Sir Purple Pickle
Hides his sticky in his boot.
At war in Chi'raq.

It's a somber Saturday with it's overcast gloom,
One could say it sets our moods to blue,
But what's observed among our neighbors
The happy in positive behavior shouldn't waver.

An intimate couple, balcony and drinks,
A conversational wooing with shot glass hints,
It may change either way, the clouds' grey
May cool the weekend fire of their day in the hay.

A small latin family of four and a pinata,
Toddler lifted to it's height by the papa,
Even with an immanent storm above
They celebrate in the fog,
Their mood set to Love
The Good stay good.

How I see love.

On the sixth day, a Friday,
No love was given to me
But six thieves all taking
My patience & inner peace...

Five Mormon Wives!
Four ****** chicks
Three stolen bikes
Paid utilities
And a black bird in a bare tree.

This sixth of December. 2019.

Holiday seasons’ snowy glens
Inside the frosted windows, white.
Bundled in warmth of love so tight.
Evening stars above & on Christmas tree.
Rushing in excitement to unwrap and tear free,
Needful youths for things of worth.
Acts of kindness louder than words.
Lovely, daily winter gifts, sharing the world, hibernal.

On the fifth day, in Vegas,
A pastor invited me
To a wedding
With Five Mormon Wives!
At the temple at Sunrise
Trying to recruit me...

Four ****** chicks
3 stolen bikes
Paid utilities
And one black bird shrieking
On a bare winter tree..

This Fifth of December.2019.

Most alcoholics
who drown in their own thirst, drink
because “empty" hurts.

On the next day, a Monday
My lover said to me, half asleep,
"Our electricity's out, pay the bill"
While a black bird screamed from a tree...

On the second of December.2019.

I am she
Who compliments & completes
The dream-lover and wishes
Made when he is asleep.
I am she

Who suffers the most,
Giving birth, cradling ghosts,
As the crone or maid,
(Once and always)
Sister, mother, daughter, wife.

I am she
Who waits through the night.
I am she
Who equals the strength
Of his light.

"See me with your loving eyes,
See me more than the tears I've cried!"

I am she
Who is willing
To go with him to war,
Not a man but as an equal,
(I'm both soft yet hard)
I am she
To whom he'll give his heart
I am the tunnel's bright end
I am where
The family starts,
The breast which nurse small men.

I am she
The twin,
The Juliet,
The Goddess divine!
I am she
Who deserves the same
in life, and for all time.
(Peace be…)
I am she
I am you
I am her
I am the one besides
And inside
She is I…
The romance in the dress,
Patient Partner to the ends,
Tiny dancer on the floor
I am
The one that loves you
Forever &
Evermore.

Still-borns in liquid
For love, luck, or pregnancies.
In tiny glass jars.

2.
A hollow winter's home,
Down hallways dim
Walls of cold grey that bemoans
The emptiness felt within
Deathly hues of blackest souls
A museum of the painter's woe
Winter's home seen now as hollow...
Where only shadows go to wallow.

1.
Love is the exquisite pain
The poetry of sultry rain
storms' hot-blooded breathing,
In unison, two lover's heaving,
Fogging the window panes...

Live like you mean it, put some meaning into it, like it means the world...

What use is poetry
To them
There is no poetry
To be or not
To see but sunlit face

What use is taste
Mouth full of poetry
To canine teeth
No justice or reason
Just carcass meat

What good is poetry
If heart
Don't ever bleed
What is love
Without poetry?

Money does not make someone better than another who has less of it, money in itself cannot "make" anything at all. Yet it has unmade human kindness, damnable men and taxes.

If it's supposed to be "Do unto others as you would--done unto you.." The Golden Rule then presumes to say that All are equal.

There's no quantification or monetary value when it comes to "Life" it just IS or Isn't (alive). It's no one's business, it has no business. So then, begs the question Why do Men think themselves better or above it, divisively deciding what or who has the right to?
Why is Man if not Alive?
Who speaks for creation when men go to destroying the Garden?

Single mother's eyes
Wells of tears, wishful prayers
Same blues as her child's.

Tittlating
Orations
Nightcrawler
Gift-giving
Unctuous
Edification.

The cunundrum
That is human
Chaos
Mindless
Self conflicted, obese with
Doubt
And neediness
The Dysfunctional don't know
It's own self-destruction
The malware of
Soul.

Identity crises
Kings of wants and cave men's
Mail order Prizes, their distant cry
For crowns or kirchiefs.

Power conquers power
Peace conquers ivory towers
What's not fair
Is this weather,
We leporine lover's of
Beloved
Perfect day for a picnic
How golden unbeholdened
By other
And Things
Pull strings another stage
What is the sky to the bird
A cage
Like love's utter vastness
The space between our hugs
Wish you peace &
Serenity
Strings must tug...

