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Saturday, July 28, 2018






When I was cellulose in the form of a tree,
I generated strong deep roots,
Sprouted supple broad leaves that fluttered free,
My sweet sun ripened fruit forever falling,
Feeding a hungry world that was constantly calling,

When I was still a lofty bird thing,
I fledged brilliant plumage magnificently unfurled,

Pledged clutches of marvelous colourful eggs,
Hatched hungry chirping offspring midst a world of carnage,
Bringing beauty and music to an exceptional world,

When I was a yet a lively fish with ribbons of entrails,
I developed bitter slime and translucent scales,
Leapt rapid falls struggling upstream against strong currents,
Navigating pure cold rivers swimming to the briny seas,
My red roe and firm flesh nourished great bears and ancient towering trees,

When I was simply a rusty moth,
I transformed my dusty pagan world like shimmering silk cloth,
Wriggling from vulnerable egg to squirming larva to exquisite chrysalis,
Unfurling delicate wings finally fluttering in warm brilliant sunshine,
Providing wonderful diversity and needed sustenance to a voracious world,

When I was born human,
I learned to jabber then speak and finally walk,
Consuming milk and air and water and earthly resources,
Maturing I shuddered from all I experienced and witnessed,
Awarding my frail humanity a reason to love and talk passionately,

Each time I returned to purity,
My soul rejoiced praising heaven's magnificent Creator,
Relishing a firmament vested by all its glorious ferocity,
Constantly petitioning God with vestment and prayer,
Hoping humanity might learn to live compassionately,

When I was once again conceived,
My mother's intelligent womb perceived new life,
Genesis resorting to chromosomes and genetics and viable shoots,
Reveling in extraordinary molecules and planetary kinetics,
Delighting in trees and birds and fish and moths and humans,
Sustaining creatures with fresh water clean air and deep earthly roots,

When exception summons expiration,
Decomposition fosters the accepting earth,
Distant stars erupting in Creation's vast universal berth,
Black holes consuming particles oblivious to participles and carnal knowledge,
Existence in perpetuity poetry showered by myriads of grandiose worth,



Then I became a Being of Light,
Revelation transformed a conscious strain,
Animating gravity into viability in some reasonable vein,
Vapour performing in a physical prescient right,
Ethereal communion flourishing in a transcendental plane.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018




Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Saturday, 7:00 p.m.,
December 15th, 2007,
What's happening,
to us!
Do you still want,
to talk to me?
I love you!
My love!
Sunday, 1:30 a.m.,
December 16th, 2007,
I finally plugged the phone back in,
How did that go?
On Wednesday,
December 12th,
You phoned me,
All excited,
Bursting to share the drama,
Unfolding there,
With Jessie and Jason.
You told me,
Jessie had left Armidale,
Going back to Queensland,
To live,
With brother James.
I said,
"She'll get over it",
You took great offense,
Me saying that,
Quitting our conversation,
Telling me,
"I thought I knew you!"
"What you said offends me!"
You hung up.
You called me back,
An hour later,
To tell me,
"I need time to think",
"What you said",
"Really offended me!"
"She'll get over it!"
"That's like me saying",
"About your cabin burning down",
"Get over it!"
You sounded so malicious,
Our scarred and wounded hearts,
Bleeding to death while love laughs in our faces,
Shock shook me,
Surprised by your response,
I was hurt,
Your malicious tone,
Your statement,
You said,
"I need a time out."
And you hung up.
I cringed,
Felt rather sick inside,
Like I'd just been punched,
Kicked hard in the gut.
I unplugged the damn phone.
Turned off the answering machine.
Now I find myself here.
Where?
Sunday,
1:40 a.m.,
December 16th,
2007,
We haven't spoken.
You've emailed me a dozen times.
I haven't read any of your messages.
Fearing more venom from you.
I fear hurtful words,
From those I love.
And I love you,
With all my heart.
I emailed you,
Three times,
Since Wednesday,
Once each day.
I told you I was sorry.
I told you that I love you.
I told you I don't blame you for anything.
I doubt now,
Whether you will ever phone me again,
I doubt everything somehow,
I don't know,
If we will ever talk to one another again,
Hold each other again,
Kiss or make love again.
You're probably thinking,
Hateful things of me now.
I can hear you,
From one hemisphere to the next,
Cursing me,
All the way,
Across a vast ocean,
Separating us.
I love you.
I hoped we could be together,
But it seems bigger than me now,
The Armada has been scuttled and burned.
The Empire has been crushed and disbanded.
All love has been sucked into a black hole.
Without your loving words,
It seems impossible somehow.
I'm sorry we aren't together.
Those deep vast oceans.
All that space and time.
I can't throw my love far enough,
Shout words loud enough,
For them to touch,
Or reach you again,
Where we would sit and talk.
I love you so very much.
I thought forever was with us on this walk,
Hand in hand with us in this forest of trees.
Love babels on cloudy days.
Love has its own ideas.
Love always,
No period please,
Love always,
- Joe.








Number 64 Number 64 Number 64

Sweet rising,
All these perfumed things,
Out of the generous earth,
Freely offered to the lustful wind,
Lasting pieces of you and me,
Carved from our inner beings,
Plucked ripe during kisses,
Fragments stripped from you,
Segments sliced from me,
Thin slips God recognizes and sees,
Vivacious sparkles captured in a creative fire,
Flames licking at love's sweet sky,
Embers tracing borders and songlines,
Hither thither to a nether world,
Sweet rising,
Out of perilous loneliness and danger,
Into tropical bliss and equatorial happiness,
Enabling antarctic words in ecstatic sentences,
Protesting icebergs calved by subterranean mischief,
Blatantly transforming taiga emotions into petrified forest,
Golden talons tattooing masks and totems on our eagle selves,
Black holes and pin pricks scarred by cuttlefish ink and sad dreams,
So many tentacled cuddles marred and scuttled leaving sucker marks,
All this scuttlebutt and fuddleduddle rising in the warm gulf stream,
Hungry sharks sick and going belly-up from the taste of tainted blood,
Blinded whales fainting and going deaf beneath the ocean flood,
Polluted flesh and random plastic gathering in other rebellions,
Congregations of faith flung to the lions from the gates of every big city,
Unceremoniously tanked and dumped on Neptune's failing altar,
Sweet rising,
Incense bewitching these magnetic moments,
Smoke and mirrors redirecting the moon and stars,
Crude oil blinding and choking us into ritual approbation,
Conjunct nations refracting astronomy and reflective astrology,
Meeting places and constellations in the Zen park,
Rivulets of light spring rain falling in the dark,
Baptizing every crack and righteous seam,
Fractured obtuse stages in a reckless ecology,
Columns of hot poker red and calendula yellow,
Smoke tangling with chiming crystal streams,
Sweet rising,
Tumbled into deep ocean currents,
Washed and polished on windswept beaches,
Salty sand rubbed into graven wounds,
Reminding . . . us . . . we . . . are . . .,
Naked astronauts starboard on our mother ship,
Witnessing the same sunstorms,
Breathing the same earth air,
Billions of beating hearts,
Sweet rising,
Pieces of amber offered to the vexing wind,
Quarks hauled onto a high dry bank,
Fragments of what was a moment ago,
Atoms of what we once were,
Rivers of elements and other dreams flooding by,
Contained by chemistry and physics,
Constrained by pick and shovel channels,
Prayers keeping tsunami and flood at bay,
Hymns and chants so hurricanes and firestorms are stayed,
Yet there are still asteroids and broken dams,
Earthquakes and volcanoes in every land,
Galaxies far beyond Andromeda,
Comets composing orchestral universal bliss,
Cosmogony reprising imagined heaven,
Vibrato in harmonic symphony,
Maestro's magic wand held high,
Such sweet rising.





