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 maiden
(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 as a man but as his equal
(I'm 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 ******* 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 who loves you
Forever &
Evermore.

Our Inner City’s
Wilderness of steel and stone.
We are strangers lost

Like “Connect The Dots,”
Rorschach ink blots, shapes of clouds,
Mind maps the Heart’s drive.

Linger, loiter longer
Leviathan,
These Lovelorn Lanes Fast
with lustful highs …
Fly
Farther, furthest, way Far away
To Starlight
/sweet nothings,
Interstellar sighs of space/ time
Feel
/the Empty /pain
/bleed.

Except great expectations’ need
To accept, expecting none
It’s Not for reflecting / empathy
To tragedy then forgetfulness,
On purpose
Life’s strange viscosity
Motions forward….

Oh monstrosity!
Wishful obsessions, stiff upper lip...
The Silent servants’ musk,
Aftermath of drunken trippin’
The rush of us who trust, slippin’
On the white,  
               snowfall man melts
The poles and hell rains down,
Hush now, The storm hither comes...
Torrential

The colossus of silence beyond
Jupiter’s red eye
The yearnings surpassing blood,
The gargantuan greed
The need for love
Some are On sale  
A Commerce for feeling
        Galvanized
The Giant
Drowning in his Whale Songs
    moonlighting the deep...

The Anglerfish
Amidst the pitch cold vastness
Go there
The other ocean
The infinite canvas
             The Void of space,
Deep Emotions pace
Times asleep & awake
            elsewhere
Swims my assuaged dreams,
All of thee:
Makers bright,
Meteorites brief
The flash of freefalling lights
Like my hollow heart’s leap:
           Blind,
           But for a feeling,
The monster that I trust.

Leviathan.

Dying of fires
The days /
reflections
on surfaces of oceans...
Burnt Umbers, blue & blood,
Mixish
Muted, drowned.

The sinking sun
wounded. Down

For death sees red
before dark fall / Ruin...

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

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

Magic whispers kiss
because touch impassioned
is red and wish.

Lovelorn letters
poetic bliss
Spontaneous wings born
In each ache and void
Loud trumpeting of words
when distance fails
the hearts which beat
Feel speak
red
the oceans felt
the tides that ebb
hurried pleas
desperations
red

when letters
lose the dying magnitude,
the importance & impetus
that love must free...

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

An indigent old man, in a drunken stupor, with the grime of the streets on his skin, with twigs and **** in his beard, indecently exposes his junk. And a cardboard sign saying he’s hungry.

The flasher from the window of a motel, opens the curtains for the lunch crowd to view his flaccid, Rolly Polly obesity, just standing there Full Monty, ******* his thumb. The audience grow restless, having had a laugh, they begin to grumble and point their fingers with concern angering their faces.

The **** bearded *** points along with the crowd, “hey look! There’s a streak—burp! —in the window there! Look! Heheh.”
“Your fly’s undone dude,” claims a passerby.
“*******! No flies will come, it was just a movie!” His **** still hanging out.

In the nursing home, sometimes old age can’t catch up with the fact that everything seems like it’s slowly melting, especially them home folks’ skin.

A sagging sad white haired lady, with nothing on, holding on for dear life, stuck in her walker, in the middle of the hallway right before the lunch crowd. “Help Lifealert!”

🎈

Remember
When every touch
with all its good intentioned
kindness
We were once
Tender like our lips at first kiss,
      deeply we dive...
inside / one another's eyes,
Seeing with feelings
Past the weight of fevered flesh:
          A dervish flight
through those walls
layered with doubts, heavy
as the stones
we since turned our hearts into...