Felonious/ Felecities
The cunundrum of chaos,
Who's excuse is human.
Luv then shrugs.

Dean in gabled suits,
Eloquent body jazz-smooth,
Sweeps her off her feet.

Ain't it all ****-glorious!

A beautiful morning to you

Mr. Velvet suit

Softly breezy too...

What 'bout bamboozled?

Mr. Velvet suit on the street

That **** corner foo'

Looking for your boo

Mr. Velvet suit?

Your babae making babies

To **** jazz from city blues,

Diminishing our cool.

A little bit more than sad

The only lone piano

(Black crescendoes

A half key in b-minor)

Mr. Velvety is an entrepreneur

I doubt he'll ever sue her

That girl he got all dressed up for

His sweets

Mr. Velvet suit's treat

His candy shop heat

Holding down the bizness

The Streets!

Mr. Velvet's company.

Don't he dress all nice for you?

A bright summer morning

This here tiny corner of a bruise,

Of a great wide world

Sin City and Mr. Velvet suit.

Good morning!

****** ****.

He Escalades as I walk

The dog

Looking for tricks…

Traditionally

Hungry

Americans

Never

****

Stork,

Geese.

Instead

Value

Indivisible

Narcissism,

Gobbling


Down

Ardent

Years.

Sincere, surly American accents

Amany humble apologies spill

Likewise the well wishes

A many ways to say or quill

"Thank God for you"


Precious things reminding few

Occasions many of appreciation's due.

Silence is golden.

A golden truth,
For the mouth will not listen,
Seeing is not always believing
When it's in the heart
Where the soul weeps.
Emotions deep
Falling to become tears
Overcome by
Love.
Golden
Heart
Be true.
(Not silent)

Don't corner a dog, they tend to bite.

Don't corner a tiger, they tend to tear you to shreds.

Nature needs tending to...

(By letting it be)

Lately I feel wayward
Over the moon, frenzied emotions
Vermillion chaos
Entangled thoughts run amok.

Pleasantly out of sorts,
Off balance, too much of this, of you,
Effortlessly beautiful, it’s true,
Making grown men
Swear and cry —to be forgiven...

Downey skin snow white,
Like a cold glass of fresh milk,
Unwrapping X-mas.

Flaxen hair like leaves
Fall dead from winter pear tree.
Chemo white Christmas.

Cowboys in their hats, boots, & chaps.

Ostrich farm fresh eggs for caveman Fred.

Undaunted by the bull's horns--buck ride for bread.

Neighborly twang of bad words, dang nabit.

Texas tumbleweeds & Mississippi river / catfished.

*** rowdy Gin bubbly Jim's beaming *******.

Y'all come back (now you hear) for grilled steak dinner.

Tiny seasons of indifference
Become ******* cyclones
The situation of change
Climates climbing
Clawing at our calm..
Are we creating
the bubble itself or
Just in it,
Beneath or above it?
Are we in someone else's
Situation?
Polluted with illwill
Mass & school shootings
The south is drowning in the sink
California is ablaze
More & more displaced,
Insurance can't cover that
Unkind of loss!
Can't be present unless...
A victim of their fifteen minutes.
We all are suffocating
In due time
Situations change
Life must live
Situations being gifts
We are free
To change
Our situations...
***!

Dying of a day /
reflections
on surfaces of oceans...
Burnt Umbers, blues, in blood
Muted, drowned.

The sinking sun
wounded.
death sees red
before the dark fall / Ruins.

It is the sensation of ripples
when supple pink linguist
leaves poetic pining
—live fires touching
Nape, the meek taste of lips,
lifting countries to new conquered kingdoms
of skin—
gooseflesh and earthquakes
blood as lava
rushes in
kabuki cheeks
secret joy begins.

Red and parched
Those sudden seas
of thirst
parts /
As our senses / must
breathe...
(like art)

Magic whispers kiss
because touch enpassioned
is red and wish.

Love lorn letters
poetic bliss
Spontaneous wings born
In each ache and void
Loud trumpeting no words
when distance fails
the hearts which speak

red
the oceans felt
the tides that ebb
hurried pleas
desperations
red

when letters
lose the dying magnitude
the importance
and impetus
that love must free

clarion songs
of hearts are red
as are all
kisses (scarlet)
even to air
and dead
begins on such lips

Red.

The hand that always gives is never empty --russian proverb.

'Til all songs are sung,
Mortal breath becoming Wind.
'Til soul learns to swim.

The beautiful thing
About love
Be it ethereal & divine
Be it a ruse or lie
Stealing us away from
Our kismet shine
Everywhere
It's everything, so
Follow lovingly
With heart & eye
For love is
An ocean quite brilliant
See & freely choose
A path for you
To follow
Love is
A beautiful thing...

Water birthing dreams.
Asleep in subconscious deeps,
Lucid with nascence.

Half moon high
In a deepening sky
The clouds like spider cotton,
Like blue ivory husks betwixt
Umber grey misty fog,
The diablerie of dusk
Dark sky and stars

The streets flooded,
a river of headlights, flashlights,
Sidewalks’ pedestrian traffic,
An Armada of munchkins, crowds
Strolling by Chinatown’s
Crisp neon plazas,
A necropolis bright with
Cartoon sharp signage
Accessorizing restaurants with
Jade And gold, foot spas
And red doors…
Horrors of hangings
Roast ducks and pigs decapitated…

Yet the evening is dressed finely still
All eyes lurking
Shadows floating by
Not to be forgotten tonight
Dias de las Muertos
En espanol…

While down the road
Neighborhood way
Skitters Lilliputian creatures
In shells of Saver’s costumes
As squeals of laughter festoons
Boulevard life with
Tiny tintinnabulations
Like baby rattlers
Against the dark
(Maracas for chupacabras)

Timorous parent folk
Encouragement as company,
They Scurry past
Down dim spatial street
In demand of what is given freely
From each and every door
Treat and sweets
Caries galore
All their tricks cached in grins
Of baby teeth
turn candy corn…

Mischievously the meek milk
All Hallows' Eve For
Hallowed be the glee
Even tho' beneath
The web of grey cloudy sky
Life is precious
To deny
The thirsty as it rains

Misery’s loss deep dismal graves,
We should live in celebration
Childlike everyday
Sing and dance
In the October rain
In this wonder
Like rattlers against the dark

Far from wastes of
Hollow wind and pain,
Chilling cries, bleeding eyes,
Undead the unseen
From this cirque city of sins
Offsprings on the strip
Fearless on the boulevard
Treating & tricking
With ole candied lies…

All done up in bright disguise
Happy Halloween.

The Cook asks the Dishwasher, who wipes the kitchen clean, and clocks out at Ten; why bother doing such a good job when it will get ***** again, each and every day?

The Dishwasher smiles saying,”Ah, such is Life.
“We all have to go ***** to get clean, how else will we know the difference or appreciate what we have at all?”
“Because I love, I let Love rule. It’s not about me...”

Birdlike spirit beyond confinement
Emergence from within flesh, exuding
Lithesome dancing fire, alive and brilliant
In some elsewhere plane of existence
Even though a string that begins from here
Veils of human blindness diminishes that
Energy, souls die when shells lie, or drown in fear.

If there’s nothing more beyond this passing
Nights starless, sky without flight, love’s lacking...(Light)

Among the burlap landscapes of anguish
Muted expressions of starving babes
Need being the worst malady, yearning for wish...
Experiences so young, unhappy, should not be
Suffering war torn, fatherless, deathly empty.
Tourists whilst on safari from far away lands
Yelp and twitter, unyielding to the giant, travesty.

Ignorance is a selfie taken in the bush
Not a care to feel akin to human or witness, see
The child so thin with disease, is you, is me...

Super dope Uber
Driver, fixer, father, man
Flies for that paper.

There is no Hell but the one we create,
and should intelligent beings be made
to contradict themselves and become less than ape?

What gardens there be, of all that is discovered
not created by evil or a hand that plows a lover
to the ground with an alien heart that plunders

and with all thoughts so weak to give in
masticate an opposite of love called Sin,
that we should forget what life has been

what All is seen and some mistakes have made
the blind cannot and will never wake
to know what a breath so small has shaped

this Life, not yours, or mind to ****,
but be witness and appreciate --what evil could never
nor hate may endeavor to replicate

the garden you plant will not flourish without light
in hell (no Hell) nor without the rainy heights
you do not need to acknowledge the MightY

but inhale a breath and open your eyes wide
the heartless beasts all in the wild
if so inclined go sleep with them a while...


(Get woke with Beloved, see the Light)

I have found a means to numb myself
To remove what confounded heart is left

For if what remains of it should break
All meaning in my breath will melt & I pray

Nothing will matter but my rage or hate
...and I suppose what remains of myself

Removed? I fear it is a monster with nothing
Else to prove... A one eyed thing, a furious storm,

Hell bent to return what pain was laid to rest.
No love remains if the only gift left is death...

I make smiles from shattered eyes
cry December's distracting frost
move my soul with hopeful sighs
and pray our devotion is not lost

It is the eve of renewal's glee
gave sad promises to spoon the moon
but in the haste of glass we freeze
pose with strangers who fill our room

sweat bemoans my reaching hand
your eyes are vacant with his lust
he bids the hours by your command
we smoke our feelings into dust

this boy is weak yet worships you
opens darkest gates to breed
now enter light that stirs, confused
my tears to scream still go unseen

i am a wish of hearts refused,
the sound of fallen poetry...

