Sunday, December 15, 2013

Heat

One hot day just bleeds into another,
like so many slaughtered pigs on an assembly line of death.

The heat ladened evenings choke the mind,
suppressing the mechanism that forms intelligent thought.

Drops of sweat sneak down the back
like newly hatched spiderlings racing away from a cannibalistic parent.

The only sound in the ears; the beating of a heart, the labored breath and an occasional baritone growl from what seemed to be an infinitely empty stomach.

The day trudges on like a defeated army slogging its way through thickening mud.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Compensation

“Why would you do this?”

“You would never understand.”

“Try me”

“You haven’ the capacity.”

“How would you know? You don’t even know me.”

“Nor you me.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Yes, it does”

“But I have kids.”

“So did I.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You should have thought of that earlier.”

“How could I have known?”

“Compassion”

“And you? Where is yours?”

“You stole it, like you stole my world.”

“Our father who art in heaven …”


“Forget it, he’s not listening anymore.”

Baby in a Drain Pipe

A throwaway generation
Disregards spirit for object
Wish for want, tooled from OCD
Life is an inconvenience, gets in the way of game time
Wisdom of experience forsaken for lulz and memes
Sunshine’s healthy glow traded for 40 inch electro-static discharge in 3D
Sexual elation thrown over for strap on battery operated behemoths and webcams
Intimacy given up for unlimited text plans
Soulless minds trapped in useless information contracts, aging like bad cheese
An infant’s wail echoes through a urban sewer mind
Total Extinction of a species is just an XBOX generation away.



Completed


I am astounded by
How you affect me
I am perplexed by
Those feelings given me
I am influenced by
How your words express
I am ingratiated by
Those smiles you present
I am invigorated by
How you have grown
I am emancipated by
Those words of proclamation
I am defined by
How you are succeeding

Heart Strings

Sweet breathe of life

Escapes my grasp so

Soured from vices of

Anguished dreams given rise

From troubled loves that

Tear at heart strings

Drawn taught and toneless

By life's brutal ballad

Under the heading of "OOOOOps"

I keep losing my mind and yet it always finds its way back







... must be the crumbs in my beard











Protest



90 year old Eyes


What do you see with your 90 year old eyes
that you didn't see when they opened the first time?

What do you see with your 90 years old eyes
that you couldn't see when you were 3?

What do you see with your 90 year old eyes
that you never dreamed of seeing when you were 21?

What do you see with your 90 year old eyes
that was impossible to see when you were 50?

What will you see with your 90 year old eyes
that you wish you could see for an eternity?

Bags


An impish wail
from toothless maw
cries of dreams
for future days

Mother's hope
And Father's dreams
bundled warmly
in cherished babe



Given love
built on ideals
babe grows into
infinite possibilities

Equation of life
changes on whims
of spastic ideas
made painfully real

Eventually all
becomes transparent
through the sheer skin
of plastic

For all the world
to see how
life is built
simply fragile

Simple projections in my Mind


Simple projections in my Mind of
Kisses
Cool Breezes and
Bottles of Wine
Glimpses of Passion and Lust Play like a
Butterfly
Caresses across your
Ever expanding Obsession
In a Heart Beat Your
Desires are
Mine
My Tongue races the tingle down
Down your back
To your
Rising Passion below
Until your Shout of Pleasure
Melts the Walls of your Angst

Answer for an Angry Poet

So many points you connotate

So many views you proclamate

So much rage you expectorate

For this hate, you animate

Should your words be visionary?

Seems they’re just incendiary

Are you revolutionary?

Or just a reactionary?

