As the day draws on
She strikes a fire
Pink and red candles
Project her desires
Flickering flames
Smoke in our lungs
Her dresser's an alter
Unto the Sun
Passion her offering
She straddles my lap
No need for instructions
Ancient writing, nor map
No day can be darkened
In the temples of her soul
Witches of the northern land
The place I call home...

Who can escape
The mighty wrath
Of "The Sun God"
Isayso 1:01 to last

In hyper focused view
The eyes of the Sun
Are hot upon you

Tanning the flesh that's bare
Bleaching every body hair
Wrinkled in the end
Crows feet
Dried out leather skin
Every bare naked
Man and **** woman
Exposed to the Sun
The Burning ONE!

Wild nights that last through dawn
Rocking and rolling out on the lawn
The stars rejoice from way up high
As we dance naked under enchanted skies

Free from the laws of fear and man
Together we'll practice the craft at hand
The earth shall smile, the moon shall laugh
'Til all desires are fulfilled at last

Such love shall spin in spirit breeze
Undercover and charmed by ancient trees
As the spirits know and so shall we
Love and magic are meant to be...

There is no argument
The invisible
And the nonexistent
Are indeed identical
Yet against all reasonable logic
The majority of human kind
Cannot rise above superstition
It's such a peculiar condition
Those who won't decide
Have already made
Their decision

I have decided
To believe in
"Narnia"
I like the lion!
Yet intuitively
I think reincarnation
Is moderately likely.
....

Superstition
Is the foundation
Of magical beliefs
Supremacy mindsets
Secret police
Religious in nature
Invisible in being
Chosen for the obvious
Position as kings
  
All others are animals
If they're not one of us
Direct them to
The back of the bus

If supremacy is the image
Of some intolerance maker
Perhaps love
Is the holy role breaker!

Embrace the pain
While it last
Life is so short
Even pleasure must pass
The knowing can be bitter
The brooding of the quitter
But the heartbeat of the thankful
   Shall surpass...

Are you still the same person
as you were back then?
That demon on your chain
no longer can..
All your DNA
has fallen behind!
Do you actually possess
that same state of mind?
Have you learned to forgive
are you angry less?
What’s left to your life
if you pass the test?

A chilly wicked wind blows
Freezing wet consuming snow
My body shivers shakes in degrees
Her winter wonderland
Covets the trees
Fall freezes
Damning leaves
Mother nature
Not appeased

The garden
Lay wasted
Which once
Was our
Bride
Frozen bitter
Barely alive
We must gather
Our strength
To once again
Survive...

Sweet Gypsy May
Oh what can I say
With the gift of the gods
Divinely displayed

Every look into mine eyes
A sinking heart abandons time
Shades of amber golden shines
In her world without confines

Words lost, knocking knees
My heart is skipping beats
Short black hair
I feel a bit queer
For if she were a he
Not sure I'd care

Her smile drains
My burdens dry
As I watch her leave
My soul asks why...

Simplistic
My vocabulary
Until my words
Get rearranged
In and out of order
Let the darkness rain
Washing me down
Rain all over me
I need to feel
I need to breath
I need to write
   Sweet poetry!!

Alone I am
I am not free
Hell and fury
Deep in my sea's
Come up for air
Still I can't breathe
Words bleed
Out of me
Forming
Sweet poetry
...............................

I sold my soul for another chance
But you threw that chance away
How could I’ve have seen such coming
It cut me like a blade

Now my dreams are all but frozen
The door of love you've broken
You tied my tongue
In silent darkness
In the bottom of life's ocean

I forgive you
  Just the same
Out here in the shadows
I still remain
.........

Deep in my psyche
Broken contacts spark
Faulty connections
Between my brain and heart

So many traumatic incidents
I somehow survived
Violent childhood
Prison life

Over and over
Throughout my life
Surrounded by thugs
With guns and knives

Losing my children
When they were quite small
Is the most traumatic
Experience of all

I fought to hold on
In the face of adversity
Prayed for death
To escape a grim reality

Then I discovered a switch within
A way to shut down and try to mend

Flip the switch of fear
And now you're brave
Flip the switch of emotional pain
And now my heart is lame

Unfortunately over many years
All that negative energy reappears
Shadows and voices
Paranoia and indecisive choices

It feels so good at first
Yet to switch it off
In the end is a curse...

When the curse was finally lifted
My eyes would finally break free
For so many spellbound years
She was all that I could see

My soul wander long and lonely
My heart aimlessly
Never again would I be blinded
By the shallow's of symmetry
....

Who needs sympathy
It’s only a feeling
I have empathy
The power of healing

Sympathy is for the devil
He never gave a ****
He don’t deserve my empathy
But that’s just who I am

I can feel your passionate pain
In the words that you express
I will embrace your suffering
Until you feel your best!

So if you’re feeling down
Broken or just blue
Open up your heart
And I will help you through!

Quiet in solitude
Our boundaries
Are set
The news of the day
More cases, more deaths
We  rise our arms to the sky
Joining the cry what's next!