Friday, March 30, 2018




Tic Toc

So the clock,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
And time,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some tragedy,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some gun,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some bullet,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some bomb,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some heart,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some cloud,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some storm,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some lightning,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some cyclone,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some hell,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some lie,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some liar,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some murder,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some war,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some thing,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some species,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some extinction,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some birth,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some mouth,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some hunger,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some water,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some spring,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some well,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some glacier,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some desert,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some thirst,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some hardship,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some peril,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some horror,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some garbage,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some pollution,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some plastic,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some oil,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some gas,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some methane,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some carbon,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some permafrost,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some stream,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some river,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some ocean,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some emergency,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some prayer,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some candle,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some blackhole,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some decision,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some vision,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some dream,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some current,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some krill,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some herring,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some tuna,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some whale,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some shorebird,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some songbird,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some wail,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some environment,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some frail,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some bent,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some lament,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some grief,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some race,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some place,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some ode,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some verse,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some line,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some vine,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some time,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some rhyme,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Tic toc.





Thursday, March 29, 2018




You Woke Me

Shamelessly you woke me,
Roused me from a careless dream,
Blinking I thought I was in heaven,
Such a harmless groan it seemed,
Beckoning like a prophetic raven,
So tasteless morning broke,
You've kidnapped my heart,
I've been roped in by beauty and your vanity,
Breaking me into unrecognizable twisted parts,
You've abducted my veritable sanity,
Everything real seems like a crazy dream now,
Does genuine love every truly last?
Is virtue ever born from a painful past?
What a perplexing virulent question,
Your bastion of mountainous lies vow,
To conquer and crush my reckless indiscretion,
Are you capable of true love?
You're granitic self has stoned my soul,
An avalanche of doubt has buried me alive,
Your tigress self has devoured me whole,
Love has thoughtlessly left me forsaken,
My foolish heart has been misguided,
Love has taken me for a hazardous ride again,
Thinking back to the start I was perilously mistaken,
Love has trampled me and I've been derided,
Truth has decided to try to hide from me again,
One fine romantic day I think you love me,
The next tangled fray I feel you shun me,
What a careless wild creature you are,
What a hopeless foolish man I am,
How can I ever trust your words again?
When you tell me you want me,
Gaunt how can I honestly trust love again?
Dauntless you laugh and run me ragged,
I'm haggard and falling to pieces again,
Words can never mend this jagged hurt,
I'm feeling so cold and lost in this persistent rain,
Why have you turned out to be an imposter?
Wanton distortions are what you've spoken in vain,
My heart is breaking as I go over this tragic roster,
Again and again I lament every bent morrow,
Your smile and your eyes lie to me,
I'm drowning in this cascading sorrow,
I'm falling into this contorted abyss again,
One minute you blissfully tell me you love me,
You look away and I realize you were never mine,
I look in the mirror and see that I'm not fine,
There is a distorted chasm opening below my feet,
I'm stumbling through every day somehow,
I crumble to pieces every single time we meet,
Staring into the careless burning sun,
I watch that fearless orb promising to go nova,
Your fiery self has set me ablaze,
You've crippled me with your deceitful nature,
Words can't save me from your harmful craze,
You're haunted now by your cheating stature,
Night is descending as you turn away,
Forever has disappeared down a rabbit hole,
Taunting me as I blindly try to crawl,
Quivering in this quick and dangerous shoal,
You're leaving me alone again,
Returning to your fabricated life again,
Your eyes have lied to me,
Your deceitful heart is closed to me,
Your lips have lied to me,
Your arms have closed me out again,
Your smack leaves me feeling cold and distant,
Your cruel hands have pushed me away again,
You try to bash and break my bones,
You've delighted in torturing me,
You've chained and wrongfully detained me,
You're making me writhe and twist alone,
Your deviant love has been my solitary prison,
Damn your refrained love for making me weep and moan,
You've cheated me with your shameless decisions,
Damn your love for treating me like a worthless stone.






Tuesday, March 27, 2018



Cool March

March 26th cool,
Snowflake cool,
Blustery and cool,
Overcast cool,
Nighttime cool,
Beware the Jabberwocky cool,
Sasquatch cool,
Drunk Kerouac cool,
Walking the cool street,
Desolation Peak cool,
Hit by a truck cool,
Ginsberg cool,
Hit by a train cool,
On the road cool,
Happy wanderer cool,
Philosophy cool,
Plato cool,
Caligula not cool,
Henry the VIII not cool,
Drawing blanks cool,
Shooting blanks cool,
Shooting stars cool,
Meteorite cool,
Aurora borealis cool,
Too cool,
Hot jazz cool,
Cool man cool,
Calm cool,
Damn cool,
Mourning morning cool,
Grievously cool,
A cool stool,
Too cool for this fool,
Nixen not cool,
Democracy cool,

Vietnam war not cool,
Citizen's rights cool,
Stalin not cool,
Gulag not cool,
Voter's rights cool,
Smack cool,
Smashing cool,
Glass cool,
Crystal glass cool,
Porcelain cool,
Coffee and cream cool,
Chai cool,
Snapping cool,
Snap snap snap,
Poesy cool,
Posey cool,
Prose cool,
Bongo cool,
Sunglasses cool,
Convertible cool,
Top down cool,
Mini-skirt cool,
Shaved legs cool,
Striped shirt cool,
Beret cool,
Cigarette cool,
Billowing smoke cool,
A cool million,
Dylan cool,
Adele cool,
Sam Smith cool,
Django cool,
Salvador Dali cool,
Surrealist cool,
Picasso cool,
Michelangelo cool,

Leonardo da Vinci cool,
Einstein cool,
Steven Hawking cool,
Captain Kirk cool,
Poseidon cool,
Universe empty cool,
Galactic cool,
E=mc squared cool,
Round cool,
Black hole cool,
Quark cool,
Vortex cool,
Soul cool,
Centre of the universe cool,
Top of the mountain cool,
Yogi cool,
Cool verse cool,
Tones and moans cool,
Hip cool,
Beat cool,
Beat beat beat,
Heart beat cool,
Adoringly cool,
Insanely cool,
Madly cool,
Love cool,
Kiss cool,
In my dreams cool,
In my grave cool,
Faith cool,
Praise cool,
Embracingly cool,
Angelically cool,
Starman cool,
Old man cool,
Old man in the moon cool,
Groove cool,
Ocean cool,
Marianas trench cool,
Abyss cool,
Shark cool,
Whale cool,
Watery cool,
Audio cool,
Visual cool,
Sensory cool,
Wild honey cool,
So many vines cool,
So many trips cool,
Coconut cream pie cool,
So much drool cool,
Savory cool,
Recipe cool,
Salty cool,
Sea salt cool,
Oooh too cool,
Gandhi cool,
Dharma cool,
Karma cool,
Reborn cool,
Silently cool,
Boisterously cool,
Relevantly cool,
Atmospherically cool,
Ramp cool,
Camp cool,
Tramp cool,
Train cool,
Rain cool,
Snap snap snap,
Out of the wilderness cool,
Greenland cool,
Iceland cool,
Arctic cool,
Glacial cool,
Iceberg cool,
Into the desert cool,
Saguaro cool,
Desert owl cool,
Dune cool,
Atacama cool,
Nazca lines cool,
Into the frying pan cool,
Shaked and baked cool,
Jungle cool,
Parrot cool,
Yanomami cool,
Tapir cool,
Jaguar cool,
Elephant cool,
Tiger cool,
Radiantly cool,
Aztec cool,
Mayan cool,
Hopi cool,
Pool cool,
Amazon cool,
Nile cool,
Mackenzie cool,
Great lakes cool,
Lake Superior cool,
Lake Baikal cool,
Deep cool,
Ruled cool,
Tropic of Capricorn cool,
Horse latitudes cool,
Equator cool,
South pole cool,
North pole cool,
Troubled cool,
Tumbled cool,
Rumbled cool,
Spare tire cool,
Booty cool,
Club Royal cool,
007 cool,
Sean Connery cool,
Old city cool,
New paradigm cool,
Birds in paradise cool,
Shore bird cool,
Flock cool,
Flamingo cool,
Flamenco cool,
Tango cool,
Modern dance cool,
Rock cool,
Band cool,
Trumpet cool,
Cymbal cool,
High-hat cool,
Snare drum cool,
Bass cool,
Jazz cool,
One cool note after another cool,
A million other cool,
Another billion years cool,
Cool cool cool.