So embittered and pugnacious

You’re lexis quite tenacious

Where peaceful tidings so gracious

Would be so much more audacious

By birth we’re just accidental

Some we’re made occidental

Others then are oriental

Dwell on why, you will go mental

Cherish then their identity

Do not enhance your bigotry

Be at peace deliberately

Look on all compassionately



A Sestina for Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobics


It had never occurred to me to use the word *‘Honorificabilitudinitatibus’
in any inordinate way, especially when writing of lust’s power
over the heads and hearts of men, even if the story were of a comical
nature. Yet I am transfixed by its sheer unabated enormity,
its immense proclivity towards twisting the tongue of any disingenuous
orator. I can only imagine a theatre filled to the brim with an audience

suffering from Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia; such an audience
would go screaming into the night after Costard’s use of ‘Honorificabilitudinitatibus’
not even bothering to ask for their money back. Such a hypocritical
use of a word in a social situation would surely give brief power
to its enunciator, however it could only be surpassed in breathe, girth and enormity
by a silly, heavy accented gnomish Spanish swordsman’s somewhat comical

and lustful advances towards a country wench. We can only hope that such a comical
country fool as Costard, and this hideous declaration, would not haunt the audience
so much as to prevent them the opportunity of enjoying a play of such enormous
comedic and social entanglement. One might suggest that before ‘Honorificabilitudinitatibus’
is spoken that the ushers pass out cotton balls to plug the ears so to reduce the influence
of this panic inducing expression. The actors, in order to also prove not disingenuous,

could even hire someone with the skill of sign language so that when the not so insincere
Costard steps up in act five, scene one to utter this hapax legomenon with amusing
intent, the nimble handed interpreter attempting to stave off the immense power
of Honorificabilitudinitatibus’, would strangle themselves in the process, moving the audience
to abruptly walk out, again forgetting their well spent coin. Can ‘Honorificabilitudinitatibus’
ever be contained, will it ever be conquered or will all bow to its enormity?

Maybe the King of Navaree should entrust the three noblemen with this colossal
task? Yet-should they entreat themselves to this effort in the same hypocritical
manner as they approached their oath about study Honorificabilitudinitatibus’
would most likely lose it’s rare status as the starting point of a laughable
oration. One can only feel pity for the sesquippedaliophobic audience
as Costard steps to the centre of the stage, but then a stagehand might pull the power

to relieve the soon to be terrified spectators of this immense and powerful
conflagration of all words. It could be that Holofernes and Sir Nathaniel, both enormous
fans of schoolboy Latin and scholars extraordinaire, my be able to assist the audience
by orating more loudly, some short soliloquy as Costard makes his speech. “Disingenuous”,
you say?, “By no means”, says I. For it would possibly lead to a more comical
situation as Costard attempts to continue his speech unabated. *‘Honorificabilitudinitatibus’

has been the power behind this sestina, yet though my concern is not insincere
for the sesquippedaliophobic, I find enjoyment in the enormous comedic potential
in an audience afraid of the word ‘Honorificabilitudinitatibus’.



*"O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words.
I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word;
for thou art not so long by the head as
honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier
swallowed than a flap-dragon." - Costard, Love's Labour's Lost, Act V, Scene 1


The Sea is my Mother #2


Taught fabric rattles in the wind
Bow dips and lifts harmonically
Spray hits my face, cool, crisp, invigorating.
My body mimics the rhythm, relaxed yet prepared,
As my mind anticipates the next movement.
Water rushing across the hull fills my ears
With melodic calm, music of the sea
Envelopes my senses, the tension of life
Pours out of me like water cascading down the falls.
Up and down, to and fro, I am back in the arms
Of my mother, cared for, loved after, no worries, the pain
In my infant ears easing as her cooing entrances me. The
Sea is my mother and in her gentle arms I find solace.
The ocean’s energy infiltrates my body, immersing me in
Tranquility, relaxing my mind with peaceful thoughts
Caressing my soul with rose petal softness.
My mind feels as if it is in a dream
Flying free of earthly bonds, my soul travels
Amongst the heavens like a speeding comet
Without care or concern, released from life’s anguish.
Only the salty sea spray brings me back to Earth, my
Journey is life changing, even if it is just in this moment.
A feeling so sublime, it seems almost indescribable;
Encompassing me, infiltrating my being at the nano level.
My hands ache from gripping the rigging, I hold
My own life in my hands, my destiny is my own.
I am dancing with the waves, alternately following and leading.
My partner is at my beckon and call, strong yet yielding.
The Sea is my Mother and in her gentle arms I find solace.