Grocery stores germs
Symptom showing
Exposure  regrets
Wall Street enjoying
Their own socialism
Politician need
To be put in prison

A cure not available
The antidote lost in trust
Tick-Tock ******
Thermometer!  
    The world is in a rush
Baby wipes undegradable
As society takes a flush!

The muses have turn cynical
Sarcasm breaks our vine
But to keep us safe
They'll attempt
To  divinely reassign

In staggered stages voices pass
So many faces I have known
Into the abyss memories wane
Falling through the flashbacks
Of our souls...

(systematic racism)

I come from a place
Where the language was harsh
Surely the thought police
Could simply tear me apart

I had a girlfriend for over 10 years
Every once in awhile
I’d  call her by my ex-wife's name.. Ouch!
It not my fault
It was systemically ingrained!

She has always known my true heart
She's always laughed at my follies
Oh how the thought police
Must get their jollies’

We are the artist of our own dream
Painting over a well used canvas!

When shall
Existence allow
The perception
Of awareness
To finally
Know how
To rise
Beyond self
And live
In the now
Why must
The system
Always
Breakdown
...

If you happen to meet
The Buddha
On the side of the road
Please hold off from kicking his ***!
It could be just me coming back from yoga
Sporting my new toga walking fast
I've been working on this gut
I really need to get laid
Take a deity on a date!

Feel free to plagiarize
If you see
Something you like
If you step inside my mind
I will give you all my light

You could never break my soul
Feel free to steal and lie
Yet
I will always love you
Somewhere deep inside!!!!

Wish I could
Take back things
Turn it around
Undo the Big Bang

Fall in love again
...
Lose my mind
And then
...
Feel those feelings
Lost within

This weary worn
Down trodden soul
That's pulled me through
Those years ago
To lead me to
This body's end
I take not for granted
My dearest friend...

Part of me's
Been broken
Most of me
Still runs

I would give you
Heart and soul
To be your only one

No, you need not be lonely
On this desert road alone
Ask me what's for dinner
And I will take you home
....

Obscure eyes of
Shameless sin

Subconscious
Evolution
Stalls again

Conjured myths
Bringing
Hopeless fears

Superstition
Fallen upon
Mindless ears

Love in a name
War in the same

Shamelessness
Cannot be
Contained

Next generation
looking for peace
Teach them well
Or feed the beast

....

I must confess
I keep pictures of slave-owners
Well more or less
In my wallet
Sea-foam green
Fine frog hairs
Cash I mean
Picture printed on the backs of hemp
Were they heroes or merely wimps

Even my coins are incline
They shine the barbarism of our kind
Every penny,quarter, nickle, dime
Somehow they spend just fine

Smash the statues
Change their names
From your cultural war
I will abstain

Yet I need my money just the same!

I must confess
I keep pictures of slave-owners
Well more or less
In my wallet
Sea-foam green
Fine frog hairs
Cash I mean
Picture printed on the backs of hemp
Were they heroes or merely slave owning wimps?

Even my coins are incline
They shine the barbarism of our kind
Every penny, quarter, nickel and dime
Somehow they spend just fine

Smash the statues
Change their names
From your cultural war
I will abstain

Yet I need my money just the same!

Behind the clocks
Ticktock, ticktock
An immortal
Spirit dwells
No flesh that sags
Nor slowly rots
No meat on
His bones
To tell
Temporal
Disturbance
Fatigue sets in
As we scrape
The bottom of mind
Post it on your page
And now you're all in
Cursed to be
One of his kind
....

She brought me such pleasure
True mate of my soul
Her touch I so treasure
Her pain I so loathe…

As I wait watching
The stars for a sign
My grip it grows tighter
Across space in lost time…

Her voice soothingly echoes
Lucid charm of my dream
Her body lies temptingly
Wide open for me…

The world may prohibit
Still the gods they do dare
Desire of my soul
   Sweet magic we share…

Did you ever wonder
Why the caterpillar
Was blessed
To be a butterfly
And not the rest
Did the Earth Mother
Love that worm best?

Celestial Beings
Gathering
Wayward spirits
Wicked dreams
High tides
Unpredictable
Waves
Yet our Spirits
Refuse to stay
In some earthen
Terrestrial grave

Perhaps that's why
We walk on
The earth this way
...

Early every morning
when my mind is one
my body is drawn
towards the sun

I take to my feet
across the lawn
into the woods
life can't go wrong

down through the swamp
I move real swift
up the rocky ridge
to the eastern cliff

I reach my goal
in solitude
I stretch my body
and the energy rules

in an even flow
with all that is
and so...
every morning
I experience bliss!

In the views of hindsight
Suffering extends
Should have just let it go
The victim within

Love and wonder
Beyond hope
You gave your all
It’s how we cope

They wither on
And leave you
The ones that once
Held you tight
You are but
The black sheep
In a hierarchical
Flight!

Into the deep end this reader
will dive
So…
You gotta be careful with your
existential vibes
I followed you down
To the depths of your meaning
There I explore your creative being
I can see your soul is solid and kind
The connection complete
The experience divine

Thanks for being
Everytime!