 

Sunday, March 25, 2018




W.B. Yeats and the World at War

War gripped the world,
History wrote,
Ripping out a fragile note,
Europe's bloodied throat,
Trench madness,
Gashed unfurled men,
Battering smattered brains,
As bitter war intends,
Shattering torn men,
Whipping forlorn horses,
Scattering bones and blood,
Trashed with horrid trends,
Sorry bits tossed,
Embossed onto graven earth,
Buried under smitten poems,
Smearing guts into ruts,
Wounds into cuts like old moldy oats,
Tarred forevermore,
Scarred with marred political stains,
A denizen barred,
Far beyond that gory horizon,
An emerald Isle,
A gem beyond Europe's rank moats,
Green hills still groaning,
Some other story thick with gorse,
There stood W.B. Yeats,
Ireland's applauded poet,
Fifty-two lauded beats,
Crossing a cold meniscus Irish sea,
Leathery hands stuck,
Searching for words in the Irish muck,
A weathered mind that often sighed,
Writing rose petal notes,
Such authoritative poetic force ,
Frenzied the panicked man,
Relying on his horoscope Yeats cried,
Desperation driving him,
Frantic Yeats jabbered as he tried,
A marbled versifier to a sandy coast,
"Marry me!" Yeats asked,
An old yawning flame,
As W.B. maniacally tried,
Clawing at heaven's stars,
Decorating poetic bogs across the moor,
Reaching for unreachable Venus and Mars,
Employing impotent ghosts,
"I shan't", she vied,
A wry smile creasing her Irish floor,
Trying her pleasing old maid face,
So wishing to hide every past hurtful trace,
Yeats bolted out her dank door,
Wandering rank down a damned beach,
Washed by frothy hosts,
Such a broke and awful tragedy,
So the ghastly sea taunted him,
Alas what  horrid morbid tales,
Should salty waves deride?
Ahead she stood ankle deep,
A frigid surf neurotically creeping,
Mocking twenty-odd washed years,
Warping sadly behind her mad dreams,
William B. Yeats reverently knelt,
Weeping before another buttery goddess,
As she deeply tilted t'wards the gasping sun,
"Marry me!",
William Butler Yeats,
Extended his grey prickly self,
Picketing with wretched hopes it seems,
"Fuck off", she laughed,

Gaffed the bent man twirled further,
Furtively kissing another wet stony run,
Rent W.B. Yeats crawled,
Mauled by that acerbic sum,
Sprawling into another rank street,
Searching for some wishful means,
Yet another femme fatale,
A faint light came into view,
So that mad poet smoked,
Smoldering like a burned out sun,
Another patriotic try,
Another cold discerning eye,
Casting bleak yearning looks,
T'wards another deathly scene,

Yet another mortal queen,
She seemed a final droning hum,

Equating a conflagration of stars,
One last desperate moan,
"Marry me!" Yeats bleated,

His girdled breath heated,
Nailing him to some grey washed beam,
Staring bleakly at the graven reckless rhymer,
Tears streaming down his unshaven face,
Like a feckless bearded roan,
"Okay", she answered,
Romancing a rash wee notion,
Weighing her emotional options,
Elections far too vexed and lean,
Some souls surrendered and transferred,
Rendered into a meaningless dream,
War hated those reckless bombs,
Stinking wretched trenches,
All those dead fetched by a worthless call,
Matchless war wanting them all tragically dead,
So Peace might stand on that shocked turf,
Flourish on those bloodied fields,
Bloom with blood red poppies,
Good nature rising for all it's worth,
Sprouting tombstone crops and fruiting bodies,
Row upon row of those generous marble yields,
Nourishing the wanting bossy earth,
Ripe with rotting horses and decaying men,
Terra firma aching to hear bluebirds sing again.





Saturday, March 24, 2018



March comes marching,
Desperately searching,
Seeking flamboyant spring,
Errant snow falling,
What drifting flakes will bring,
Cascading crystal tears,
Winter refusing,
Cold season still calling,
Old man stalling,
Blatantly clear,
What good cheer?
Gripping forlorn land,
Stripping hope with a feral hand,
Snow and ice nipping,
Clipping spring in the waiting bud,
Ardent April waiting round the anxious bend,
Gray skies dripping cold tears,
Winter reminding us,
All those wintry fears,
As the land goes hungry,
What a barren muss,
As the cruel north wind crows angrily,
What a fruitless growling fuss,
March comes tramping,
Parading and camping,
Lest we forget,
March is oft still winter time,
Old man beset,
Harassing northern climes,
With snow and ice and rime,
While cheery May waves,
Anchored by a distant future,
When new green leaves rave,
Where fresh eggs are born,
New fruit created on vibrant spurs,
New sweet grass grows then is shorn,
Quirky summer waits with its lively haste,
Knowing heat waves are her eccentric muse,
While harried March sits dormant and forlorn,
Reminding bemused winter of its haunting taste,
Around the cruel bend as wretched January taunts,
Pathetic February grappling with many arctic wants,
So gelid March waits unsated and berated,
Grooming the land with its familiar gaunt.



Friday, March 23, 2018



So It Is

Oh my!

Oh my!

Oh my!

God teasing us.

So it is . . .

So it is . . .

So it is . . . 




 

Tuesday, March 20, 2018



Kiss

That kiss,
your lips,
holding you,
in my arms,
your eyes,
your lips,
your kiss,
holding you,
in my heart,
we kiss,
our lips,
holding us,
deep in our souls,
your hips,
swaying to and fro,
away we go,
into some secret dream,
so it seems,
almost like true love,
almost like divine joy,
some kind of happiness,
bliss invading this ethereal place,
dreaming deep,
into your dreamy eyes,
touching you,
running my electric fingers,
gently around your glowing face,
we kiss,
our lips,
our hips,
our dreamy eyes,
no lies,
our masks,
slipping away,
every trace,
swept away,
into this honest place,
where love exists,
where love insists,
another kiss,
another touch,
another tender tryst,
with sweet love,
entwining our thoughts,
enmeshing our minds,
so veracious love finds,
your lips,
your kiss,
your eyes,
nothing amiss,
two hearts,
two minds,
two lovers,
sweet love somehow finds,
our lips,
our kiss,
our hips,
swaying together,
reminding us,
the moon is smiling,
the earth is spinning,
true love is grinning,
again and again,
as our lips,
such sweet kisses,
such tender touch,
it's not too much,
it's just us,
swaying together,
while music reminds us,
love is near,
love is here,
with us,
holding us together,
while a candle flame flickers,
to and fro,
and we know,
love has beckoned,
another kiss,
another touch,
it's not too much,
embracing us,
in this dream,
of ours,
so it seems,
our lips,
another kiss,
our hips,
nothing amiss,
while tender love,
blows out the swooning candle,
we came when love called,
and we fall,
we fall,
 we fall,
into a lovely mist,
that our beating hearts,
will surely handle.




Monday, March 19, 2018

 


God came to see me,
Once again in my waking dream,
Telling me not to waste my time,
Reminding me the sky so it seems,
Is vastly endless when viewed in our prime,
But precious time is not on our side,
There are unquestionably only so many sunsets,
Honestly only a limited number of full moon tides,
So many waking hours lined up for each person's life,
Just so much scheduled rectitude on this marginal ride.

Fiercely standing on a stony beach,
A stiff hard washed place in lonely Patagonia,
Regarding rise and fall of a grey sorrowful sea,
A wretched west wind trying to push me,
Tear me off that recklessly inspired turf,
Plow me beneath the angry pounding surf,
Drive me into that hungry tidal motion,
Force me into a deep relentless ocean.