The Sea is My Mother


The sea is my mother in her I trust
In her care I release body, spirit
In her rants there are torments, rewards
Rise and fall, upon her heaving breast, peace
Rushing waters across the bow, ears fill
With melodic calm, music of the sea
Immersed am I in her beauteous depths
Caressed as if by rose petal softness
In her gentle arms I find solace
Her synergy infiltrates my being
Flying free my finite spirit exalts
A wayward comet traversing space, time
In my wake lie wondrous accomplishments
Epic moments to cherish forever
For in mother the sea I am fulfilled

Believe? - American Haiku

That Second
Before Life leaves your eyes
Do you still believe
in God?

One Day - American Haiku

Twenty Four Hours
Fourteen Hundred Minutes
Seventy Thousand Seconds

Seven Billion Minds
Imagine a Second Chance
To grasp a moment
Lost in Eternity

Failed Promises

Gives us your tired
Give us your poor
Give us your huddled masses
Those that yearn to breathe free

For these are the one
Most easily controlled
And happily mislead



She’s not Talking to Herself




Fragile little mother
Salt and Peppered
Corn rows curved
Above her brow

Brilliant background across
Darkened ebony canvas
Face etched with
Trails of Joy
And forlorn moments

Adorned in garments
Of far-gone seasons
Draped in threadbare
Dresses of drab
Crocheted bag
Spills her mementoes
Wheeled metal basket
Loaded with treasures
Of lost memories

A doll figure
Carefully kept from
Dirt and Age
A child’s coffin?

Back and forth
Through the cavernous
City streets echoing
Her laments and
Praises made to
Bygone loves lost

My Love for Thee


To the sea, to the sea, we go dancing naked to the sea

In the waves, in the waves, we are dancing naked in the waves

Come with me, dance with me, we fill our lives with endless glee

Once we’re there, no despair, we choose to love spontaneously

To misbehave is not so grave, when it’s love that’s we both crave

To the sea, to the sea, we go dancing naked to the sea

I to thee, you to me, we pledge our love for eternity

Take my hand, toes in the sand, your love this heart has engraved

Come with me, dance with me, we fill our lives with endless glee

Our love is truth, the love of youth, no room for bitter savagery

That love you gave, for which I crave, for ere’ my heart it will enslave

To the sea, to the sea, we go dancing naked to the sea

If I were you and you were me, would we love so generously

You promise me, mine oath to thee, this love will be until the grave

Come with me, dance with me, we fill our lives with endless glee

As we grow old, our love more bold, we both close to eternity

I will engrave, a cross of stave, our epic love that us enslaved

To the sea, to the sea, we go dancing naked to the sea

Come with me, dance with me, we fill our lives with endless glee

Under the Bridge


Broken promises leads a man under the bridge
Shattered dreams leaves a man under the bridge
Pieces of a life are left by a man under the bridge
Visions of the past leave the man under the bridge

Chicken Dumplings


Easing back in the big chair
The smell of liniment
Has replaced the rosewater
White hair lays flat
Where red curls use to unfurl
Pain etched lines
Where smiles use to grace
Paper thin skin
Where freckles use to play
Fingers knotted by age
No longer kneads the dough
That made those Chicken Dumplings
I loved so

Shadow

How do you describe the pain
Of loss,
Or explain that dark
Shadow
On your soul
When a
Friend
Is no more?

How to reconcile
Death
When it is so
Hated, so
Close, so
Inevitable.

If you have the
Heart, the
Strentgth, the
Fortitude, then You
Write, a
Song, a
Sonnet, a
Eulogy that
Tells the world about that
Noble Spirit, that
Love of boundless
Joy,
Never Forlorn,
Always Forgiving;
Infinitely Unconditional.

You take that picture, that
Rememberance, a
Token, a
Memory.
Place it carefully,
Lovingly
Into bounded book
With these thoughts of
Love, these
Ideas of
Life, these
Passions.