Remember when
Every word
          was lovingly spoken,
an uplifting wisdom
like feathers’ wings:
      the soft music of our mouths,
when life was floating
lanterns
and briefly we‘re kept far
A/part
And still you have me soar.    🎈

Remember, when we are finally as one,
     whole, a hearth warm,
and ****
      those wet silences
      become undulating music like
                   the times we demure
our mouths still drinking, singing
instilling lessons
      within the depths of our Heart’s thirst,
which only absolute certainty
calms and quenches…

Keeps a light so bright to carry on,
      knowing tomorrow will come
      yet when I'm with you
I am made new,
Even in the dark where stars
Are borne
         supernovae.
         Remember
when
in the break of morning
As eyes open from trenchant sleep
           (better than adrift or hollow)
Remember, how stunning that view
            inhale—surprised like
Awakening to life's wonder, that...
To thee and thine,
fearlessly I say
                depart and drink in
                the rain
     freedom love,
the 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,
Lovingly    loving    
Love,
who fills my very cup,
floating in the drink
of Us.               🎈
                                 (God how I love you)

Prelude to a vaccine :

The strangeness of things,
How odd that everything’s disconnected
Separation anxiety
How strange these days viral, pandemic,
How unreal
The behavior of some
So-called honor of some badge and gun…

Since from when this illusion began,
From out the mouths of men —first:
The falsities, misinformation,
Fraudulent fictions frenzied untruths
From out the mouth—Flew,
Flung out into the Blue, into
   /our intersecting lives

The Lies ricochet as chaos does
Darkened ripple effects, from Bad to bed then
Worse of all —it felt good Being on fire,
how’s it suppose to feel
For the liars?
Too many prisons, no one would do good,

How odd these peoples, surrounding us,
Breathing heavily,
—cough sneeze hiccup’d
All still strangers really, if only…

The darkness hides inside so well
One can’t tell when *******
Lies or infection hits
How strange this hell, devoid
Of fans
No one cares to give a ****.
What the Hells man?!

Cat claws on the dough.
Everyone itches for cash,
“Can’t read your chicken—“

No Fear in it’s meat,
Tastes like Tyrannosaur-Rex.
Best Kentucky Fried.

Genes from Pig & Bat!
Gasp for air behind your mask.
Welcome to the war.

Pirates & "Injens"
The world watches, making bets.
Football not Soccer.

Indigent / outcast
trailer trash
flotsam.
We are products of our surroundings.

Or is it upbringing
Taken / down
Far from home
If it's where the heart is...

"Worthless idiot"
She spits on him
Like her rednecks and niggar ****

Her tricks
Quick to flick
Their Bics and *****
Bringing home the other
Black.

Reynolds wrap and points at the back
Hiding in the thickness
Of weeping veils
Of willows

Outside the picket fences
Just beyond Royale Park mobile
Community
Missing it's gate
All the times shivoo

When the South is clammy
Sweat shop swamps
And blistering
Hot like Gold
Coast fires / petrol dragons' breath
(She's a mockery
Of the word -- revelations
Turning
Now napkins and coasters
Tissue for ****** noses.)

Vagrant vespers
In the dark
she lets the men
Inside her double wide

Inebriated bruises
Polka dot excuses

Even in the city
It's funny
How the homeless can hide
Out in the open

Escape...
Indigent / outcast
Trailer trash
Minutiae boy

Barely half / Life legally blind
And lucky to be alive
Still in search of
Some kind

Home.

Numbing

Numbingly

How a sad Singsong

Floats on along

In search of harmony.

Numb-ing-ly.

How I’d suffer

This miserable life with you,

Sour **** Lemony.

No song of suns.

Numbingly

I float along.

Numb.

joe —without his legs,
Wheelchair, bedside G.I.
At a meeting
Ruminating and feeling
It’s like A.A.
Rehabilitation games
The system plays War
Craft with missing halves
PTSD R e s p e c t
That ain’t the half
Of the stink and the taint
Sniffing glue
Replacing chipped paint

Joe only worries
If there’s somewheres
To be
After rehab
Need a Lyft Uber quick
Downtown a ton to do
Joe worries arriving in 12 steps

Sponsor anonymously
Befriend responsibly

Joe worries
Like long time buds
His legs
That they won’t work
Like they did back when
He got laid
And was paid
By way of Vietnam
And ****** Uncle Sam.
Joe worries

Of wheelchair accesses
His favorite places without
Doors he’d like to
Fit in
And go on
Normally
Accepted
To be loved like a brother
That no one knew
And no one seems or cares to

Joe feels like
A third wheel
A phantom limb
Who’s bucket list is to
“Invest in the Google”
“Learn how to use
The cloud”

The Bronx in the rain:
Slick city stones'         Sovereign somber gloom
Oh late afternoon!
so overcast with the blues...
     Navy : leaves of tinsel sheen,
     Midnight : music and
Sapphire
Jazz         /dancing shadows
beneath light-post misty
gold.

Outside, the bricks are just bricks
but down there, mon frere,
lo the lovers' tight embrace
in the fallow light showers
catching all eyes keen to their PDA
as well as mine wide
Flatscreen
Attention...
Peliculas and tall stories
From a brown stone perch, traffic whirls
           sleep now hurries
the city slow as thunder rolls
loud
On blacktop oil slick roads,
heavy as the gutter water on
asphalt / streets’ cold bones
Like this town’s prehistorics;
When Time stands still
In lovers hallmark corners, there
In **** shacks
All wet in the gills,
fish kisses taught kids
how honey smacks
now that the audience is frozen
With anticipation,
Wide binocular eyes
                      View snapshots with captions
Options
It’s a real Banksy / real lives...

Monet meadows of skies
        raindrop brush strokes
                            chaos maelstrom
     Wet dreams rivulet

All the while I am
Dry inside
With humid anticipations,
At a pause / intently / intensely
watching
               neighbors in hooded moods.
This reminds me
how it must of felt / now
in this commotion
by mere emotions
so reminiscent
of the artists’ weeping dreams
         wordless scripts
scenes not unheard
While
inside I'm still dry and
        dwelling...
In need
is it Wish that spurns?
Still, in this stone      dwelling
I am dry inside
    Trying to hide not
           Not looking down
Aye dios mio, oh those two
      love birds
In their gossamer glow

Oh how I drown
when they finally kiss…

It’s not envy
But a sort of empty
drowning
Myself without,
Yet feeling
Their kiss so loud.
Such is empathy,
Drowning without...

*** is This, and who the ****
Is Chris? Is this Who you’ve been with?
The “down-low” kind of wind,
Out in the Ether listening in
To cheaters, killers, ******
“She’s like the wind”
Your love is a fickle thing,
What ev’s, I know my Tomorrow
Waits for me there
This must be a detour
What’s to learn from this
A momentary lapse of thought,
Blink blink wink.

*** with that kiss, Judas! ?
Yo bro that’s no bueno, being dissed
By thee who assumed too much of me
This is a flicker in the hummingbirds’ wings
We passing things passionate
By the feelings fraught with Disingenuous
   misinformation
   is more like
An honest mistake, not that serious,
But those whose intentions
Are —divide to conquer,
(Good liars are the worst)
All life gets plundered, we mean
Nothing to them, vice verse.

But these playing fields we **** dry
Diminished by human wishes
Themselves to please, they all Lie
Only we are the chosen to
Tend to what was once a garden
I thought everyone should know

Eden is the War-zone
X marks
The End friends on
The playing field, *** is this ??
From a virus to a virus
Men and germs
Infecting worlds and aye
I know my Tomorrow is
Not me today,
I know but not really
Know where I’m going after this
*** happened to
home ? Love ? soul?
Chris?
Am I all alone in this
A So called Eden.?

When the question is

You

Who will answer to you,

For you

No one else can do

What you can —for you.

If you have to ask

Time is what

You have.

In due time, you’ll know

You

Purposely Livin’

Purpose full of life.

Where are you but where you

Stand

When wakes your soul/in mind

3rd Eye, white light,

A door to Beloved

Days in the life of

Who are you?

When the Question is you and yours,

I hope you answer yourself

True.

But why are you

Who you are,

Truth is self evident

Oh say, can you see

What I see

You see, there’s no question

ILoveYou.



(By the dawn’s Early Light!)

Black is not one color
                           but all of 'em in one

Black is not a face nor a person,
Not a baller nor ***...

it is the period when this sentence is done .