God coaxed me closer,
Because I have not prayed enough,
Enticing me to the water's feral edge,
Wanting to wash away my earthly sins,
Tempting me to an untamed circumstantial ledge,
Knowing there are many great fish in the sea,
Knowing if I lingered long enough,
Like a broken and arrested bird,
Like some stranded forsaken seal pup,
In time a majestic whale would rise up,
Soar out of those cold black ocean tones,
Torpedo up onto those slick beach stones,
Engulf me with tooth-filled jaws while I cried in need,
Haul me helpless into the pitch of my incessant creed,
Carry my broken mortal body into that worrisome sea,
Devour me whole while I helplessly lament and plead.

God warned me,
God told me to mark my days,
Not to linger in one lazy throng,
Careful not to hesitate too damn long,
Because some aggressive force,
Some unimagined tragedy,
Some grievous farce,
Would rush up and rip me away,
Sweep me off that windswept beach,
In that temporal moment I would feed nature,
As surrendering nature guiltlessly feeds creatures,
Roar at me then while I am dragged down below,
While indulgent raucous gulls indolently soar overhead,
Taunting this wanting tellurian feature,
Rising effortless on those relentless windy sighs,
Gulls pleasing God and terrestrial nature,
Marking the days with their haunting cries.

God will simply advise us,
Remind us once or twice,
Perhaps awaken us thrice,
Before we are dead and gone with all our guises,
There are only so many blazing sunrises,
Only so many silvery full moon nights,
Only so many brilliant days and fruitful sights,
Only so many faithful days and so many goodbyes,
Only so many blessed hopes and joyful dreams,
Slated in the stars for our stately earthly finite lives.








Friday, March 16, 2018



Bison 

Big bull,
Standing strong,
On bald windswept,
Prairie in wintry March,
Big bull,
Dressed in his winter coat,
Nose pushed,
Down to the frozen ground,
Clipping short left overs,
Chewing micro bits and pieces,
Remnants of humdrum summer,
Big bull,
Watchful ancestors,
Built this continent,
Created this country,
After an ice age,
Ten thousand years,
Big bulls foraging,
Fat cows grazing,
Rambunctious calves gamboling,
Year after prairie year,
Grazing short grass,
Gardening across Eden's plain,
Cropping tall grass,
Building rich top soil,
Fifteen feet of copious black,
Loam worth more than oil,
Relating prayers over centuries,
Respecting prairie life,
Respectful of the sun,
Respectful of the rain,
Respectful of the winter snow,
Respectful of spring run-off,
Repeating prayers to the Creator,
Respectful stonecircles circumnavigating mother earth,
Big bull,
Such primal majesty,
All his cows ripe with life,
Feeding newborn calves,
Feeding mother earth,
Replenishing soil,
Replenishing grass,
Replenishing renewable resource,
Worth more than oil,
Worth more than oil,
Worth more than oil,
Big bull,
Thundering across the patient prairie,
Herds full of natural resource,
Deep pools of black oil,
Far beneath the grassy surface,

Where crude oil belongs,
Earth manifesting great oily pools of sacred ballast,
Lightning circumventing the ancient world,
White Buffalo Calf Woman bringing the pipe,
Sacredness walking the sacred earth,
Balancing grass and buffalo,
Ionizing sacred nature,
Agonizing over nature's destruction,
Conscripting meadow larks and prairie dogs,
Singing life into being,
Bringing dreams into ventures,
Big bull,
Wandering primordial songlines,
Watching each regenerative sun rise,
Witnessing every redeeming sun set,
Waning like the repetitive moon,
Rationality on the brink of destruction,
Sober God granting gracious life,
Symmetrical obstruction linking,
Inking equilateral destruction,
Blink sympathetic restructuring,
Big bull,
Pawing for millenia through ice and snow,

Cured sustenance from frozen earth,
Merciless wind whipping,
Tearing wispy strips,
Slashing the top off the land,
Big bull,
Thundering bulls, cows and calves,
Such a rich and blessed vision,
Worth more than crude oil,
Worth more than fractured oil,
Worth more than spilled oil,
Wakantanka told me so,
Millions of bison wandering sacred land.

Saturday, March 10, 2018




It's Snowing Again

I'm still here,
I'm the one that hasn't abandoned you,
I'm the one that has waited patiently for you,
Knowing full well you may never come to me,
Knowing full well I have put myself in jeopardy,
Knowing full well love is a crazy mistress,
I wonder how you truly think of me,
I know how you can be,
With other men,
Standing completely naked,
In front of them,
Stand there and say,
"You just want to fuck me",
If you stood in front of me,
Naked as a jay bird,
You know I would,
Fuck you,
But I'd not only fuck you,
I'd make love to you,
I'd make love with you,
And we would fuck,
And make love,
And I would look into your eyes,
And I would kiss you,
And tell you that I love you,
Again and again and again.

I'm in a dangerous place,
And it's snowing again,
How many men have patiently waited for you,
How many men have told you that they love you,
How many men have sent you love letters,
And it's snowing again,
And you call me again,
Teary eyed and crying,
And it's snowing again,
And I just want to hold you close,
And tell you that I love you,
And tell you that spring will come,
And the sun will shine,
And the blessed rain will come,
And wash away all your fears,
And love will lift you up again,
And love will let you know,
That I love you,
That I don't ever want to let you go,
That I love you,
And even though it's snowing again,
Love will come and take your hand,
And you will smile again,
And happiness will come,
And sing you songs again,
And joy will fill your heart,
Even though it's snowing again,
Even though we're so far apart.





Thursday, March 8, 2018



God pushing me,
From the day I was born,
Push push push,
Every second of every minute of every day,
Push push push,
With earth and fire and water,
Pushing me into the wilderness,
Pulling me back into this challenging world,
Pushing me and pulling me,
Pushing into the lonely desert,
Pulling me back again,
With music and light,
Pushing me into poverty,
Pulling me down,
Reminding me I am only human,
Not a Starman at all,
Pushing me over cliffs,
Pushing me into deep canyons,
Pulling me into the sea,
Beneath the surface of the deep ocean,
Pushing me with my lion heart,
Shoving me into traffic,
Pulling me out of danger,
Time and time and time again,
Whispering in my sapient ear,
Every second of every minute of every day,
Pushing towards the edge of difficulty,
Pulling me back from the brink of death,
Pushing and pulling me,
Like a marionette,
Cutting my strings at times,
Watching me flounder,
Allowing me to dance,
All on my very own,
Pushing into blazing fire,
Watching me sizzle and burn,
Raking me out again,
Into cooling waters,
Pushing me under,
Pulling me down,
Watching me drown,
Time after time after time,
Rescuing me,
Just before I gasp,
My last breath,
Pushing me t'wards the burning gates of hell,
Pulling me back to Eden's flourishing dell,
Pushing me over the rakish edge,
Pulling me away with a blessed rope,
Telling me patience is my friend,
Reminding me I am only human,
Born into this earthly body,
Born with this beating heart,
Born with this divine soul,
God is always pushing me,
Reveling in his supreme universe,
Pulling all of us down to earth,
Pushing all of us into life,
Reminding each of us we are only human,
Reminding us about God's spiritual plan,
Balancing along a keen periphery,
Pushing us into strife,
Reminding each of us,
A razor sharp and deadly knife,
Parity on a cutting edge,

Seeking equilibrium,
Reminding us we are only human,
Reminding us only love can save us,
Reminding us about our sacred lives,
Sacred dwelling on this earth,
Venerated by God we live,
God's gracious divinity,
God's generous ability,
 What our Creator freely gives,
Every precious breath we take,

Truly precious God's,
All the love we feel,
Straight from God,
Holiness pushing us,
Forgiving our earthly sin,
Without God we are nothing,
Without God there is nothing,
God's omnipotent wisdom,
Pushing us to clearly see,
Pulling us into love,
Pushing us into life,
Pulling us back to heaven,
Pushing us to live life again,
Pulling me back into celestial me,
Pushing you to be celestial you,
Pulling us together me and thee,
Pushing us all to be celestial and free.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018



Heyoka

I have set myself on fire,
I am Heyoka,
A whirlwind is breathing,
Seething life into smoldering embers,
My moccasins are smoking,
My red-yellow feet are scorching,
My hair has all burned off,
Self-immolation is vying,
Trying to heal me,
Holy Spirit is trying to cure me,
I have been peeled,
Cooking myself,
Boiling my flesh and bones,
Churning in this crass stew,
My dissolute foolish soul,
Conceding my black tongue,
Allowing my blistering feet,
Tolerating my blazing hands,
Permitting my bubbling eyes,
Pressure cooking all my bones and meat,
Disjointed filaments falling into pieces,
My violated extra-terrestrial self,
Thundering beneath my soluble red-yellow feet.