And you store it safely away for
Future, the
Day, when the
Heart is
Mended, the
Soul is
Calm, the
Mind is
Peaceful. And
You
Remember

Written - 1/12/2009

Twenty - March 2008


Twenty

Twenty years we have spent
Twenty years we would not relent

Twenty times to circle the Sun
Twenty times to discover more fun

Twenty birthdays to celebrate you
Twenty birthdays to grow ever true

Twenty reasons to discover the passion
Twenty reasons to make it a fashion

Twenty chances to ignite the fire
Twenty chances to increase the desire

Twenty seasons of you as my pleasure
Twenty seasons I will always treasure

Twenty times 365 days to hear you sing
Twenty times 365 days you wear my ring

Twenty times 365 nights to hold you near
Twenty times 365 nights to nuzzle your ear

Twenty Winters to keep you from harm
Twenty Winters to keep us real warm

Twenty Springs of flowers to impart
Twenty Springs to capture your heart


Twenty Summers to swelter and sweat
Twenty Summers of ribald vignettes

Twenty Falls to play in the leaves
Twenty Falls to becomes thick as thieves

Twenty years of days that blend into another
Twenty years of days to have you as my lover

Twenty years to ruminate as one
Twenty years to relish what we’ve won

Twenty thousand years I wish we could do
Twenty thousand chances to makes us anew

American Hero


He was a War Hero you know,
this true red, white and blue American boy.
Like his father and grandfather before him,
he would grow to serve his country.

This true red, white and blue American boy
He went into the Navy to serve his country
Like his father and grandfather before him,
He would carry that service into war.




He went into the Navy to serve his country
His true character showed in how he helped his comrades
He would carry that service into war,
Staking life and limb to save another aviator on the U.S.S. Forrestal

His true character showed in how he helped his comrades
With bomb bursting and fires raging
Staking life and limb to save another aviator on the U.S.S. Forrestal
He was wounded in the legs and chest

With bomb bursting and fires raging
He was shot down as he flew over Hanoi
He was wounded in the legs and chest
He was beaten for serving his country

He was shot down as he flew over Hanoi
And he would suffer for it
He was beaten for serving his country
This made him an American Hero.

And he would suffer for it
Like his father and grandfather before him,
he would grow to serve his country
He was a War Hero you know.

Haiku #10

Red hued clouds
Over white frost hills
Rabbit leaps

Day - Haiku #9


Light challenges Dark
Looking for resolution
Dark overcomes Light

Haiku #8


Like a Barnacle

Cold air clings to the day

Till warmth scrapes it away

Haiku #7


Fresh breezes warm the
Wings of a Foolish Dreamer
Thrush's song beckons

Ishinomaki


Winter tragedy


Crushes my spirit; resting


I await Karma

Haiku #6


I write the poem
The words express my truth
Spring rain makes them fade

Haiku #5


Is the Bee lustful?
Does it envy the blossom?
Spring gives life to love.

Haiku #4

Spring snow paints white coats
Over faces of the dead
Hiding Earth’s fury

Haiku #3

Mountains of water
Wash upon an ancient shore
Strips away man’s sins

Haiku #2

Frozen brilliant day
Shaken into tragic spring
People lose their hearts

凍 冬日
揺 化 惨 春
衆 失 胸

Haiku #1


The heart beats two times
Within those beats it gives life
Inbetween is death

Vane in the Wind



Direction ever changing



Winds of Wonder



Breezes of Bliss



Blown but never moving





Points the way for Kites



Tails wagging

Wings flailing



Traveling but never leaving





Whirlwind like adventuring



Devils of Dust
Color of Rust

Keeps
it ever
spinning

I Know You


I know You
I know You very well.
From Your conception
I have felt You grow.
Everything that I am
Has gone into making You.
Yet You do not know Me
But You will.
From the first time You feel Me
Under You
Supporting You
Nurturing You
You will come to know Me well.
I will always be there
In your life You may forget Me
But I will be there to remind You.
And when the time comes for You to move on
I will be there to
Carry You
Comfort You
Embrace You
I will take from You
What I gave to You
And from You
I will make Others
Like You
And I will know Them as
I know You

Tijuana


Dusty streets of orange and grays,
Strolling minstrels with floppy hats
Playing songs of rebel lovers.

Mangy curs in bristled stances
Posturing o'er sag bellied bitches
Patiently wetting their puppies.

Hobbled hawkers push wobbly carts
With cherished tender succulent
Tropical fruits on ragged sticks

Squeaky broken accordion
Grasped between gnarled fingers
Playing rakishly to deaf ears;

Shriveled orbs stare distantly
Begging for some recognition
In the shape of squandered pesos.

Colorful dresses swing in the breeze
On vivacious senoritas
Dancing to nationalized tunes,

While white clothed champions
Prance around tattered sombreros;
Feet sandaled in dusty contrast.

Oblivious tourists stroll on
Wiping sweat and dust off pale heads
While chugging from icy bottles,

Rapacious peddlers prey on
Soulless shoppers striving to deal
For wares priced below subsistence.

Ocean breezes pierce stifling heat
Bringing momentary reprieve
From beaded sweat on wrinkled brows.

Odorous dust swirls aimlessly
Through alleys beset by paucity
As ravens argue over scraps.

Clattering and clunky taxis
Belching blackened exhaust from
Broken and dragging tailpipes,

Driven by wild eyed cabbies
With time and money on their minds;
Not one concerned for kith or kin.

Overworked burros stand fixed;
Statues of bone and hair, gnawing
On worn bits of rusted iron.

Drooped heads shaded with ragged hats,
Burdened with overweight gringos
Smiling for faded photographs.

Smokey dimly lit cantinas
Choked with chubby senoritas
Flamboyantly flailing for drinks,

Strutting about selling it all
To lusty teens from bordered lands,
Protruding points of desire.

Sullen and unshaven rogues
Spying from shadowy corner seats
Manipulating shiny blades.

Drunken mariachis plucking
Tuneless instruments, broken strings
Dropping twangs like rotted tree fruit.

Muffled cheers waft over shanties
From excited crowds surveying
Emaciated muzzled hounds

As they streak down dusty raceways.
Graceful, sleek, slender long legged
Beasts racing for dubious spoils

Painted sun sets o'er horizon
Blazing orange upon blue seas
Streaked with foamy white and green.

Roasted smells of succulent meats
Acrid with the hint of chilies
Grown lovingly in tended dirt,

Brings rumbles of wanton yearnings
For belly filling rations and
Cookery that delights the tongue.

Whispering bottles of beer speak
As eager mouths slog down icy
Brews to relieve heated palates.

Brassy tunes dance over cool air
As tiny under lit candles
Dance a dueling tango, softly

Revealing secreted couples
To smiling eyes of aged hearts
That hold forever lost lovers.

Rising moonlight pierces shadows
Exposing tender moments of
Maternal embrace for kindred

Before ushering innocents
To mirth laden imaginings
Of whimsy flights to Neverland.

Cherished Daughters



Strands o’ sunshine weaved within her hair
Defiance show in crystal auburn stare
Alabaster satin wrap’d o’er graceful curve
Venus’ blessing with Diana’s nerve
Smile glorious as virgin pearl

Since from her mother born
Her care and life I am sworn
Cradled in this father’s arm
Ne’r will she come to harm
From paternal joy doth my head swirl
No other hath me as my blessed girl

Champion I will be for her eternally
At God’s behest I give mine life for free
Until there may arise a gentle boy
To her shall he commit mirth and joy
By my soul shall he suit her at every pass
And cherish no other as my blessed lass

When grown as woman she and pass to mother be
From nativity a child of grace yet equipotent as she
Upon this aged breast and arms of gentility
Will she lay her red-haired girl so tenderly
To tug upon wizened beard from red to grey has turned
Will this progeny whose hair by glorious sun has burned

