Prophecy

your rules

need not apply

to me or to

my kind,

as we are

above it all,

untouchable,

unapproachable

and clean of

all wrong doing,

as you have

so determined

years ago when

you needed

what we had

and there was

no one left

to ask if they

might like you.

24Feb16

False Gold

prospecting for feelings
believed once buried
in the rugged terrain
of the mind less traveled,
awakens the need for tools
not yet envisioned by
those doing the digging; yet,
mine away they do until
the rugged terrain has been
leveled like a lake whose
features resemble no pond
even seen sitting atop a
pedestal of false gold.

24Feb16

interrogation

give me a minute
of peace as I
attempt to collect
those thoughts you
extracted from me
years ago but no
longer need, and
I'll be going on my way,
until you believe you
once again need to
provide me with
worthless information.

24Feb16

Found Out

a burst of 

kindness

sits with me

on the sill

interpreting my

morning thoughts

in such a way

no one recognizes

the sender and I

am left pursuing

that which is

missing, 

never wanting it

to be found

in the first place.

24Feb16

Stolen Before

it was there
then not
but before disappearing
I grasped
at the air,
holding it briefly;
I imagined
in one
or both hands,
I cannot remember
yet it was real,
as real as,
you standing there
wondering
if I don't have it
in my
back pocket or
somewhere else
safe and sound.

24Feb16

Yesterday

inside and alone
under of blanket of warmth
drink in hand
sitting and starring
into the darkness
illuminated within
without not so cold anymore
as it was once when
younger than old
and perception was
unrecognizable;
drifting like gusts of wind
through abandoned dreams
once held dear when
all was easy
and we were never
inside and alone
all the time.

24Feb16

Gifts Differing

gifts given haphazardly are the
ones most often procured by
those who have no need of
them in the first place but
desire them all the same as if
collecting trophies from the
corpses of all the forgotten.

24Feb16

Making Plans

it is such a nasty business but
oftentimes a necessary one, otherwise,
we remain under false interventions
allowing false feelings to intertwine
with the real ones that sometimes
may be released without consideration
and temporarily giving the impression
that Paul Revere has not yet ridden;
knowing, all too well that this ride
will sooner or later prevail and we
all fair warning years before when
too busy we were making plans
for the direction not yet journeyed.

23Feb16

Not Knowing

we know not what
we know not and
still we don't know
that we should know

so to be intellectual
is to be aware and
prepared should
the scenario arise
where we can use
whatever it was that
we did not know
we did not know.

23Feb16

Taking Turns

embrace the hate as it was

done by you before, and

of they you know how now...

your turn, so suck it up,

you must be as before, and

understand that no one wins

and no one loses as long as

hate lives, shared between

us all as it was long before.


23Feb16

Torch Shine

through the glass we look
torches shine and reflect
what once was is now gone
and we investigate the scene
with vigor, I suppose, and
clues we find with confusion
in multiple places and
leaving little doubt that we
were once multiple players
once living inside...
we swear and avow revenge
for the bodies of the dead
and to their families we say,
their time was sacrificed, and
until justice is served
we serve no master
for we know
justice will never be
as it was before when
not there we were and
through no looking glass did
our torches ever shine.

23Feb16

Not Again

words spew out

fall and penetrate

return us to a time before,

but only to a better one

when we were where

we should have been 

and all else was

of no concern,

until the words

spewed out again

constructing walls

raising barriers

burning bridges,

and no better than

anyone else, we

became quicker,

leaving little doubt

we had finally arrived.

23Feb16

Wanting More

time is time and passes quickly
yet time is all I have these days
as these days move from one to
another as if rather bored with it all,
as they were with all previous ones;
time lives inside a universe that
lives inside its own space and time
where all is relative to gravity...
if and when close enough...
but far away enough, never to see;
my time borders on insanity since
it leave me always wanting more.

14Feb16

Aging Out

around my head
like a necklace,
moves the event
circus of my life,
orbiting rings of

exposed memories
of desire, bitterness,
and loneliness
that used to lay in
depressive states
inside me until
life became less
critical after smoking
peace with dead old
mental adversaries.

14May16

Lifeless

raised up from sleep

each morning by cats,

my lifeless body is

encased in metaphors,

and joyless humor as

it lengthens out its

spinal differences,

preparing to dine on

coffee and cream and

perhaps wheat toast.

14May16

Faintly Remembered

attitude not age is the

problem with which

we oftentimes struggle

when it appears life

has moved beyond our

capabilities and rough

exteriors, even though,

we sometimes feel 

fires still burning inside

a consciousness that

does little more than

faintly remembers.