Maybe black is the ooze
that drowns sea and fish

or is it that ***** young’n
all hungry with wish

Black is certain as black is your eye
when you're fighting just to prove your right
(or keep one's hopes alive)

Oh yes, black is what makes the stars shine bright
while under it--knocking boots aside...
no matter what, love is also made
in the darkest of nights...

So why would somebody
as golden as me
care about one crayon
or a stripe of a bee?

Because if nothing is wrong
then our skin shouldn't be
or much worse  --whipped til it bleed...

There is nothing more to say,
but let each embrace teach you

Question all history, but now just do you

as long as eyes can take a look
know your neighbor, hug that crook
experience and love is not from a book.

Surely I'll sit next to you
since we ride the same ****** bus,
do you get to know my color
or speak to living dust?

Black may be just a word
that fear blinds from trust.

black is beauty under the sun,
til time is rust, til gone is done...

So speak truly and just Be free
Lov’in the same as all of us
Cherish our Blue her greenest trees
Since we do ride that same ole bus...

No words need screams or fistful hate
Cuz Black was Moonwalking
All up to the Pearly Gates,
where the boogie cannot wait...

and the blind finally wake.

1/20/2020 MLK day

And I wonder if Dr. King would be proud of Jay-Z --in 2019 became the first African American billionaire? (Oprah not that far behind) while millions more in the populace still work for minimum wage, even white Americans. All ethnicities in our "melting ***" it seems.

What is witnessed on TV is all illusion, political propaganda of American wealth. We're kept in line with lies and promises by corrupt leaders, as the country and it's house on the Hill divides.
We watch them celebrate their picture-perfect lives, millionaires paid by our taxing, happier than we (the people) who fight their wars. Even afterward, the wars here against inequality.

None care to share the wealth, to better lives, not even our education; information's omissions, as the News talks down at us, redirecting our attention to *** changed Kardashians. And most who're stupid believe it, or could care less.

So what now? Who's left to save us, to make things right? When even the righteous churches choose their parties, their money's in no short supply. Profiting off of nature, fracking old fossils fueled by greed, getting richer (even now from legalization of our highs) as the planet dies.

It's MLK Day  and I'm asking why --aren't we free at last?
(And I'm not even black).

The Pacific's heart
Depths down Mariana's Trench:
Life alights the dark.

As I wait for the Deuce on Decatur
As the midnight hour grows later,
A young man walks on by
Says hi and not goodbye,

I recognize that look
He must be new to the Losing game
Like he’s been up wide awake
For a few nights, couple of days

Now roaming the city
Like a coyote in the dark
I’m familiar with that look
There must be sorrow in his heart

Though he had feigned a smile
His face seemed drained
His thoughts miles away
Coming down from being high?

I know what it took, that look
I recognize the hopelessness
Now wandering the darknesses
The shame of being forsook

I wonder what wrongs he’s made
When his spirit took a turn
With so many streets to learn their names
How that loss of will must burn

A passerby perhaps a runaway
It seems he's running from only himself
A young coyote wide awake
A ghost in a shell of his own hell.

A soul whose low or lost will roam
In search of light and warmth of home
Go heal your heart, or find your door,
I recognize that look, I know,
Been there before…

A passerby walking by.

Jonesy punctures black
points in caves, great mother weeps
wells of poison rain.

A good man
Of godliness, not god fearing,
But All loving
Is full of understanding

Empty hands with all the world to hold...

A good individual
Is open minded
But not ignorant
Like those who look to save
Their own peace of mind
By saving us unfortunates
By speaking for sublime...