*For both my daughters

You


I knew of You

Before You were You

I dreamt of You

Before You were You

I pondered You

Before You were You

I planned for You

Before You were You


I,

knew of You,

dreamt of You,

pondered You,

planned for You,

Before I knew,

That,

You were You




We needed You

Before You were You

We believed in You

Before You were You

We conceived of You

Before You were You

We nurtured You

Before You were You

We fell in love with You

Before, You were You


We,

needed You,

believed in You,

conceived of You,

nurtured You,

fell in love with You,

Before we knew

That,

You were You





And when We knew that

You were You

We applauded that

You were You

We lauded that

You were You

We were astounded that

You were You

So profoundly that

You were You


We,

Knew of You,

Applauded You,

Lauded You

Astounded with You

So profoundly that

You were You




And now that we know that

You are You

We will always revel that

You are You

We will always cherish that

You are You

And never disparage that

You are You

We bless each day that

You are You

In every way that

You are You

Tears of a Monster


Pain without affliction, Horror without monsters
Awake to the night terror of lost love and kin
Hell comes in sporadic bursts of insanity

Pain in the eyes of children I cast upon
Who wonder why love has gone from the arms and eyes of daddy
Striking at the nearest heart,Tender moments lost in rage
Cancer of hate eats the soul of a once kind man

From whence does this pain come?
The voice of love
From whence does this anger come?

The sorrow that love causes envelopes the heart
A love lost for an eternity
Hence to God a prayer I make, chance redemtion

To step upon the grave of my sire
Who loved to create, but failed to nurture
The source of the pain that made me the monster to kinder hearts

Now I bid to God to rectify my sin
Children's souls cleansed of my affliction
Brave them to be a greater thing than me

If forgiveness comes, None too soon I pray
I will drink it like a suckling child
Without fear, without care

Unconditional love that eludes even the wisest kin
I pass to the next life wondering if the demons will follow
Nights disturbed by restless awakenings, Pain of days long gone

Will forgiveness come from those assailed?
The sign of Christ embedded into my heart
A curse upon the God that made me, The womb that bore me, the breast that fed me

I stand in line with the other monsters
Those that made me, those I have made
We cast angry looks back and pleading looks forward

Can I forgiven those behind me?
Am I lost forever in the sin I cast upon those after me?
Why have I been blessed with this curse?

I am to blame, I failed to cease the demon
But the sin has not been passed to those I sired
For they are of stronger heart and soul, brave spirits

They see my sin and caste it aside,
They choose a better path for self
They are my saviors; God smiles on them and they release me from my pain

Sleep comes peacefully, dreams play like giggling children
I see them happy and their cherubs the same
I dream of father, forgiven and in peace, I feel God's hand touch my soul

Peter Pan Died Last Night


Once upon a time was a boy
With boundless and endless joy
A mischief maker of untold ploy
Enticing all to come and enjoy

Peter Pan has lost his joy

The treasures of childhood covered in dust
Trophies and Tonka's eaten by rust
Gone were the vices of childlike lust
Replaced by a soulless blackened crust

Peter Pan is an empty husk

Curled in fetal an old man weeps
Grieving the promises he can never keep
To offspring that time will sweep
Into endless oblivion of eternal sleep

Peter Pan lies in a heap

In screaming anguish in his bed he lay
Unable to recall what it was like to play
His once joyous heart lay flayed
Opened to life's eternal decay

Peter Pan doth fade away

Whimsical creatures of flickering light
Came streaming through my window last night
Looking for a boy of cheerful delight
Found only man of distressing spite

Peter Pan no longer takes flight

As night moves toward beauteous dawn
Creatures of mirth are bid to be gone
Toward laughter of children they'll drawn
Backs turned from withered brawn

