The  poesy of chef's soup du jour,
   peppered in a skillfully
            pauperized simmer
       or sublimely enriched dish of
          ultimate truffle butter grandeur,
   tastefully rendered in the
        aromatic broken bread of
           delectable poetry's bouquet

Baggage within
      trappings of illusions,
love packed away
  in neat little compartments
gathering cobwebs at
     makeshift improvisations,
dusting intermittently
      if by chance a light
           should shine,
never wholly untangling
    the snare
mid a labyrinth of
      transparent entrapment,  
as violin strings continue
      to unlatch the same old key

I love to try
so I try to love

The mundane world
must yield to imagination.
Eyes are not microscopes,
nor lips but for drinking.
Facts do not make a life;
events alone cannot explain
a single, beating human heart.
Nothing exists so basic that
it cannot be expanded and exploded
by whimsy and effort.
A butterfly is just an insect
until the tale teller awakens its potential;
a lover is just a lump of flesh
until a story renders her beautiful.
Our fictions generate a reality
beyond the dreary limitations of mere truth,
and truth is always mere,
always waiting for the magic touch of more.
Knowing only the particulars
amounts to knowing nothing.
Lift your hand to the world
like an astonished magician
and cast your soul’s spell,
ensorcell the ordinary;
lift your brush and paint a scene
with huge, wild brush strokes;
shout your words into the chaos,
bring about a new order,
a vivid, lush world,
a world that echoes, on and on…

..and then there's the portal
through which I sometimes
hurtle,
the eye looking in on the
I looking out.

Put all your eggs in one basket
but
don't be surprised when you
end up with lots of chicks.

Quite neatly graffiti on the wall
I fall into,
Kilroy was here
but not before me.

So it goes to a penalty
a shoot out for
men like me
and
poetry is the referee,

I'm taking nine paces
tightening my braces
winding the engine for
once more around
the track.

I am the sun
Who fills your world with light
You are the dark
That fades my world to night

But I see through
You can't blind my sight
You once were
Shining just as bright

You always give me love
But I'm hostile towards you

You always trust in me
But I'm clueless what to do

You tell everyone I'm a gentleman
But I've never held the door

You tell everyone I'm a hero
But I've never been to war

You say I make you happy
But I only see you frown

You say I lift you up
But I only let you down

You think that I'm a man
But a man I'll never be

Why do you think I'm always scared
When you believe in me?

I write down these words
That you don't understand

Beneath this shell
Is the soul of a broken man

Is this love?
Or only a dream

These pains and fires
Were meant to set us free