Vaulting canyons soar on high
Shadows vast in orange sun,
Expedition treads the stones
Of exploration Mars begun.
Shifting sands in freezing breeze
Desolation’s red extreme,
Lifeless in the breathless air
As yet, no living thing be seen.
Found beneath the rust red plain
Of ancient planet Mars afar,
The relics of an ancient tribe
Of humanoids who fled the star.
Humanoids so far advanced,
Far beyond our knowledge bounds,
Far beyond our comprehension’s
Grasp of that which now, confounds.
Far advanced but still despaired,
Despite the organisational skill,
Destroyed the lakes and seas of Mars
With need and greed and get and kill.
Destroyed the soft green slopes of grass,
Destroyed the gentle surge of surf,
Destroyed tomorrow’s promised day
With need and greed, for what they’re worth.
Buried deep within the sands
Soaring spires of cities great,
Skeletons of millions caught
By greed’s black devastation’s hate.
Greed’s black hand which gambled all
On fate’s capitulated stand,
To smite the delicacy of
This planets eco-balanced land.
Mars collapsed with quick accord
The atmosphere constricted, cold.
Vegetation died en masse
Population withered old.
A frantic few survived to flee
With silver ark to virgin Earth,
(Where dinosaur now roam the shores),
To resurrect a new rebirth.
A new rebirth in promised land
Where old mistakes should not be made,
Where simple rules shall stay the hand
Of they who walk in light and shade.
A new rebirth on planet Earth
Will guarantee a life of gold
To future generation’s child
Who shall, (we promise), grow, safe, old.
Alas- a promise poorly met
A stipulation we decree,
We who stand at ruin's gate
And planetry destruction see.
We, the children's children's child
Who stand in rust red, windblown sand,
Who look towards our distant Earth
Now do declare your promise bland.
On the eve of man’s great push to planet Mars.
25 May 2013
I fiddle with these words
They lie naked on my tongue.
But like a broken man
They just can't seem to run.
I've learned not to force this.
To push this past my lips,
A tragedy worse than my travesties.
I'm still a little faint of heart.
When rain falls it does not smear.
It sticks, and then it drips.
Well these 3 syllables are certainly glued,
But we both still feel a little bruised.
When my lips do decide to spill
These raindrops it has coaxed inside,
Will you know that they fall gracefully, honestly?
They were meant to be taken gently.
A cool breeze should encourage them.
Will they wet your worn skin
Soak into you like a refreshing swim
Will they moisten your heart and not just your limbs?
Or where I see a downpour do you see a spark.
Awaiting a new host, softly lighting the dark.
Growing ever closer to your extended fuse.
When you ignite, will I be consumed?
Does it help, when I state your name.
When I beckon, do I carry you close to sanity?
Or do I hurl you farther,
Over the edge of calamity.
Tell me, When you fall
Will it be like raindrops, or a cliff.
At least, tell me, when you fall
Could you find it in your drenched heart,
Or scorched lungs,
To let me join you?
Most breeze through the Boardwalk Big Dipper Bling
Ocean Street Sleeze, and a walk on Cowell Beach and say
I've seen it all, that's Santa Cruz, as they cruise off on highway 1
or crash into the barriers or 17 but that's not all, at all
I love Santa Cruz on a bright sunny day in May as I
gorge on the Indian vegetarian buffet, available all day, by the way
And check out the O'Niel sidewalk sale, and then past the sweaty crowds in front
of the Cineplex and the sign in the window display at Camouflage that reminds:
May is National Masturbation Month, are you doing your part?
and at Pergolesi a homemade sign says "friends don't let friends drink Starbucks"
and there are two art house cinemas within 200 yards of each other
and there are lesbians holding hands and homeless people breathing the fresh air
with their shelter pets and I feel free
like anything can happen here, even me
I have this gift,
No one can ever spy,
sly quiet me.
A small bird
is what I be.
I'm that shadow,
I'm that breeze.
I'm the one,
no one sees.
The one that no one
cared to find.
The one that always
gets left behind.
So, even after
you're done reading,
please, remember me,
and of my curse of Invisibility.
Every time it rains
I close my eyes and release a prayer. . .
The colossal gray sky
And the living breeze
Gather my poignant thoughts
While I stand overwhelmed by it all.
Hoping once again -
Like one reckless to believe
That wishes come true -
The wind will stop your breath
And you will look out
If only for a moment
At the sky weeping in earnest
And hear a sudden whisper in the rain
Blowing like a dirge, crying
I love you
Humans are pack animals and you can witness it on the highway
Too afraid to break from expected behavior such as driving the speed limit
Or turning on your lights in bad weather
The lone shepard in the middle of the highway
Driving his run down '67 Cadillac with every window open
So as to let every breeze he passes caress his wild hair until the sun's orange rays finally peek over the hills
And spills into the rear view
Sputtering down the highway at a pace
That only he is comfortable going
Hitting every pot hole, every bump in the road
Acknowledging every piece of trash that litters the roadside wondering
Why no one else can break from tradition
And merely enjoy the open road
( Her dancing will not let boys go)
like the words inside hips
of the above--(parenthetical).
Jean shorts zipped down to tip of clit,
tiger striped with fire, the boys sit,
?dancing better than bonfire ember?
eyes on her mouth, eyes on her member.
this gypsy without bodice,
these boys she would not release.
?she was charmed and the charmer?,
the gypsy with the god of Karma
she danced inside this comma,
come, see this fire's tan lines on her.
Reader, see her, the commas are embers,
unless ocean gushes, boys hers forever.
( and between these parentheses)
?bright red coals in ocean breeze?
see how question marks serpentine?
reader, see her, see the "r" in red,
that's how she bent,
Cheeks caressed by lucky jean thread.
and that zipper resting on her clit
resembled silver piercing through her tit.
come reader, see dancer with god of karma,
see these lucky tan lines on her.
" (the boys are her's forever)"
come reader-- and stand
lock legs with her like this ampersand "&"
"come inside quototions of ember"
( inside her mouth, inside her member)
My feet sank into the warm sand,
my skin, barley even tanned.
Catching a whiff of the salty breeze,
which bring back memories that send me to my knees.
Finally I am here,
the warm golden sand changed with the tide coming near.
The sun was laying down to rest,
proving tomorrow would be at its best.
The warm colors of summer rose once more,
baby blue, light pink, mellow yellow and cool orange lit up the shore.
The golden sand was no more,
and the dark sky came, oh what a bore.
But tomorrow I will return,
for the colors of summer is what I yearn.
Summer winds are beginning to stir
salt and sea fill the breeze,
and the ocean is calling.
Our relationship stands on shifting sands
I need a walk on the beach.
Suitcase has been packed
a few days now,
and I'm latching it closed today.
Leaving my key
to take that walk on the beach.
open up your window let the winds of change come forth in this whirlwind of a birth
feel the labour pains even though it hurts, let those in chains be free let them be
hold the child with ease feel feel the softness of the breeze