Peter Pan is forever gone

The Aging Fleet of Half Moon Bay


Tis foggy morn deemed so forlorn,

From distance sounds a augur horn

Upon the water gray and green

Sit tattered vessels o' myth n' dream



Aqua chariots of blue and white

Sway to and fro in dimming light

Haggard be, not one shown bright

Seek caring reprieve from this their plight



Here La Boehme sings pleadingly

While Mischief near by fleeting be

Camelot upon the sea, does seize

Avalon's mist which drifts in breeze



Morning Star shines not these days

As Molly's Dog still sleeping lays

Sea chariots come nigh with aloft fanfare

Of sooty birds dancing for meager share



A sailor's pipe sparks in the night

Launching embers into swirling flight

A wizened soul, grizzled and gray

Bathes patiently his ship of day



Mezza Luna beckons him near

Delivering tankards of golden cheer

Barbara blast a rocky tune

While blackened night gives way to moon



As misty tendrils of salted air

Wrap round the masts with seeming yare

The parting flocks wish better day

To the aging fleet of Half Moon Bay

Ode to my Dead Kitty

My kitty died today, that bastard
By a pickup he did get plastered
On the road, in front of my house
Flat as a toad, bettered by a mouse
To bad the bastard wasn't faster

My Pooty Tat



Know beyond a shadow of any doubt, that I can really say
That I could do totally without, this very mournful day
I awoke to rooster's crow, before the sun arose
To find my pretty puddy tat, laid out upon the rode

Though nature made him fully grown, had kitten's attitude he
Playful, whimsy, bouncy and fun, no better a mouser could be
Hunting by night, sleeping by day, be it indoors or out
I swear by these eyes I did see with three or four he'd bout

And fierce as any hunter could be, a softer side had he
Upon the caring breast he'd sleep, purring gleefully
My home he made his very own, he even pissed in my bed
On several occasions we would scrap, I nailed him in the head

When times life got to hard to take; the world looked lonesome and bleak
I'd recall his brother and he, in paper bag Hide n' Seek
In blade of grass he'd fined repast, he trimmed my lawn one time
And as though on cue, he, upon my porch, delivered balls of hairy slime

He scampered quick on spinning chair, clasp with claws, he'd go round
A spinning rug his tea cup ride, his bouts with brother renowned
No cat in life have I ever known to give more love and joy
I'll reminisce my Tigger as much as if he were my only boy

Restless


Invisible puppeteers viciously command
Legs wrapped in birds nest shackles
Choking off quivering muscles while
Pins and needles stab incessantly.

Head tosses back and forth
Aimlessly like a battered boat
On a torrential sea with no sails;
Cabin doors slamming in ghostly rhythm.

Faces in the ceiling bewitch the mind,
Demons and angels battle over dreamscape.
Infinite pupils seek shadowy dancers in periphery
Of eyes dusted with sleep; dry, scratched and tired.

Whispered steps on creaking floors,
The starting-gun for a racing heart
Propelling a restless soul into a
Contest of mind over mentality.

Images on drooping, quivering eyelids
Play like silent nickelodeons with
Ghostly angelic figures awash in light
Blurred like headlights in coastal fog.

Scattered dreams like broken puzzles
Chase faceless figures over characterless
Settings, hither and nigh, till
A leap of faith leaves body crumpled on bed.

Heartbeats echo against wired drums
Like muffled messages across a jungle expanse
A portent of insane charges by
Wild-eyed warriors intent on mayhem.

Claws on hardwood scratch the brain
Leading it into landscapes of
Rolling pillows beset by dream quakes;
Rumblings of a purring kitten sleeping.

Nerves set on edge by gutter tunes as
Watery nails pick at the glass followed
With torrents of noise spilling from
Clouds moving as fast as fleeting dreams.

Waves of numbing pain wash over extremities
Eager to dive into the slumber pool,
Instead crushed by icy sheets and choking covers
Pushing the senses closer to the edge of madness.

Chasing sleep like a baby elephant
Racing after the next game
The body lays eager but the psyche falters
Frightened of eternity, infinity; of Rest.

I miss her song


I miss her song,
Her joyful lilt
Saucy with lust.

Lyrics of love
And pain mused
By passion’s dreams.

Eyes shine as stars
In clear winter
Skies washed and chilled.

Bounteous breasts
Heave every word
To self express.

Laughs explode for
Words forgotten
Replaced by hums.

Giggles race forth
For thoughts of glee;
Her heart dances.

Whispering her
Words, she tickles
My ears sweetly

As skin rises
To meet her lips;
She lingers still.

Softened lyrics
Sooth hardened soul,
Lover’s caress

Keeps it alive
This emotion
Made up of You.