Monthly Archives: November 2013


ONCE again, as night falls
and I quiver from the pain
of absolute lonlieness
my heart races toward
unseen places —
where do I go
to find that place
where broken hearts
die alone
I fear —
fear the answer
such is my mind
to realize —
in death we gain
the love we lost



WHETHER the floating begins at night
or surprises my heart within the day
my floating rises above the skies
and always ends with you at my side

So very gentle is the lift —
that soft and warm nudge at the start
its honey and thick and warm — like your heart
we float above and away with all its brought

I’m floating away
away with you
floating inside
the love of you

We’re soaring so close
close to the sun
it’s flames embracing
our souls as one



YES it is so very tender
fragile to the touch
what a breath could break
but somehow — I do not know —
with you I trust

So tread so softly upon my heart
tip-toe across emotions like a ghost
and always remember this the most —
love is indestructable but not my heart


I PACE my life in measured stride
and face my strive — pleasure aside
and though I know the pain of love
it soothes the ache within my soul



MY reproduction of love
so precise in detail
your sister distorted
intentionally ordered

Some say you are a fake
but truth becomes your right
in hyperreal distortion
I claim you as my own

Millennium have tried
to reproduce true nature
but in my century of pose
such claims took hold

Sorrowful metallic tears unfold
— facing naked prejudice
life is complete! — besides
composition of carbon or steel

You live but don’t breath
and eat but don’t thirst
and sleep but don’t dream
complete me you complete you

Some have asked a famous line:
do androids dream
of electric sheep
yes and more — such is love


THAT southern air
and voices in the moss
where damp shadow feeds soil
for the small things
on the muddy banks of bayou
— such girls bask in the humid sun drink
that softens the glare

Gently floating pirogues
gliding through brown-green
waters —
some fisherman smiles at taunt fishing lines
oh majestic tragic enchanted world — sings Canjun
although high-tech peppers the air and ground
her spirits remain above and below and evenly round

Sunrise greets
those wonderous
Great Egrets —
gliding on golden light
and sunsets bring
such mysterious
to vibrant hearts


WE do not know why death grips the soul
in our innocence we play-tell — a know
but in our beds within a dark room
we fear the answer even though it hides
Why does truth cower in darkness —
like a beacon of light it should guide our path
but when it comes to the big ending — it hides
So I confess that such a thing as death —
is more a coward than the littlest of man
And that being such as it is my faint hearted ones
in truth we tower above the darkness that engulfs us
and the light within is a greater truth than death


I CHANCED upon an exquisite
puzzle one day
it was tiny in size
and easy to touch
I didn’t want to
figure it out
but just to hold
I turned it this way
–that way
–anyway it would move
and at times interlocking
pieces would come and go
eventually I closed my eyes
and relied on touch and faith
and found it much easier
to navigate —
life is such that way



A TIDE swells
like love or fear
— excavate an
emotional trench
like prophylactic
or shield
we place our heart
in that bastille


‘IF’ — the word of choice
for ‘Us” to be the most
separated by option…

An illusion for confusion
Remove the mind —
and receive the soul

How many lovers stumble
broken syntax in motion
a bruise makes the heart humble