Why am I such a deplorable fool?
My mind is turning to pumice,
My heart is recycling to caustic ash,
God is laughing at me again,
Demons are pointing crooked bony fingers,
Cackling and taunting me again,
Love has abandoned me again,
Sanity has flown the coop,
Staring down at my incinerated self,
Where my red-yellow feet should be,
My recluse spirit is only seeing remnants,

Cloven hooves,
Leaving elk tracks around the fire.

I am Heyoka,
Vomiting smoking words and burning phrases,
Spewing torrid power onto sacred ground,
Torching myself again,
Roasted in a pillar of salty truth,
All my foolish gibbous ways,
Falling down the rabbit hole again,
Plummeting over the precipice,
Knowing not even a Thunderbird can rescue me,
Knowing I have vanished into a reckless void,
Knowing that feckless love will surrender,
Magic will never catch me as I fall,
Knowing that I've tragically gone blind,
Knowing that lamentably once and for all,
I've truly lost my grievous mind.

Monday, March 5, 2018



Red Road

That particularly gray day,
When black Judas,
Unexpectedly dropped,
Spellbound to say,
To tell me,
About a river of fresh blood,
Running down,
Streaming like some prayer,
Storming along a new pathway,
Centered along the red road,
Just north,

Where the red,
Road sharply turned,
Taking a western scarlet curve,
Carving a sacred path,
Straight to my yellow hovel door,
Poor Judas,
Knocking three times,
First rapping,
Rather lightly,
When no body,
Come and see,
What matter,
Curious Judas,
Banging louder,
Still no damning answer,
Standing aloof listening,
My roof and porch glistening,
Opening his deaf right ear,
Quietly absorbed there,
For a thousand years,
As the wind whipped,
Lashing old memories,
Judas hung there,
Another hundred decades,
Feeling some thing,
An incorrigible mess,
Some thing terrible,
Historically amiss,
Perhaps a horrible test,
Sadducees may have,
Been and come again,
Stealth in the madness of the night,
Perhaps a ruckus,
Men searching for wealth,
It was rumoured,
Since that day,
Born a stable birth,
Those adored golden idols,
Amethyst amulets with pearl eyes,
Brazed into my sacred heart,
But we all know,

Rumours,
How they can be,
Sometimes they're just a pack,
Of silver tongued lies,
Words stacked and spoken,
Feeding packs of hungry wolves,
Searching for fresh meat,
No one knows for sure,
No one living,
Knew for certain,
Turning hearts into stone,
We all know,
Rumours,
Granitic and rigid can be,
Sometimes like gutted fish,
Assembled entrails,
Resembling butchered remains,
Of sheep and goats,
Spilled haphazardly,
Spewed recklessly,
Daringly across the Emperor's marble floor,
Prepared necromancers,
Scaling myth from metamorphic stone,
Handsomely made,
Sculpted sandstone ones,
Richly paid in rubies and jade,
Inspecting a slimy mess,
Picking through emerald bits,
Sticking to timely pieces,
Prancing on shining cloven hooves,
Narrating shimmering mythological slag,
Counting profound diamonds and stars,
Fastidious plastic smiles,
Plastered on haunted faces,
Such a rancid lot,
Faking glorious stories,
Recounting splendid lyrics,
Pacifying their rakish King,
Coveting all that dissolute perfume,
Hording silk and gold,
Ice reflected in their bloodshot eyes,
Magnificence standing in some great hall,
Pointing up to the stormy sky,
Reciting line,
After perverted line,
Ringing out,
Singing out,
Loud exhortations,
Supreme leader reclining,
Unblemished virgins born,
Slaves to the corrupt kingdom,
Peeling green grapes,

Slicing sweet peaches,
Carefully stripping soft skins,
Slipping juicy morsels,
Past the Emperor's curled,
Stiff conniving lips,
So stories often told,
Relating oily fish,
Rich savory recipes,
Served under a golden palace ceiling,
Court and Courtiers bowing beneath that plafond,
Courteously smiling,
Crippled with all their false smiles,
Corpulent snickering,
While their King's wide lips,
Snidely parting,
Oh proud and Imperial Emperor,
Reclining on his broad embroidered couch,
Resolutely farting,
Oh how the noble court loved,
Such a stinking royal smell,
Politely they sniggered,
Lord and Master,
Calling for more rich wine,
Sorcery befalling the King,
Dreams of divine tales imparted,
Impaled by venomous serpent fangs,
Installed by steaming bovine entrails,
Spinning chaff into golden threads,
Inviting a Majesty`s delight,
Delightfully continuing to suckle,
Reveling the rich taste of the Royal teat,
We all intuitively know,
How intrusive rumours start,
First whispered,
Almost placid,
In basic time,
Shortly down that reckless line,
Turning acid,
So back in that other lurch,
Blinking Judas stood,
Mystic on my fool porch,
Confused and wond'ring,
"Is something the matter",
Perhaps the Mad Hatter,
Had swung by again,
Perhaps I had truly gone,
Down the rabbit hole again,
Jealous Judas banged,
Harder on my alcove door,
"Lord",
Standing thinking,
"Lord",
Wond'ring is he even there,
Judas hung there,
Refracted by some perfect light,
Seemed like such a long retractable time,
Through wars and revolutions,
Dreaming so many nightmares,
Poor insatiable Judas waited,
Sorrowful but feeling sated,
After such a long time,
Hanging there alone,
Dangling he waited,
Enduring centuries,
Cured by the angry wind,
Thankfully dawn came again,
Morning sun was rising in the vibrant east,
Upanishads whispered restitution,
Kissing Judas' left ear,
"Judas, let yourself down friend",
"Turn yourself around three times",
"Let yourself in",
So my old friend Judas,
Strangled by his lasting thoughts,
Straightened his stretched neck,
Severing that twisted rope,
Which had tethered him,
Restrained to another sad spot,
Gathering his ghostly courage,
Banging hard against my outer door,
"Are you there?",
Judas shouted,
"The sun has blinded me",
"Lord",
"I'm not sure if you care",
"But pray",
"I've come to tell you",
"There is a river of blood",
"Running up to your hovel door",
Judas spoke in dulcet tones,
Thinking about that muddled zone,
"Perhaps he's gone back into the wilderness",
"Searching for some of his lost desert things",
Finally the feral sun had set,
Rising again three days later,
Judas slowly opened,
Cracked that battered creaking door,
Entering,
"Hello",
"Lord",
"Are you there",
Judas was want to say 'lord' a lot,
And 'lordy lordy',
And 'oh my lord',
Even exclaiming,
'Holy cow",
And 'Jesus H Christ',
When things struck him as odd,
As people often pointed,
Crooked fingers,
Disjointed at the like,
Speaking as if he were dead,
At dreaded times,
Cursing poor Judas,
When things weren't going their way,
Some unhappy reason,
When sharks flew,

Through open windows at night,
Slipping and swimming,
Past door posts painted red,