A decent person
Has smarts whether street or book
Collegiate or crook
A survivor does not prey

And a good man
A man of godliness
Owns and knows himself
No guns
Nor hatred
Respects Life
Even now when the fittest
And newest to this breadth
Keep
Mindful
Considerate
Still unconditionally
Sacrificing self
For all
Thee

Because that’s what it means
To cherish creation
Even now
When we are howling
And snarling
Gnashing and snapping
With the bare light of the moon

Even we are turned into rats
Running mazes
Piper’d over the cliff
It’s something else
What darkness does
Our eyes must open
If nothing else see
Yourself
More than just being
Human
All dreams A man
We’re— breathing—fire
Yet
Healing
water...
Of Life
(Les Miserables)

We are more
We are meaning
not just
Words
We are energy in form
In this darkness
Beasts of ****** are
Heavy, down on all fours
(No good on dance floors)

Such Animals
Our own husks
Are left to feed the earth

These burdens
We will alight
When we give reason
          A crown
Truth
Becoming
A weapon to cage
A law to enrage
Our very song

A good man
Makes right
Of life
All wrongs
No sides in a circle...

Closer now, to the concrete,
Closer to the day I’ll be thrown out, on the street
Closer to the company of indigent creeps

Closer now, to the lord I must pray
Not today oh please not today
So close to self defeat, my thinning belief
Malnourished within retreats

Losing my mind, my will, and urge
to even eat,
Still, I carry on, bury that dread
a tiny voice so close in my ear
Fed by my self doubt & fear
Telling me I’m meant to be, belonging there
Walking in my sleep—a life of the least
Almost human, flotsam freak, jetsam weak

Closer to the ****** creeps out there
Continue to pray…
That someday the world will notice
Finally know me, see me, love me
Learn my name, in his name I’ll pray,
For my soul to keep

Closer to homelessness, I’m ashamed to speak
But for now—on a stranger’s couch I find sleep
Better than the dreaded bed
Of cold concrete streets,
It’s stench of **** and ****…

Thank goodness for today, for this,
Amen.
For a hopeless, helpless man,
Amen.


(Please God please, have pity
Shed your light on me—a nobody,
begging you, please.
I am ready.)

Poetry is what happens before / during / & after
The heart break,
as life mitigates our free will to choose
When falling in love or in the midst of two
Poetry is you there confused
Unable to refuse
All beautiful things of
Life's poetry.

Sirens past midnight
Neon lights' city skyline
Tourists hauled away.

At times I need to glance at this.
When you’ve gone, I'll think fondly of
all the summers in your smile,
you’re just so beautiful here.

And now as I look ahead
at the times I'll again need
to rout the insufficient days without you
my eyes will fall on this

Thoughtfulness
fraying at the edges.
An old glossy paper memory
kept perfect, still —your smile,
that's mine. I’ll hold it near & dear

with me.
without you…

To be without you...

Means nothing to want
Attention.
Seemingly I am jaded
My eyes are Abyssinians’
Searching for red laser
Points
On the walls,
On pedestrian faces,
For none will
Ever do,
But to be without you
Means I am
Nothing.   Wanting  
Attention
Nothing     Wanting
You.
Are you in them rivers?
In those herds?
These lakes of
                     Lips
Kissing the silences of melancholy?
Means nothing
To want,
You’re poetry
Feeling much much more
Than

Pedestrian.

Oh my dearest Life,
Oh soul of mine,

Oh heart!

Imperfect within this mortal coil,
Within our ribs—a cage,
Perfectly attuned to love and hate
To sky and soil,
The rage of dying days...

Oh how like the wind that craves
to rush with sighs,
To fly, to wish,
My yearning dreams doth the same
For substances of lips
Made flesh from kiss
As corporeal
Your touch since, missed
Lingers still ...

Oh when I close my eyes
How perfect my ignorant bliss
Oh I pine to fly
Away from the ache of this

My imagination's lovely will
And lovelorn heart,
Fallen apart and untouched still...
Influenced by a fantasy
A childish kind of mind, of flesh,
Eyes blind.  With much brevity

The beauty of Days' caress
Brilliant in its levity
Poetic in might :
The heart's glowing light!

Oh Beloved!
Oh divine destiny,
Infinite and true
Keep close my soul
To find always you...
Oh ever after
Ignite my starry wish
Beyond this mortal flesh

Oh heart
Oh soul
Oh heaven in my chest!
I love you still
(And always will)

Even unto death...

