Dance

all these words every line and every letter my thoughts, hopes mostly despair and unfinished dreams hang in mid air like a pinata, dangling in anguished suspense you want everything to be for you and it is, just take it but sometimes, no words come … Continue reading Dance

Lost

I am lost in the softness of the rain

Which run small rivulets upon your skin

Unsalted tears from the heavens

You were born to wear this velvet sheen

The beauty of which gleans on this summer day

And as rainbows grace the skies

And flowers shimmer in crystal light

Your love floats upon the heavens

Where once my youth once craved everlasting

To be holding hands with you on moonlit dreams

Smiley Face

He pushes his shopping cart down the rutted makeshift sidewalk

Half humming a tune no one else would care to hear

Nothing makes sense in this world of his, but then again, what does

And you, in your hybrid self-indulgence feel sorry for his fate as you trudge off to work

In daily dreams of lethargic trance, not realizing you are any richer

Than some bum with flop soled shoes and one sock, encased in matted human waste

The sun beat leather, one could call it a face, is an inkling of our own mirrored image

If we ever looked closer beneath the makeup we call happiness

Oh, I imagine everyone else must feel blessed, if such a word ever made sense,

But your gods never gave a crap about the pittance of crimpled dollars

Which buy the guilt of your own lost life, as you follow like lemmings

To the coffee pots, that churn away, making the miserable mud even more so.

But keep your eyes on the road, and avert yourselves to the things you call horror

Because those are the very things that are humanity and you have created the borders

And you have become judge jury and executioner to the invisible masses

Who could care not one iota of your ‘freedom’…you will never, if you ever gave life a moment,

You will never… be free, caught in the hysteria of every moment that doesn’t matter

Your own genocide will be the history of your emoji filled dereliction.

Love Is…

Ripples of skipping rocks, tides of the seas

Calmingly destructive,  first kiss, a last goodbye

The bittersweet ending of long-agos,

hopes of tomorrows, the rage of all that is between

its now, its never, worn to the bone,

the newness of which is known only once

its water below, air above, wind in your hair, my fingers

dirt under your nails from gardens you grew

fire that stokes the anguish of this beast within

under the moonless night crystalized in darkness

in memories of lingering thoughts,

lasting like ghosts that haunt wicked desire

temptation’s fury, gone to rest upon your granite marker…

…my grave that I stand before … whisper your name

Buried forever you won’t cry out, you won’t be silent

tormenting the memories, no one notices the emptiness

filling this enduring madness.

The Walls

The Walls

We sit against walls, mind and body lost

In suspended animation

Torn shoes dangle from our rotting feet

Cloth hangs lifeless against the shell of our souls

Nowhere to go but this place

Clinging to this brittle mortar

That divides the centuries

No wars have altered these lines

They are etched into our humanity

the walls keep us safe, the walls keep us trapped

we will never see through to the other side

we will never tolerate this coin

it is the same mint, but always two sides

our souls are the tortured, and we are the torturers

tear down the walls we cried years ago

yet the lost are still lost

build up the walls we screamed

and the screams echoed back

we are the visions of years to come

and we have gotten nowhere since;

this dual is our death.

The World Is Hers to Keep

The World Is Hers to Keep

She hides among the trees

In her stories,

Especially in the autumn sun

When the air is cool and crisp

And the leaves crunch at her feet.

she laughs along the river bend

where waters run swift and long

whirl pooling among the winding bank

and skipping upon the stepping stones

and dances to the other side.

she sighs when the clouds appear

her shadow has no home

she chases the bluebirds along

and sings her favorite song.

She cries when the butterflies

Disappear in the waves of grass

The stand so tall in the gentle breeze

Sending whippoorwills to their nests.

She lies among the rolling hills

And rocks herself to sleep

Old man winter comes on tippy toes

The world is hers to keep.