I never told you this before
My dearest, closest Hp friends
But I love the things you say
I can feel your words within

Unraveling out of darkness
A million brilliant lights
Imagine all the poetic eyes
On the screens of some device

Connected in a web of riddle
Laced with rhyme
A maze of broken love set free
On different waves and lines

Storms and calm waters
On one big poetic sea
Seriously my friends
Without you
Where would we be?

Thanksgiving's for me
Cracks in my emotional armor
Chemical imbalance of the brain
Wounds to deep to deal with
Straight jacket for Christmas

Oh ya, good food!

Proud to serve
such empty words
The war machine
is quite absurd
No glory of service
as innocents dies
Sign over your soul
on dotted lines.
Pledge allegiance
close your mind
Thank you for your service
But we must warn you..
Don’t you dare step out of line.

Do not assumed I can wait
This journey is always
Through the next gate
Oh it goes on
Unlike a dying storm
Life is the last to calm

Should we throw our hands in
Re-deal the stack of chance
It'd still be my lyrics
In an entirely different dance

Shall we play the cards forgotten
Or leave fate up our sleeves
The game is never over
Surely I'm that naive
...

As for the aesthetics of religion

Even though I don't believe

If it's beautiful, I will listen...

Eyes of acceptance
Kind warm smile
As if she's known me
For some while

Familiar spirit within
Sublimable love she sends
Without a thought I move
Not wondering when or who

Now etched in my morning mind
I greet others as sublime
Caused by a single effect
An Angel perhaps once met...

Her apology
Defused my anger
She'd never been
Forgiven so fast
I've been trying
To teach her
Why arguments
Aren't meant to last

But what do I know
About relationships
Compromising
Letting go
Holding on
For good measure
Placing trust
In another soul

I never speak
Of our forever
I never worry
What tomorrow
Will bring
The here and now
Our greatest treasure
But I won't be
Arguing
....

I can still remember when
I first learned to swim
It seemed that life's ocean
Would sustain me to the end

Yet drowning has no remedy
Dry ground is but
A childhood memory

And now
Out here lost at sea
Up and down
Tossed around
Struggling just to breathe

And so I fade away
Lovesick upon these waves
In the depths of despair
I lose my will to care...

I have no need to read
The Art Of War
For I am an artist of peace
I have no need
To even the score
I have no fear to release

For some of us
abstractions
can flow too far apart
to gather together
Still we navigate
through poems caught
in stormy weather
Then there those
whose desires gets tossed
into a word salad
of creative thought
Pour on some dressing
romantically obscure
express your victim hood
your poetical fears!
Page after page
line after line
recording
the history of
the Poet kind!

Simple acts
Of living
We author
Our own lives
Such it seems
Suppose to be's
We hold on
With all our might

The heart
It sinks
Into a hole
A shadow world
Of type
A place we listen
With closed mindedness
To the heretics of light
....

In the theater of souls,
I am a man!
But I think the thoughts
of a human.
I walk the eternal path
of spirituality,
Reflected in the light
of my reality.

I reached for the higher truth
as the old wives fables disintegrate
into the light of rational thinking.

Our light shines brighter
when we open our minds
and see through the darkness
we’ve been making.

I wrote my play in portions
and posted them in draft..
I’m only 62
a little over half…

The best part of life is living
Each moment fades into now
I will write forever after
I will return upon the clouds

I went searching for a meaning
Then my Poet took the stage
Now I’m staring in my encore
The best part of my play!

What were they really up to
P Diddy and those Hollywood fools?
Rich people with no scruples breaking taboo’s..
Epstein, CIA and the Mossad
the evil of our days..
Human trafficking
Human rights violations,
a genocide in play..

Controlled by ***** dark secrets
they give there consent for war.
Lining their bank accounts
with the blood of the helpless poor..

It is but a blurry spot
Off to the side on my being
All that hell that your not seeing
It’s there in a hunk of tired flesh
Grey matter of all I am left
Lesions worn in harder times
I have strayed in shadows
And cross the lines
Of no return
No recovering
From the blurs
Eternity hovering

Causing me
To be thankful
To be Alive!

While running amuck
through life's despair's
I read the book of love
and you best beware's

Magic glories
  impossible feats
the breath of new life
enlightened me!

Sort of a firm footing
but more a stumble
my religious heart
caught the ball an fumbled

Sooner then later
We fall down again
Oh you can deny and you can pretend
But the book was corrupted
In the bitter end!

Now may you find God within!

Old spells shall
Finally pass
Witches curses
Melted wax
Wicked intent
Set in black
Voodoo dolls
Back in bags
Unburnt herbs
Ancient oils
Cast it down
The Witches toil
Unspoken rhymes
Formless words
Fan the fires
Of swift returns
Cast to the witches
Their just deserves
....

What gender ties can creativity
possibly hold?
Aesthetics are of the wise, the weary and the bold.
The masculinity of my words have a feminine side.
I'd rather shoot straight then wobble in my minds eye.

So I no longer follow Hollywood's great endeavor,
I don't consider Oprah or Ellen in any matter clever.
Hooray for our side is lost on me,
my poetry has set my spirit free.