Splashed with fresh blood,
Gnashing sharp shark teeth,

Ripping out children's hearts,
Devouring camels and horses,
Ingesting faith and dogma,
They might crave,
Raving once or twice,
Throughout depraved history,
Those ravenous ruthless flying sharks,
Letting themselves into the Palace den,
Mercilessly devouring all the King's horses,
All the King's men,
But I'm going off,
On a streaming tangent,
Excuse me for my transgressions,
I'm sure even depreciated Humpty Dumpty,
Would appreciate me,
Getting it together again,
So while I'm pushing buttons,
I'll continue leading Dick and Jane,
Down the garden path,
Hopefully faithful Spot,
Still happily following,
Hairy tail wagging,
As I continue this contrite,
Recounting this nagging tale,
Back to poor Judas,
Entering my dark little cave,
That intrepid man stepped in,
Peering through the din,
Wondering what might pop up,
Stopping for a split second,
Contemplative Judas thought,
Perhaps he heard voices,
Was I speaking,
Wondering quietly,
Quieted by his traveling thoughts,
Unraveling words,
Like tangled prayers,
Nothing was stirring,
Not even a church mouse,
But once again,
There it was,
Some odd chorus,
Like a distant choir,
Or some chanting,
Judas wasn't quite sure,
Tentatively he advanced,
Just a cautious step,
Belied by his sepulchre trance,
"Lord are you there",
Entranced in that dark atmosphere,
Judas daring,
Opening wide his eyes,
Adjusting to that regal din,
Advancing there,
Stubbing his big Judas toe,
Banging it hard,
Clanging against an old pair of sticks,
Pieces of ruptured wood,
"Ouch",
"Damn",
Judas exclaimed,
Staring down at the crutched floor,
Those pieces of broken wood,
Laying there crossed by the door,
Partially blocking the Appian way,
"Lord are you there",
Judas called out again,
Words peeling back the mystic dark,
Vanquishing the esoteric din,
"Holy Moses",
Judas whispered under his capria breath,
"What in heaven's name",
Judas capitulating,
"What prophesy in here",
Light seemed to appear,
Impetuosity entering that darkened room,
"Jeez",
Judas blurted,
"What an odd smell",
Judas spoke to himself,
Which he often did,
Judas being alone in every way,
Dwelling forever in his dark personal hell,
Judas ventured forth,
One bold step,
Second adventurous step,
Third questing step,
Forward then briskly,
Risking one giant step,
Backward,
Clasping his right hand,
Crossing his gaping mouth,
Eyes wide open,
Judas stood gasping,
Staring blindly into that dark cave,
"Lord! Oh lord!",
Some shape,
Resembling a shrouded man,
Deathly still,
Prostrate on the bed,
Judas peered closer,
Daring one step closer still,
Light glowed,
Ringing that shrouded man's head,
Sweet perfume filled that electrified atmosphere,
Smoking frankincense and myrrh,
Judas recalling kosher fragrance,
All those self-possessed times in the temple,
Vested priests striding through billowing smoke,
Naming names,
Benedictions to God,
Prostrating themselves
Oh Holy of Holies,
Prayers that priests chant,

Invoking,
God Almighty,
God's glorious munificence,
Temple walls shook mightily,
Reverberating with those supreme refrains,
Something attained,
Something gained,
Judas wasn't quite sure,
Angels perhaps,
Yes!
Angels surely resolving,
Evolving Judas in revolution,
Turning to that restitutive exit,
Gladness filling his heart,
Judas had once existed,
Petitioning,
Judas deeply breathed,
Crossing a cavernous threshold again,
Another remarkable exodus,
Rare for simple man,
Another withdrawal,
Reversely taking leave,
Upholding going forth,
Another egress,
Another pardoned parting,
Another fond farewell,
Another ritual goodbye,
Another escapeway,
Another passage into daylight,
Following that red river of blood,
Still repeating prayers,
Along the yellow path,
His heart felt heavy,
Yet Judas knew,
Deep in his variegated soul,
Darkness diminished a little,
Judas recognized his Guardian Angel,
Trekking with him,
Telling him about heaven,
Reminding him to take heart,
Light sometimes joins the world,
Kindness and compassion sometimes prevails,
Opening the hearts of humankind,
Fragments of dear hope,
Keeping the world in tow,
Judas gathered his courage,
Settling his bewildered mind,
Leaving another message,
Knowing few honest places,
Where he might ever be welcome,
Time had charged him with indiscretion,
Epochs had not been kind to him,
Centuries of rumour had taken a toll,
If only truth be known,
Judas' jealousy had grown,
Love destroyed him,
As love often does,
So many abhorred him,
Even those that should show compassion,
Detesting his jealous misguided investment,
Seven deadly sins,
Even angels sometimes digress,
Yet poor Judas had wandered alone,
Day and night,
Night and day,
Eternally wondering,
Never knowing what he should say,
Yet a new message,
Reducing storms into clouds,
Thus a new dawn approached,
Two Marys prepared my body,
Washing away my encrusted human sins,
Wrapping me in clean white shrouds,
Knowing my soul would depart in three days,
Rising to another distant realm,
Fear taking people to advent places,
They would otherwise never go,
Love has torn us apart,
Not for the first time,
Love has been ripped to pieces,
Love has been carelessly tossed,

Into the ravenous lion's den,
So many irrelevant times,
What is that elevated mocking,
Who is it that knocking,
Rapping on my hovel door,
With nothing to say,
Is it the Angel of death calling,
Or that raven haired succubus,
That I find so appealing,
All the obvious signs,
Point to me,
Dwelling there,
I've lived with myself,
Died by myself,
Existing through life after life,
Enduring death after death,
Managing all my human feelings,
Sorting through all my spiritual emotions,
Only my guardian Angels knelt,
Only my green-eyed succubus,
Truly knows how love dwelt,
Truly knows about life and guilt ,
Truly knows about death's rigid deals,
Knows how poor Judas truly felt,

Only knows how shrouded man truly feels.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018



It's Just Love

It's just love,
Why so much fuss?
It's not a million dollars,
It's not war or some other broken trust,
Love always betrays us,
I'm drowning in deep off-shore waters,
Love can leave us destitute,
Love can leave us hungry,
My soul seems somehow restitute,
Mountains seem so much taller,
Love will leave us starving,
I don't eat much anymore,
I wonder if I should call her,
But everything is black,
I don't see any light shining,
From any nearby shore,
I wonder if I should retrace my tracks,
But I don't see sense anymore,
Love leaves us thirsting,
I'm so thirsty for her love I'm hurting,
I'm wand'ring alone now in some barren desert,
I'm going insane now with all this raving,
Love will leave us dying in a busy street,
Love will leave us crying no matter who we meet,
It's her love that I am craving,
I wonder who she's met,
I wish that love would save me,
I wonder who she'll meet,
Floundering I'm pale,
White as a pallid sheet,
I feel like an erupting volcano,
I thought this was something I could stand,
But I've truly gone insane, oh!
I don't have feet or legs now,
I'm just spewing caustic ash,
I don't have arms or hands,
I've lost my fucking mind,
That's my real fear,
Lucidity will never rescue me,
Sanity will never be true or kind,
I'm vomiting so much moonstruck trash,
High into love's desolate atmosphere,
Wrapped in all this drastic plastic,
I can't breathe anymore,
My inner core has gone completely spastic,
I'm tortured by this confusing haze now,
I tried to get up and run,
But I can't think or see or hear now,
I'm lost in cerebral space somehow,
Orbiting love's corrosive sun.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018



One day,
Some day,
Far into the future,
When age has caught up to you,
Finally waking up with you,
When the sun rises one morning,
When you open your eyes and realize,
You are suddenly an old woman,
I hope at that moment,
You think back,
Reminded while you dry away your tears,
Such a myriad of consequence,
Over all those finite years,
Familiar memories come flooding back to you,
Rushing memories bringing you back to this very time,
When I rhymed for you,
When I loved just you,
Wanting to see you,
Watch you rise and shine,
Perhaps you'll realize,
Fate took you by the hand,
Climbing with you,
Guiding you from this very place,
Helping you to know,
Helping you to grow,
Nurturing you with its varied stance,
Leading you out of the wilderness,
Into an amazing time and place,
Charging your electrified life,
When I wished you all of the suns blessings,
When I hoped the silver moon,
Would trace rings around your wondrous life,
Such fragrant time on planet earth,
When this aging man hoped to hold your hand,
Lead you across this rocky land,
From one sacred spring,
To the next deep pool of generosity,
Down a perfumed garden path,

Overflowing with generous herbs and flowers,
Where all this unfolding mystery,
Wends its growing way,
Winding from one blooming garden,
Looking through another window,
Finding another blossoming windrow,
Showering your gentle soul,
With all my heartfelt prayers,
Promising you always the very best,
Oh radiant you,
Oh precious you,
May God lavish you,
With all those many blessings,
May you have everything,
Ripe fruit and sweet rice to eat,
May exotic birds and glorious nature,
Visit you every single day of your treasured life,
Gift you with perfect dreams,

Bless you with joy and happiness,
Fill your compassionate heart,
May bounteous life lift you,
Raise your charitable spirit,
Reaching great heights next to you,
Setting you apart,

Adored in the eyes of benevolent humankind,
Adorning you with garlands of fragrant flowers,
Colourful wreaths dressing your beautiful hair,
Surrounding you always with every happiness,
Every loving joy,
Letting you find heaven,
Letting you discover true love,
While your Angels take you by the hand,
Lead you on your admirable journey,
To loving God above.