14Feb16

Again

a lust
a desire
a passion grows
inside deep
mind expanding
fantasies;
erotica,
born with no
restrictions
no limits
taken
or given;
a mistress
wanton
in grasp
whipping
penetrating
a soul of
pleassure
too weak
to ask
for
more.

11Feb16

Forsaken Dreams

somewhere along the mirage of discovery,
a horizon line scores future sight, turning
upside down our need to be remembered,
forgetting others as well as we plunge into
darkness and the light we see

encircles us...

revives us...

inspires us...


to want more from our death than just
ceasing to exist in our current memories,
but be allowed to live in those of others
who have forsaken their dreams long ago.

11Feb16

Needed No More

moments of our passion
fallen through mental cracks
bounce back into view,
remembered and are
reflected upon, when time
curls up in the warmth
of our laps and gives us
pause to consider our
love has not diminished
nor has it changed
from what it was or
thought to be, but is
frequently expressed
frequently absorbed
into a knowing look;
the holding of hands
the silence of sounds
makes quiet our souls,
embracing and caring
as if when tomorrow gone
no more need be given.

8Feb16

Reasons

the softness felt when

sliding my hand along

the silky fur of its back,

allows reassurance

felt by both of us;

our comfort and warmth

provide that and more

and explains why we

are in the company

of each other at all.

3Feb16

Growth of Knowledge

my tree of knowledge falls
when no one is around,
and the sound that it makes
when hitting the ground
is lost forever...
as is the reason for the decay
causing its collapse...
the truth is not in the
decay or in the falling
but in the reason for its
growth in the first place.

3Feb16

Wise Man

it is said that
a fool sat atop
a hill that no person
or animal could climb
in the hopes that
true enlightenment
would be found...
and yet, he eventually
died of starvation
and was never
buried in ground.

3Feb16

Unpacking

a box of fools sits

on the front porch

just in front of my

newly painted door,

waiting to be found

and opened once 

again so that I might

experience all the

stupid that was 

afforded me so easily

during the careless

months of my youth.

3Feb16

Leaves

leaves of time 

falling...

in curved arks

descending...

closer and closer

to the ground

they become

with each

movement;

and,

when I see

my life

falling too

in such a way,

I wonder

if it is not

nature

that rules

and we

just seem

to follow

her...

without any

disobedience

or discovery

on our own,

save that which

demonstrates

quite clearly

how powerful

she really is.

15April16

Distant and Apart

upon my vision screen is seen

multitudes of bodies laying

this way and that, hoping I will

notice their charms and nude

predicaments, but if the truth

be known today, it would say

only this that they are too far

apart from me to really matter.

15April16

Becoming Whole Again

inside the fear of life we live like

some tadpole hoping to blossom

like the rose that sits in the middle

of our dining room table in case

we are blessed with company; but,

like the tadpole, we change and

transform ourselves into that which

we do not care for or understand,

even though it appears to be exactly

what we have always wanted and

so our fear arrives from that which

we have become...

but no less or no more...

we have grown into our fears and

no longer see them as fears but

as allies in our self-development

as long as we do not depend upon

them too heavily in the process.

8April16

Nature of Things

the heavens are filled with dark clouds

pushing all available light downward;

life below the clouds is ominous at best

as we go about our daily chores and prayers

wishing and hoping the darkness does

not penetrate us any farther, and that our

hearts and souls are left pure for the

journey that is yet to come, fearful that

it may not come due to these clouds

but who could predict the nature of things?

8April16

Before Dawn

darkness is betrayed by the

constant arrival of light and

the fullness of life that seems to

be withering away each night;

still, restoration needs to be

as repaired damage delays

our inevitable flight from

fantasy that eludes more is on

the way like the eating

of a pie before it spoils; and,

our acceptance is what keeps

us eternally awakening, knowing

one day, dawn will not arise

and the hole in which we find

becomes our new home and

the home we once knew is

of no concern nor is the

attitudes we might have had.

7April16

Spirits

my internal spirits have

betrayed me,

have witness more than

should have been seen,

and now,

resolution must follow

in their footsteps

and these new footprints

will do more

than should have been done,

when permitted;

shallow and hollow as they

were and intended

vaguely to be... but, in so

doing have unleashed

the one who's spirit

has no name.

7April16

Passage

two distant light

peer out at me,

eyes of the night,

watching

my every move

as if

I were some sort

of ripper

from London

seeking sea passage

on some ship

to whatever land

in an effort

to be free.

26Jan15

Possessed

a hint of madness intercedes
and I desire to take a life,
my own I fear, even though
I am much content with it;
still, there is no reason
short of mental decay or
some kind of illusion deep
inside me to feel this way
so often in each of my
recent days that I wonder
if not possessed I am.

29Jan16