CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul
All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear
Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn
Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late
:: 01-22-2014 ::
FOUGHT in the trenches of France
the screams belied the deeds
Instead of ‘for country!’
more said for love of mother
The trench reeked of gas
but the tents smelled of smoke
if you had’em you smoked’em
boots rotted and socks to hell
The voyage to paradise made
— Lady Liberty with her staff
as stiff as any military man
the diesel smoke choked many
Prohibition ran into my roads
From Chicago to musty Atlanta
bullets, broads, booze and brute
there I met my fate in rain-lead
Say nothing to the solider
speak low my ghost-friend
you were there too – I know
even though you don’t remember
::01/03/2014::
WE toil in obscure fashion
but only so – until innovation
Elais Howe’s sewing machine
– a stitch in time
And detritus pepper life
So lovingly Hess’ vacuum cleaner
pulls us from dirt to God-clean
Remiss the typed word without
–Shole’s typewriter
Clackety-CLACK impressed words!
Oh this man saved us all
– Seth Wheeler’s toilet paper
But the grand techno-god
– Tesla’s electric power ac
humble praise for off-worldness
Back to terra firma
– Elisha Gray’s Telegraph
Lost rights to Mr. Bell
We have a grand audience
the universe rivetedly watches
What new innovation say we!
God-like soon — be we soon
the tower of babel-speak
confusion-sweet-humble
Let’s rejoice!
God-kiss soul!
::12/30/2013::
THESE are my friends
one that wishes
the other that begs
Hush to one I said
life bleeds with cuts
the other such pity
These are my friends
one cries and shouts
the other silently weeps
Soothe such anger my angel
blackness begs an audience
dry your eyes my other!
We are such friends
she lives beneath my skin
turmoil burns tender hearts
Now you shall shine
rubies shall you drip
upon the land of giving
At last! My love’s complete
::12-28-2013::
WHAT events shall be given
with processional change
Such is the constellation
that expansive and grand
— dance of stars
Leo brought Sphinx
Pisces grew Christianity
— a fellowship of One
What of Aquarius
— vast waters
to reshape humanity
::12-26-2013::
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