You don't need to call me,
I don't need to hear your voice,
I don't need to hear you say,
You don't need me,
You don't love me,
I don't need your thank you's,
Or your sorry apologies,
I know I'm much too old for you,
You never loved me anyway,
I'm not answering my phone anymore,
I don't need to hear your voice,
I'm closing the door again,
Hoping all my pain and sorrow,
Will finally go away,
I'm letting a swift river,
Carry me over the falls,
Where I should have fallen,
So long ago,
I'm the one that isn't needed here,
I'm the one that love has avoided,
So don't call again,
Don't ever come here,
Or knock on my door again,
Forget about ragged me,
Forget you ever knew me,
Forget I ever said  I love you,
The sun will still come up,
The stars will continue to shine,
My time here is almost over anyhow,
I hear God calling me from heaven now,
I only wish you a happy life,
Filled with nothing but generous love,
Perfect joy and happiness,
I know you never wanted me,
You'll understand someday,
I know I'm not the one you want,
You'll see that I was right,
Saying goodbye one last time,
With my broken heart,
So don't call me again,
I'm turning around,
I'm walking away,
I don't need to hear your voice,
I know you have some other plan,
I know your heart was never mine,
You never let me dream with you,
You never let me hold your hand,
So my love don't think of me again,
I am gone now,
Soaring with the colours of the wind,
I've closed love's door,
You won't hear or see me anymore,
I hope you find your true love someday,
I hope someday you'll understand,

I truly loved you,
But in my heart,
I know you never wanted me,
In my heart I knew you'd never say,
I'll always love you,

In my heart I knew you'd never stay,
I'm letting you off the hook this sorry day,

I'm trying to let you go,
As gently as I can,
I don't know any other way,
To say goodbye,
I have to follow another dream now,
Just like you do too,
I never wanted to cage you,
I'm letting you go free,
I only wanted to love you,
I knew all along you'd never want me,
I knew all along you could never love me,
So I'm setting you free,
The only way I know how,
I hope you can understand,
I  know you'll never miss me,
I know you never wanted me to hold your hand,
I finally clearly see,
I made such a grave mistake,
Falling in love with you,
Letting my heart be trapped by love,
Such a grievous error,
I hope you'll never make this same mistake,
But I know you have already too,
Just like so many of us do.

Monday, February 26, 2018



I'm holding my miserable face,
Clasped by my wretched hands,
Why oh why?
Won't raspy worrisome love,
Just give me an honest chance?
Give it up for good dick,
You're such an undeserving prick,
Love's a mean heartless trick,
Immortal love just has to accept,
This is what divine God intends.

Partitioned adept love rends,
Intimate love into particles,
Touched by the finger of God,
Intimate love rescinded,
I've finally surrendered,
I'll never ever win,
I'm being stood up,
Against a separating bloody wall,
Paraded into that renowned open-air square,
Under orders there's an assembled firing squad,
Cocking loaded weapons,
Squad leader holding erect,
Hovering above his bereft crown,
Such an intriguingly fine silver saber,
At any moment he'll deftly bring it down,
No drawn grimace or dreaded fear or downcast frown,
Upon that Captain's relentless face,
Unfriendly fire arresting love's misguided labour,
Love's bullets pierce my already bleeding heart,
Mercy cannot be bought or tempted,
Redemptive love surely keeping us apart,
Corrupt angles have tentatively won,
What ever scientific method,
Inquisitive love might employ,
Watching me bleed,
Hemorrhage in this one-sided exchange,
Stars and the changing universe,
Undoubtedly will implode,
Long before my heart cracks,
Manifesting love's eclectic tracks,
Ravishing love marking all these ages,
Such electric love with its darling ethic.

Careless Pluto itself,
Questionably realized,
Platonic notions and periodic guns,
Bursting with exploding intentions,
Erupting like patriotic fireworks,
Showering my patronymic corpse,
Lying inert marked by those galactic sums,
Resolving my thirsting atomic self,
Removing comatose existential love,
Far above God's transitory planetary shelf,
Absolved by that crazed involved figment,
Held so colourfully long,

So resentfully hard,
In my love accosted brain,
Dissolving every costly atom,
Treading carefully love's foolish gulf,
Burying every steady part of me,
Readily denying my impending execution,
Love's evolution imprisoned once again,
Prayers and incantations cannot change,
Love's cantankerous challenging refrain,
Quarrelsome revolution frozen by love's demanding reign,
Misled and lost with love's boundless glacial game.

Checkmate Venus,
Castled by Mars,
Love's demons are wildly dancing,
Prancing naked across love's checkered floor,
Romance deeply inhaled in all those feral pieces,
Mistakenly moving my shining knight,
Taking one final breath,
Necromancy so wantonly wrong,
Nothing more,
Rumplestiltskin's sullen chant,
Nothing in store,
Alchemists shifting sifted love into lead,
Nothing lifted in that acidic rift,
Revealing no mystical golden lore,
Gifted standing stones are crumbling,
Bumbling idiots are tumbling,
Clowns cheer that rumbling throng,
Love's cruel nature knew the sordid truth all along,
Magic is honestly fake,
 Rakish love's wishes are achingly wrong,
Dissolute logic has recommended,
Love's tragic hurtful stick,
Pummeling love's busted fragile carafe,
Grinding this roundly messed up trick,
Pricking my imaginary love balloon,
Saluting love's entranced death squad,
Beheading what was once a wild beautiful giraffe,
Bending my complacent universe so abruptly,
Charging reason with salacious fraud,
Grounding every last fruitful hope,
Still remaining in this regretful room.

Dust into dust,
Dissolving trusted reason,
Treasonous love,
Involving these encrusted solutions,
Roaming my mortal prison,
Bombing love's brick and mortar decisions,
Banishing every atom and molecule,
Love might ever again recognize,
Back to the beginning of reckless time,
Where not even God will realize,
True love could never have been truly mine,
Painful moments are making it pour cold rain,
Confusion has garroted me again,
Delusion executing my twitching remains,
Vanity either let me free,
Or set me on hell's fiery train,
Self-immolation may be my only choice,
Restitution has arrived,
Indemnity has been vexed,
Hexed by love as I slowly die.

Calling out to loving God,
Wond'ring if everything,
Might be better in the novel morning,
Summoning love's creator,
Resembling ardor in my trembling voice,
Love has lost all these determined games,
Here on in how can I ever be the same?
Heaven respecting my sorry shame,
Surrendering I'm throwing in the towel,
Turning my tortured face t'wards the accepting sun,
Lamentably receptive taking my final bow,
Love has so effortlessly won,
Virtually rounding up this final rapacious sum,
I'm cutting out my ground-up resentful heart now,
Removing every single trace,
Severing every braided string,
Knowing my pierced heart isn't anything.
 

