I wonder
if she hears me
I wonder if
she hears me
when I whisper
to the moon…
When I whisper,
I love you
Each night…
I had
No choice
but to love her
To waste
my romantic pith
on her
To flow
under her
shimmering waters
in our moonlight
Sad souls
For whom
no one waits
No one waits
for me
Someone?
Not too soon
From now
Another shall arrive
And inspire
With song
And verse
A tempest
of truth
February 8th, 2022
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 9:15 AM UTC
Flâneurs abound
The tragedy
of low expectations
Was described
To me
As the most uptight surfer
you ever met
Greeting me
like age hurdles
She was a black hole
of logic
and responsibility
My life
with no mirrors...
Exes
had limited vision
Too stubborn
and prideful
to admit
their freefalls
of poor judgement
My freefall
*** sum me da
Heretics
and Town Cryers
in the market square
Mephisto's embrace
of Lidocaine and Cortisone
I can no longer
skydance to impress
A scoundrel, my ***** culprit
remains reality-resistant
Like *****
on the Polar Bear rug
Incoherent verses of
"Dog and Cat
God and Oil
Signet and Spice
Partners and Paramours"
The incidental joy of life
Randomly convenient distance
from our Sun
Burning her kelvin heat
to charm our World
Venerated
Dreaming in fireworks
I write her in great detail,
She answers me
with tempered dictation…
Sun distance Earth
Enough
to burst
with anemones
as blue as Barbercide
This distance
Struggling
like a butterfly
in a rainstorm
February 1, 2022
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 6:43 PM UTC
Mother
My loving arms
reach
across the World
Mother of Gods
Mother of All
The World weeps
as you suffer
Hold tight
To Love
and Hope
Grace is falling
More bodies
Than wood
Save Suttee
Of all Castes
Pyre plumes
Plead Param
Om Shanti
Sadgati for each
Ganesha and Vishnu
Weep openly
From grievous
Himalayan Skies
Tragedy's tears
Dredge timeless
Life and death
Forever Bharata
Your suffering
Is the suffering
Of the great globe
Moksha!
Suffering
shall deliver
You
Mother India
गाड विलिंग
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 2:51 PM UTC
I glare intensely
into the pores
of the granite walls
inside my eyelids
Primitive pain
Suffering universal
even in the shade of the
Bodhi Tree…
All The Wailers
are gone now
Siddhartha recovered Joy
in a broken world
Grace delivered
Facing Mara
face Yourself
Demon of Temptation
Am I
worthy of Wisdom?
Abused and exploited
Earth is Redemption
Lotus Rain
upon Your Awakening
Cosmic and Karmedic balance
Creates The Middle Way
Forge Truth
Through the Holy Cities
No Sacrifice
No Salvation
Eyes wide now
Dancing with Dream Fish
Marrying Brahmin Priests
To Outcast Maidens
Nobility emerges
Fledgling monks
Arrive and suffer
Indoctrination
Caribbean chapel chants
Liberate poets and pestles
Wick lit Silence
My mind is freed
Nature of self
Lends Compassion
Connected
All things
My Island
of Happiness
Impossible
in an Ocean of Misery
Teach me
Wander with me
Consciousness
And beyond
Hear my rainy fire
And I will share
Your open mind
with the Weary World
Radiant Kindness
will be our malignant Miracles
Unknown Universe
Our canvas
Generations of Ancestors
Create our shared moment
Together
You and I
Withered robes
drag through time
clinging and trailing
Until we are done
Closed eyes
of our descendants
Weep for us
in ghost memories
Awakened
As we are
As it is
Enlightened
Strive on
Untiringly
Be your own light
and Smile at the Unknown
Divine Pedals fall
On still body
Out of reverence
Nirvana
March 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
Stale light
under my door
reveals nothing
upon my bare floor
I crave the crumbs
you left before
I am nothing now
If not your *****
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 11:35 PM UTC
Onward
Damaged
Trudging through
Stale gleam
shade
cycled layers
of goldenrod
and crimson carpet
Lain atop
Damp asphalt
and reaching blades
of wild pandemic weeds
Leaves fallen
Like letters
pouring
upon my page
Pale writer
Alone
hardened and temperate
I forge forward
Against the
Season's Fall
Frost carves
My Heart
among
stacked spirits
like lifeless leaves
as death grips
Our global
Holiday folly
abandoned by
Unnecessary Loss
In Winter's fading light
Dreams and plans
maintain
holding patterns
Now
as Arctic glare
shifts
Souls suffer
Hardship and peril
Just survive
Or just let go
Longest nights
taunt us
breaching
horrific tallies
daily
Soon
Solstice brings
The turning
of the Season
welcome New Light
And change
Long step Autumn
We march
Into the next
Stretching shadows
teach
And grow
We hope
with clear
and weary eyes
Trudging across
The fallen
Across the
Crimson Carpet
of Time
as Earthly dreams
and endless voices
are forever silenced
December 11, 2020
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Resentful and bitter
Letters swirl
Chattering
Inside my head
Tell you
Don't tell you
Bickering
There too
Pain slight
Lost fairness
You
Won't hear
Asked me
Caught me
Loved me
Loved you
Vanished
In wrongness
Used
Was I
Invited too
Then
Never
Uninvited
I hope
You told
Nice stories
About me
And danced
Alone
While our
Song played
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
Tonight, I rally around my teary tribe as they near the closest ledge.