Boulevard Roads Hellbound
Streets
Leaving Las Vegas I-15
Boulevard of broken
Misfits and monkey anarchy
Anti-peace rally against joy.
Token lives in lies, employed.
Hatred /War strengthens beasts
Ruling this jungle, concrete
Cities killing the Dream...
Boulevards crowded with life sized toys
Played with until broken
Defeatist highways of human decoys
Heartless in the calamity
Killers with no devotion
Emptiness inside, a nameless disease
Not quite people (masking teeth)
Rather made into meat
For hungry is the beast.
Of War and dystopian enmity
(Believing it's nothing)
Boulevard Roads Hellbound
Streets of broken
In Sin City... 2020.

Servants to self defecating shame
Quid pro quo addiction games
Underbelly--dark, fat with sin city's lost
Abandoned house for homeless despots.
The price for our vices : apocalyptic chaos.

In the heavy dust
from dry summers
selling Chiclets from inside the rim of a sombrero,

Tortured attire of a woolen rainbow
Poncho, pleading to appear a lowly vagabond

by an uncle who seeds alleyways,
Clothed in his tequila stench;

Instructed by an aunt, obese from endless
refried beans and Uno-Vision sopas.

“Chiclets! --at the top of your lungs, mejo!"
Louder as the weight of the dust devils possess

His voice : a squeaking version of itself,
Coughing at the same spot  in Tijuana’s

Les Miserables, the invisible, at market...
Dirt in his tears, no longer noticed, too often cried

There is no need to pretend how lowly
Or dinghy his juvenile face has smeared;

A clown of earthen make-up, in misery’s portrait,
to example the tender, the precious,

have been left to pander to love, for sale.
A paradigm of angels, fallen with the truth;

Deep in this formidable of fates, of hell...
Here, he is not above the silences,
but he must live in it, live to tell.

How wishes are often made without a well.

The bowl of a glass ashtray
On the nightstand
Is brimming with cigarette butts.
The bedroom smells of burnt
Tabacco.

This is what wasted
Time looks like, unkempt,
Disheveled.

Grey songs of a caged bird:
Ashes and cigarette butts

The kind of cold that sinks
Into your bones, seeps past the skin
and thin barriers of coat or scarf,
The kind of cold that grips from deep within
as though death has its hand upon your soul
The cruel cold that breaks the heart
watching the world dismiss you
while seizures assault you, a passerby, a lark,
just another casualty of Sin City nights
The unkind cold we all feel
When love departs.

Faith is like Knowing the sun shines
Though storm clouds block it from view
Overwhelming you with fear
You know how it felt
Having the warmth of the sun
The light upon you …

Knowing wholeheartedly what your eyes cannot see
Believing
What you feel,
Like love, faith is as real.
And others may not
Care to understand or demand proof,
or be shown the way,
You’re not responsible for them.
Each path has differing destinations
Don’t lose sight of your
Passion/truth...
Where your heart may lead you...
To be or not to
With or without / purposely live,
Knowing wholeheartedly now

Love gives
meaning to life.
Have faith, inside there's light.
You'll see...

(Sight beyond sight)

It’s always mostly quiet
Christmas morning,
more so when you’re
Alone
Like a barren tree covered in snow.
It’s truly winter
in this stillness,
Not so much the icy cold
rather the feeling
Desolate.
Mostly always quiet...

(Christmas morning.)

The older elders have their superstitions,

Tiny rituals they keep under their breath

Spitting

Wards & incantations

Sweep of broom stick, and what the hex?

Is Grams commanding demons

“In the name of the Father

And his son Jesus!”

“To get out of this house?!”


We all have one of those…

The lost cause / loose cannon

Black sheep first cousin

Into *******, or something unacceptable.

Perhaps their smell or appearance?

But with all the many different kinds

Of races of people / faces

Painted, pierced, gold plated,

We are biologically similar

Homosapien kin

Bleeding tribes, clans, houses,

Fathers and sons

Who believe in war for the higher cause$

All above

Behold Us here below

How does life persist panhandling

When the world dies in

Misunderstanding...?


But we tolerate our

Alchy parents, addict uncles, ****** aunts

Long lost siblings on / Suicide watch …  

Because our humanities for our family

Shouldn’t change what our eyes must see…

Can’t push brick mansions

But we all can climb those very walls,

It’s how we do family

(Together standing tall)


Love accepts without opinion

Without doubt or regret

No hate to have dominion

Peace be

And All the best.

How we do...

Grass grown at home, ******* dances at “the studio”

And then arrives crack, black, speed, & degradation

Needles and needfulness, both get tucked in.

“Just waiting on my guy to re-up at the Meadows…”

As Calypso drums and reggae plays to mellow yellows.

Low fuss, no muss, a floating pace of dreamy.
Attain awakenings, waking up a cloud late afternoon
Go as you please, no boss to answer or try to please
On a strict clean, diet of quietude candle moods.
Many modern amenities are lost here, in the woods.

When in doubt, pouting about, feeling empty without…
Say it loud… ain’t this Somethin’?

Everything is possible, the universe is proof
The infinite and the finite
We all know how to seek & look,
Dream big out loud, drink up the stars,
Say it… now, ain’t that something?

If Everything is everythang,
Then Nothing’s impossible
To achieve, and it’s easier to blindly believe,
But we must prove it with something
Seeing is not just looking
Like a man,

Who wakes from sleep walking,
(Footprints in the sand)
Because sometimes, having Nothing leads to
Hating everything, but I tell him, (Lucid now)
Ain’t Life Somethin’?

So stop the ******* complaining, wars & politicking
Killing and polluting the planet, please stop...
Now
Don’t stop making more of love, no sexting
No prostituting out your family’s church
When it’s door to door, behind closed doors,
In missionary…
In the family, the genus of propagation
Genius of gifts, over population...
***

A little something can be everything,
To those poor and lonely.
Hungry
For a smile be it ever so
    humbled
Behind a mask ‘ can’t breathe,
“—‘Said speak don’t mumble”
Show some sincerity please
just because...

Ain’t this Somethin’?
Witnessing this moment’s
Spectacular Now…

It’s Time we have/
More than talk
(tik tok)
Don’t spend too much of it trying
Or surfing the web crying
Living ain’t dying, just quit hiding...

—Rather, Go! play outside (boy)
With Laughter and joy —it’s quite
Somethin’
To gaze upon starlit skies
Rather soar on high/ space flight

Big Bang —Surprise! ...
Ain’t Life Somethin’?

Live it, love it, hate it, **** it
Not for nothin’
But ain’t you Somethin’?
Give it your all
Give it life, you mothers...truckers...shucks!
A Word is a word, ya heard?
Cuz Life is quite Somethin’—
At birth Til six ft *****
We are worthy
We are...
Certainly beloved,
                  ain’t it Somethin’?

(If it's your life, be ‘Captain’)

Don’t take one late nights,
Drunken tourists ride the C.a.t.
Smells of Treez and ****.

The Strip is teeming
Youths high on debauchery.
Needs to feel alive.

If and when you decide to associate with those outside
The Haphazard herds that gather with the flies
From Downtown to the town of Desperations
Sin City alien Nation

Them who have nothing with everything to lose,
Their thinking only to stay alive, where they can find
A fix for the next high,
Their excuse for being outside (betraying everyone who might
Give a ****):  “it’s nothing personal, it’s how to survive”
*******, thieving, lying, Oscar worthy tears in their eyes
Manipulation game for those who still have their feelings
They will claim that they’ve become wild
The reason for getting caught for crimes that uproot the lives
Like us who trust too much
Those as human as we who try to
Make a difference
But don’t let them inside
Don’t listen to a word said
They’re so absurd, so street savvy, lavishing every lie
For the marks that we are,  ignorantly happy, yet
Kept in the dark …

If you should brave the depraved
From Carbuncle Blvd.
Take it from one who’s been there, don’t stay
Don’t bother to even try to find out
Why & who & what they’re about
They’ll only disappoint you, don’t be a fool,
Hardened your skin, don’t swim in that pool,
Inside where the heart begins and the soul ends
Don’t expect too much from the start
If you should associate with them,
Pack light for hell, when you depart…
Presume to have no answers or a cure
for those on Carbuncle Blvd.
deception is certain, don’t become the fish on the lure

Imperfect and as human as we all are,
If you should take a chance to make someone’s day
Those who have become lost and stray
Be certain of any risk, if you should care to
Associate with the worst kinds in pain
Fall if you must, but do so like the rain
Make your heart like iron among the rot
There on Indigent Lane, USA
But in the rain, all steel will rust, if you befriend
That unkind loss, please
Leave behind your trust, avoid any pain.
If and when
You associate with them again, those outside
Be a light among the dark,
Be prepared for loss, in streets all cross
They will care not, tear you up and apart
If you must depart, high as the albatross
From here to There
Be prepared, should you care at all...
Make a difference


(People are the world’s scars—save the planet with the heart)

The aging blind man at the florist's
Recalls his vision,
The statue of his former youth.

Alas when sight was fragrant.

Here, the sensation of scent
Is a meadow of heartache
When days were alive as fresh bouquets,
Nostalgic perfumes upon her grave.

Alas when love was fragrant...

He carries her lilies out the door,
Old and blind,
A man holding on to all memories
Of bright before’s.

Alas when life was fragrant…

Holiday seasons’ snowy glens
Inside the frosted windows, white.
Bundled in the warmth of love so tight.
Evening Star upon Christmas tree whilst
Rushing in excitement to unwrap and tear free,
Needful youths for things of worth:
Acts of kindness louder than words.
Lovely all of winter’s gifts —sharing the world, hibernal.

What genius evening keeps secret
The moribund...

His foot falls echo the chill of Novembers deep
Tapping, clapping, wrapping
His man-heavy fragility in wool

How distant and suddenly wide is the night...

What shrewd skills fear casts--a mask,
That evening keeps him wary, attentive as wax,
For Shadows shed no discomfort for this lamb,
His rhythm once “lord of the dance.”

Pulsing toes as eyes flash to every creak or whisper;
The Depth of his sightlessness made paranoid
by twisted twilight shapes, shifting, nerves frozen haste…

His weakness, not knowing, a pallid winter on his face.

Even now its slow climb upon his back
Carried by the slip of a breeze laying waste
to the soundtrack of dead leaves and black.

His foot falls stomping to clash and map
A stroll in the cryptic saves nothing sincere when fear
Deepens in the bones, no resolve but panic...

What genius a weapon: sheer flights of fancy
the conditioned youths who preconceived calamity,
Strange and delicate spaces between the ears
Defeated before finding a sure foot, a mind clear

Before evening or reaching a well lit street,
Familiar and familial suburbs of a mind
Diminished by the subterfuge of fear…

His foot falls turn a corner
And the sound of conflict
Disappear…

Slender branches, two for arms
Nose of carrot, the tip bit off.
On his head, a Santa hat,
Winsome smile of berries, black.
Missing buttons from P-coat for eyes.
A family member if for one night.
Near home that's trimmed in twinkling lights.

Wallace, my man Wallace, fell
In love with his wife,
For real for real
Fell in love.

If someone should happen upon
To see the two of them
If by chance passed by
Them two together

How odd a couple
They may say
She's such a little thing
Something so prestine to
Wallace, homeless guy howler.
Who is more himself with her than
Without her.

Mr. dumpster-diver-king!

The two individually are
Themselves genuinely
Together lovey-dovey,
Not an act.

Wallace falls in love,
Says that's a fact
Knowing that it also means
He’s found someone
to lose.

Still, Wallace knew
love.
It's the god-honest Truth.
A lonely man’s church.

Nothing and Power are opposites,
Both are illusion, things unreal.
But men have made giants of them,
Creating something that they run
Away from or towards.
Don’t believe in the illusion.
We create our own hell becoming prey
To the gods we kneel down to
Belief and grief are monsters we
Must slay, to see a better day.
Namaste.