Nothing I could ever do,
Love can certainly never be true,
Though I know I still love you,
Truly love only you,
I'm not answering my phone anymore,
I'm forever locking errant love out,
Making sure I slam shut every reckless door,
I'm forever done with all this restless love,
I can't withstand love's remorseless pain,
I don't need foolish love,
Want ridiculing love anymore,
Crassly peeling grapes in my marred brain,
Reeling now I'm lying to my scarred self,
Hiding burning love away,
Concealing love next to my charred ceiling,
High upon my tallest shelf,
Perhaps I'll never mention burlesque love again,
Blind myself so I'll never be reminded of unfair love again,
Pierce my ear drums so if love ever dares to call,
I'll simply never hear that unwelcome pall,
Nor remember love,
Ever recall love the same again,
I'll not allow myself to stumble or fall,
Stalled by love's vicious one-sided game again,
I'm pleading,
I thought execution might save me,
I'm still desiring,
Why am I always finding myself in such distress?
I'm quietly needing,
I'd hoped shrouded love might finally reveal itself to me,
I'm secretly wanting,
Crying over unrequited love,
Weeping so many blessed times,
Mired in this crowded loveless haunting mess,
Love is such a cruel heartless mistress,
I confess I'm such a trussed up disaster,
Love simply laughs,

Roiling with all love's vicious taunting.

Friday, February 23, 2018



Naked Again

I'm sitting here expressively naked again,
Playing with all my crude abessive words,
All these impressive lewd thoughts,
Steaming out of my imbued pen,
All these rude images,
So many smashed rotten potatoes,
Decorated bowls heaped with mashed curds,
All these crashed stage coach dreams again,
Wild horses charging through my rusty brain,
All these dusty fire breathing dragons,
Wagon load after wagon load after wagon load,
All these bashed strong boxes full of silver and gold,
Padlocks busted with those stashed boxes wide open again.

Naked me squeezed into a rash public forum,
Dreaming about splashing dance hall girls,
All decked out in dashing flashy decorum,
What a gnashing garden salad,
Dressed with passionate oil and vinegar,
Tossed in a clashing bowl turned from an impressive burl,
No clothes on the master again in this public place,
Not a stitch or a thread sewing my grubby lips closed,
Only a fountain of pubic hilarity,
Trash just seems to come faster,
No cash or flashy menu on the table,
Lashing a vacant stare to my empty face,
Heaven knows where this wanton soup,
This creamy pot of wanting mixed up stew,
Where in heaven's name does wonton come from?
If only in my mixed up dreams I were able,
Perform recitation or palatable recipes that are yum,
Adding some sense to this spicy sum,
Naked I'm roosting there with my bare bum,
Exposed in that open air theatre,
Reposed in clothes that are invisibly magic,
Midst all those patronizing giggles and stares,
They all seemed rather tragic,
A fiery scenario being so nude with so much to tell,
Feeling I was perched next to those reckless gates of hell,
Flushed I was sweating by that devilish heater,
When I strolled into that sordid place,
Even though I was overtly naked,
For some reason I didn't feel awfully crude,
But the waitress refused to speak to me,
Ignoring me she wouldn't bring a menu,
A dapper guy properly seated across from me,
Such a well-dressed fellow his stoppered nose in the raspy air,
Sat staring craftily for a brief micro-second,
Standing I'm sure he deftly reckoned,
He'd adeptly resort to a more palatial venue,
A trite more conservatively lit establishment,
I marveled at the remaining tolerant crowd,
I was mainly hungry patiently waiting for a waitress,
Strutting she tramped by several times,
Glancing the opposite way even as I beckoned,
Finally she threw me a mean look plus a clean shirt,
I thought for one Colleen moment,
She might like to bend or flirt,
But she flipped me the bird,
Oh she was so snippy and proud,
I sat still half dressed at my table,
Twiddling my three thumbs as I am so verily able,
Weird notions traveling through my lucid mind,
Images of my long lost ocean lover,
Such a pelagic ravishing beautiful gal,
My what a memorable adventurous mistress!

Having donned that white clinical shirt,
At least then I'd sported an impartial cover,
Somehow I felt I was wrapped in a bit of a funk,
For a moment I almost had my partially trapped feelings hurt,
Watching those boisterous patrons nearly crapped,
White knuckled they chuckled and twittered and laughed,
Eyeing me lurching there as if we were seated in church,
I'm sure they thought I was quite drunk,
That particular evening the restaurant was busy,
But the wretched service was ridiculously slow,
With that nervous place understaffed,
I kept to my space my meticulous self,
Which is so preposterously normal,
Waiting to order some crispy fries,
Perhaps a fresh crisp salad or savory soup,
 That auspicious place wasn't fancy,
Nothing ambitious or fancily formal,
Just a fictitious small town dance and dive,
Occasionally musicians would show up to play,
At times other officious performers brayed,
Once or twice even a piceous trance group swayed,
But I'm getting ahead of my lubricious self,
Although the service was bad I decided to stay,
Meat and potatoes weren't mentioned on the scant menu,
Just a small town burger joint not very nutritious really,
Patiently I waited wanting to be filled,
Hoping that inofficious pretty one-eyed waitress,
Might invite me later to her babelicious place,
Auspiciously hopeful for a repetitious roll in the hay,
I guess her unpitious schedule was full though,
She suspiciously passed me by each time,
Squeezing tightly her stacked bulging menus.

Being an ambitious poet of sorts,
I thought perhaps I'd stand and slam a few lines,
So I rose at my articulate place,
Pheniciously naked from my kinkled waist down,
A humongous smile,
Wasted on my plaster face,
My rapacious mind was racing,
Frantically I tried to recall a few rhymes,
My knees began quaking,
Suddenly I felt like a clown,
Shaking again in public,
Faking it again,
Abruptly baking as it happened,
Armed with only my terse publican lines,
As I glanced around that fine room,
All those inclined faces were staring,
Not a person was clapping,
I was turning bright red,
Feeling like an out of place rapamune goon,
At that audacious point I realized,
I should have stayed home in my comfortable bed,
Where I would have been quite happy,
I could have silently laid down,
Resting my head.

My ears they were ringing,
Some strange music and singing was suddenly blaring,
That laundered shirt I'd been wearing,
Abruptly vanished all too soon,
Again I was stark naked,
Standing upright all on my own,
The crowd they seemed anxious,
Some people were frowning,
More than a few even groaned,
Some laughed hysterically,
Thinking my fuss was just clowning,
In fact while I stood there all mussed,
Naked and shivering in that unforeseen cold,
I felt like I was drowning,
Realizing my body was adoringly bare,
My taut six pack was showing,
I felt another large part of me growing,
Respectfully I bowed to the crowd,
Attentively making my way to the door,
My tight little ass wiggled as I walked,
I'm sure everyone stared,
I tangoed my way politely,
Delectably crossing the tiny dance floor,
Stepping delightfully naked into an arrested street,
I heard that aroused crowd behind me,
Give a permeating cheer.

Divested I strode up that vacant western avenue,
Invested I knew I had no one to meet,
Keeping my thoughts abreast of my crested self,
Digesting my restless frustrating stage fright,
Swallowing my regressive fear,
I thought to my obsessive self,
Why the heck was I feeling so excessively blue?
Dreaming all my impressive naked dreams,
That never expressly ever come true,
Reminding myself I should have worn something different,
Besides adorning an Emperors invisible clothes,
What a boring intrinsic composing ass,
Soaring naked past signs which always read,
'Keep your bare ass off the grass'
Approaching heaven one truly knows,
Imposing dreams cruelly fold and mold,
An opposing naked self finally dressed at last,
Reeling in my stitched-up poetic mind,
Feeling richly poor instead I find,
 Reminding myself I should have responsively said,
"Folks, just try to be kind",
"Someday we're all certainly naked and dead".

So with my rare stage coach thoughts still squealing,
Still wheeling through my silly head,
Heading west into another fading sunset,
Lest dreaming dreams up another jaded poem,
Envisioning one day I'd finally find myself unstressed,
Undressing forever my Bohemian pressive self,
I'd finally leave all that naked dread,
Finally arriving sated and naked,
Resting safely at home.