I pause to dream and remember all the right and good which was done.
I seize my own tears as I buckle and try to convince myself and all who will listen this moment in history will be our final tipping point of revelation.
Of action.
We will remember the sacrifice and the light.
We will fight for what is fair and just.
We will smile and know she has done us well.
And we will make her proud.
O yea! the conviction and the diligence!
The paths of principled virtue, honor, and justness!
The sky is most definitely falling and the court shall soon be stacked.
Alas! Shout no dismay!
Her Crown will glimmer with the tears of a nation.
We will lay you down in the highest honor of our hearts and the strongest ambitions in our actions.
Sleep your deepest rest
O last Queen of Democracy.
You did us well.
We will hold your torch.
And dim deeper no more.
September 18, 2020
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
I cried again last night.
Not the same sweet tears I shed only one entrenching week ago.
Not the tears of hope and promise.
Not the tears of possibility.
Of love and compassion.
I cried the desperate tears of traumatic pain and rejected disbelief.
Tears of frustration and incredulity.
Emoting out loud my fears as I witnessed, once again, our collective failure to behave in a manner of grace.
In a manner of love.
I cried out as I watched those employed to protect us ****** yet another one of us.
Us.
Yes.
He was us.
All of us.
With the skin torn from our bodies.
With bullets forever assassinating our spirit of unity.
We are the same.
I cry as I say their names.
I cried at the endless list of names.
I cry because civil rights are an illusion.
A distant and deadly idea.
I watched as beleaguered millionaires left their respective fields of play in acts of solidarity during a season already plagued with the short, harsh spotlight of what is truly important.
I cried at the quick realization these athletes were becoming true leaders, heroic leaders, by illuminating the crimes for those too blind to see.
I cry as I watch and listen to an unpatriotic and hypocritical minority attempt to justify a monster.
Such reckless noise has become actions of atrocity and killers are being enabled by the cacophony of a cult.
I cried as I heard the rants of lunatics with microphones.
I cried as a brainwashed boy was indoctrinated into a malevolent belief system so deeply to travel to another town with an automatic weapon to hunt and successfully ****** peaceful protesters.
I cried as I listened to the voices praising him.
I cried because the darkest nature of mankind is now fostered.
Nurtured and coddled.
Our sins are amassed in front of truth and righteousness.
Every day.
And I cried for the people who know right from wrong.
I cried for both those who observe this simple belief and those who don't.
But mostly I cried for those who cannot cry ever again.
August 27, 2020
The Year of Our Pandemics
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:46 PM UTC
Confessions true
Decade's delay
Thoughts of you
In recent day
Indulging voodoo
Uttered foreplay
I invaded your dreams
Such earlier night
Thus suitable schemes
Demand me try write
Past permissive themes
Fearless visions alight
Not fifteen stanzas yea less not more
Render to cause you blush coy enough
Our mislaid chances upon the shore
Remember the tavern on her bluff
The hardened carving above her door
A friendly pour for this life so tough
Crushing the fantasy
With kisses and blushes
I offer my rhapsody
Rest words of lost touches
Longing cross our delphic sea
Grant berth where love rushes
Make you blush through
By fortune by will as I write
This poem for you
Pray set true flirtatious delight
Invite me to
Invade your dreams once more tonight
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC