

dressed in undertaker clothes,

flies by me

one by one

like prison inmates

enjoying their daily exercise,

not realizing they have

all been sleep walking;

overlapping moons or suns,

I cannot tell which,

orbit my thoughts,

trying to land,

as if on an

aircraft carrier at sea,

only to find

they are not equipped

with the right gears;

desires are removed from me

with the skill set

of a surgeon

who lost their license

due to the malpractice

of removing desires,

and now,

I have all my meals

in the operating room.

24Nov14