Thine eyes were first, earth angel mine
To arrest the breath from within my lungs
Lovely deep blue pools, I drown in kind
But naught a drop from heaven flung

After the reprieve to calm my wits
That your flawless face should dawn
And as tho' a corpse that escaped its crypt
Your beauty dearest, resurrects dead songs

Where in my bones had lingered none.
Oh how I should sing of heavens proved
Having myself been saved yet undone
For thou art gravity of the stars and moon...

Your love delicate and fine, divinely saves
Since life has been touched by your grace.

Believer or not, **** happens
And then it hits the fan
Nincompoop narrations **** news
Alcatraz turns Hollywood tours
Nightlife street food
A craze of tastes du jour
Split or pealed, monkeys drool like crazy...

A wave of a hand
a wand
a wink
             a nod   or  blink
a winged kiss...

You wriggling your nose
spurns me to rub your lamp

I dream of you
as I often can,
           magically and yearningly
I divine your eyes…

What curse or bliss
(Too much of this)
to be abused by your smile
from the muse of your wiles,
all the while
Truly
in our Utopian isolation
no other image of what must
or emulation of their love or
such none-such nonplussed

"you'll die, oh you just must"
dumb struck crush

while we paint ourselves tender
in writhing naked laughter
our own canvas
signed by us...
and only just
ourselves to Van Gogh
"Water Lillies"  and  
"Starry Nights"
       in your blush...
there I can see the future
of your worth
a masterpiece of our colorful theatre
inspiration's lovely birth

in the museums of my lungs
in my life
the art we shape with time
with touch...
what curse or bliss
this wish
come true

a wave of a hand
a wand
                        Our winged kiss…

You are a universe
        Unto yourself.
We are universes
       Unto ourselves.
I am a universe
         Unto myself.
Can’ t avoid i t self.

Selfies are fake
[pictures]
Without friends
Fish lips press send

“Who dat *****?”
Fake stars are dark
Black holes are
Singularity
Spheres

Selfies dine alone
If
Love is what’s up
Snapshots taken over
Acting
Strangers
Dangerous
Mice some men
Alien artifices
Non intelligence

Selfish faces of death
Shhh
It’s on trend,
Follow the material
Memento of wide webs
“Like ***! “
(B F F F)
Best fake friends forever!
Giggles hehehe!

Pick a profile pic
shoot shots snap!
Chatting with none of You’s

Selfies don’t say much
Not a photograph of true
But all burning men are liars
Walking pyres, deadhead to the end
Fish lips _ press send...

Like the shadow under the mountain

Our human affinity to darkness

Seems as heavy as loss itself

Like watching locusts gorge on summer fruit

Feels less and less a home

More and more alone

Like the shadow under the mountain.

Remember when
every touch
      with all its intention
was a kindness
      Tender like our lips
      at first kiss,
deeply
in one another's eyes

      seeing with feelings
      discovery past the weight
      of fevered flesh,

a dervish flight
through those walls
      layered with doubts as heavy
      as the stones
we now turn our hearts into...

Remember when
every word
      was lovingly spoken

uplifting wisdom
like feathers, wings:
      the soft music of our mouths

      when life is floating
lanterns
and we briefly are a/part
you still have me
soar...

When we are finally as one,
whole, a hearth warm,
and ****
      those wet silences
      become undulating music
                      the times we demure
our mouths still drinking, singing
instilling lessons
      within depths : the heart's thirst

which only absolute certainty
      calms and quenches...

keeps alight and so on
carrying on
      knowing tomorrow will come
      yet when I'm with you
I am new...
even in the dark
All stars are born.

Remember when
in the break of morning
      when eyes open from trenchant sleep
      (better than adrift or hollow)
remember how stunning the view

      inhale surprised
        to waking life's wonder, then
a/part as the wars pain and riot

fearlessly I say
                depart and drink
the rain
         freedom love
sky and eyes
         will awake...

And if we have yet to meet
since I know
      Truth and believe in Love,

when I fall for you
      Thank all the heavens, vast
I fell for you
                                              I will fall up...

Because I remember
now
it's you
      Lovely      loving       love
who fills my very cup

floating in the drink
of us.

(God how I love you.)

Nocturnes wide awake
All the days inside
Infant dreams

Nightly flights
Til morning
Blush/strokes twilight brightly

Blindly painting
Colors never before or ever
Since seen

But in slumbers’ deepest wish
These high-noon deserts
Brimming white Heat

Waves of ether
The ethereal bloom
Light defeats none but we

Moonless starlings
Cat-calm Cool turquoise
Tearless eyes emoting

Vast and fastidious
Chinook whirlwinds
Climbing the on-coming storm

Dreamer maelstroms
Fearless babes we embark we,
Dancers in the Dark.