I want to touch you in a way,
that's playful, but not play.

That's gentle, yet firm.
Not taught, but learned.

Through a desire to love,
and be loved too.

Without any fears of exposing my all to you.
And a hoping that you will show all too.

So come play with me this game of love.
I long to see our future in your eyes,

Feel life's passions in your kiss,
and It's ecstasy in your sighs.

Eternity lives inside a lover's stare,
so come join with me in this gaze of love.

Let our eyes speak of things,
our tongues do not dare.

Just know,

This is no love game 

 Where we can simply pretend,
 we don't care.

I keep my solitude in harsh conditions
To contemplate my inhibitions
Flashing light, blinded vision
Could not deter me from my mission
I reached and yelled, which caused me tension
Still, there are things I shouldn’t mention
That slip in and out of my attention
And help me escape into the fifth dimension
But that is where I tend to dwell
The madness away from the daily hell
Of living, breathing in and out my skin
Must it all end before it begins?

To write is a privilege
A wonderful thing
When others can read
The words just proceed
To a story old and new
About just anything you do
Anything you see
A Descriptive delightful
Keep on writing
just write!

Alright!

flipping channels,
odd conjunction of random itinerants,
mix and mismatched, blend and burr, and the
combination of irritants, annoyingly raucous
pester the barely warmed brain,
by informing me to solve for X,
combine and contrast,
throw all into the blender,
add Fage yogurt, and some chill
ice with interracial combo of
black, blue & red berries
and pour it on you head…

and a breakfast poem is served up…

the utter urgency for civility
rings alarm bells, for it is so threadbare a quality these days, and it is worn by so
very few, and I ponder,
how the quality of civility
could be so lost,
when I diagram said word,
see it
so clear