ATTITUDES ACRO0SS TIME

Complications arise in every supplication
I lack the insight to understand your ways
Like church bells standing steadfast and tall
Your eyes rise up to meet the skies

I yearn to share words and hold the hand
That guides the pen across the page
Ink flowing from the thinking-feeling minds
Of a world too often silenced

I see Emily in a skirt, dancing through the night
Oh, my Dickinson fantasy!
Let me help you pull the weeds from your garden
As I offer the words of a swollen sky
Watch them leap up onto your silver feet
In a frantic melody that pulses with life

They say that all good things must end
But I pray every single day
That your beating heart will keep burning bright
Forever illuminating your smile
Even when anguish tortures the soul

:: 03.29.2023 ::


Morning Fields of Amber Grey

As the poor little boy
Who has nothing but the stars and a few books,
I gazed into the night sky
And saw the twinkle in your eyes.

My soul, like the shadows upon the hills,
Was lonely until you appeared,
Like a rolling breeze that swept me off my feet,
Your love a snowy tendril land I have always dreamed.

After a day of watching
Eyes looking inside my mind,
Being the daily spectacle that stirred all sanity,
I saw your smile and everything was fine.

Oh, how I tried to learn poets,
With whom I adore, but they all pale in comparison to you,
Brilliant scientists too, but none can match the magic of your touch,
The way you make my heart sing, you’re my only muse.

Now, to learn the truth, imagining ‘twould better please,
Life pretending there is more in life than death,
With you by my side, my dear, my heart is at ease,
With you, my love, morality is ours because you’re mine till my last breath.

:: 03.28.2023 ::


PETRARCH

QUIET murmurs where we sat
and spoke about it

How the world is losing love
and kindness

You told me you loved me
and now there are tears.

I may not always see you
and sometimes we doubt it

Angels above will surely show it
and a single touch shows me
what I’d be without you

How through life we sing sometimes
bravely and at times out of tune
but together we get through it all
with the help of my lovely friend

Picnics, bills, mornings raining

Nighttime freezing is the season
of living and loving carefree by
hearts binded and entwined in love.

:: 03.28.2023 ::

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Orca

Like a ray of light on a cloudy day,
You come into my life and chase the gray away.
A steady beat that moves my soul,
I know with you I can reach my goal.

Small child said it wanted it all

Chorus: Never let me down again,
I need your love to keep me sane.
When the world is spinning round,
You’re the only solid ground.

And she learns a b t though z

Verse 2: In the darkness you shine so bright,
A beacon of hope in the night.
You guide me through the ups and downs,
And lift me up when I’m feeling down.

She says, walrus should not be eaten
by beautiful Orca

Chorus: Never let nature down again,
I need your love to keep me sane.
When the world is spinning round,
You’re the only solid ground.

Bridge: Through the storms and through the rain,
You’re the constant in my crazy brain.
You hold me close and never let go,
And I know with you I’ll always grow.

Chorus: Never let me down again,
I need your love to keep me sane.
When the world is spinning round,
You’re the only solid ground.

Outro: You’re my shelter in the storm,
My anchor in the tide.
I’ll never let you go,
Together we’ll ride the high.

It means what it means.

:: 03.27.2023 ::


CHARLES BUKOWSKI’S CONFESSION

Listen up, folks, ’cause here’s my confession,
I ain’t one for modesty or discretion.
I’ll tell you straight, without any delay,
What I truly adore, come what may.

It’s hedonistic pleasure that I seek,
With every passion that I choose to peak.
I push the limits, go beyond the light,
And sometimes it scares the folks in sight.

But when the day is done and the night’s begun,
I’ll tell you, friend, it’s all for fun.
The sun will rise and the world will shine,
And I’ll be out there, living it up, feeling fine.

So don’t you judge or try to reign me in,
‘Cause this is who I am, and I always win.
My love for life is sweet and true,
And nothing, no one, can bring me down or subdue.

:: 03 26 2023 ::

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FICTIONALS

A blank slate of paper,
At birth, no marks to see,
A story yet to be written,
What character will it be?

What narrative to drive
That actor’s soul, and make it thrive?
A setup from the start,
And conflict lurking in the wings,
But how will it play out,
And what resolution will it bring?

We, the fictional,
Take our lines from the Divine,
But the genre we choose,
Is what makes it truly shine.

For me, romance is the way,
Not this horror, please, I pray.
Let the pages turn,
And the story unfold,
Let love be the centerpiece,
And let our hearts be bold.

So let the ink flow,
And let the words take flight,
As we journey through this story,
With love as our guiding light.

:: 03/27/2023 ::


My Dead Eyes of Love

If many words birthed by my sorrowful soul
Become six feet under
My brilliant heart and mind and tongue
Become an orchestra of the living
My children, my woes, my heaven
How wonderfully you sing for me
And each word constructed
Is not syntax but blood glued
Within souls

My mouth is filled with sorrow
My heart weakened by minor
Keys of sadness
How I love you

In the dead dirt of sorrow
Digging sorrow for life
My eyes of love remain


No Audience Needed

i found two feet walking along a shoreline called Mississippi River 

and there was not a breeze or sound: the world was frozen. Blue ice.
So i began my journey there. found colors, notes and feelings,
a catfish caught on a line; i saw the water and skies moving gently
across my soul; this i did and i had no feelings — it was spectacular
to view. Caught out of time and wonder -ing what love could ever be as this.
i am not wishing. I am not granting. I am not human. I am not anything you
can comprehend. I am alone.

Alone.

No audience needed. I write for myself.

:: 07.27.2020 ::


MORTICIAN MAKEUP

she wore mortician’s makeup above
the once breathing pores || i died
once,twice & more ||then buried ||
was she within a barren field of
nothing more?

or within my dying heart?

:: 07.12.2020 ::


ENCHANT’E

FOOLS use mind to conquer

Hearts! my mind takes leave
as Love enters my life —
your songs are beautiful
birds singing within my Soul.

:: 07.28.2020 ::