Poetry is pink
Lemonade on a hot Summer’s day,
Poetry is the sweat rolling down your neck
As you drink deeply...

E is for the Evenings I fall into your Eyes,
Every kiss and Embrace,
Each breath exchanged, I recall your taste.
E is for the Elegance of the echo
Of your touch, the embodiment of an ache,
E is for the Eloquence of that hush
Every dream I wish to wake,
Or love to finally make...

I will follow you
and call it love
to the edge and the ends
of our earthly bed
by your pipers' song
trusting your will with my blindness
because I do not fear
your Love.

Teach me and lead as a shepherd would
my own wisdom bleats
no depth nor words worth hearing
since speech
Belittles the lesson
and removes much meaning

Of the gifts that Love gave.

Pull me forward and away
to awe instead of weep
the heavens in your embrace
where there is no place for doubt
no panic but for the grave…

I trust that I must matter
even as a speck of dust
you carry me through winter
to rainbows
reminding me that

All is Love.

Even as I wallow in the hollows
of no self worth
you mean to me as I'm meant to be
since time was given birth
the golden truth
the Light of you
Though I'm a speck of dust...
Flooding tears upon the eye,
no worry
or boundaries
No bleating cries

There is no Falling
when you, my love, are
my every sky.

Big Dude Drew and White Kid Blake
Made a pact and a wish
One day
To become friggin’ Rockstar Famous,
The Next IT thing—hip hop Billy’s with Billions
Making It rain Benjamin’s
Their own music video rappin’
About drug ****, and ****** ****
The illest flows on repeat
Rap Artists was what
They dreamt of —fantasy for them “free”

That’s a Wrap! Not cutting it
In short
Shorts so sweet,
It ain’t about trees...

But Big Dude DREW knew
It was White Kid Black Addict
That ****** it Shot Up,
Drew felt he would of done it truly
Proud —Beast now without
A crown,
Is a sad sad king with his animal howl
Should’ve been me
But do not drown in the **** pity
Big Dude knew how to naturally be
Hip Hop, he was gonna
Be Hip Hop, suppose to...
Now he’s followed by a tall ***
***** haired balloon
Blank look devoid of what mattered
To most it is
Oxygen
              Substance
Breathing...

Oh hollow Thirst!  
How it drowns out life's liquid scenes,
All treacherous memory now
It dries the tongue;
          When recollections swim with dire aches
          In the stomach: lingering
Deserts  
          once oasis-providence:
the ease of us
sifting with the sand

Minutes limpid between caress.
Creation our chalice overflows

Quenching, in each other
Love for water
As the hours go to touching vastnesses
To open us / one heavenly sky :
Illuminating you
Both assuage and succor...

But I am both drought and man
          Flesh heavy / crawling through
         War's searing hills
         Chafed by what made me fearless . . .
         Once a Traveler discarding haste,
Who Thirsts for those wild  palm trees’ shade
Our moments / Still-pictures
The body we felt / Still continuously feeling.

It is as though an affliction’s game
To wait
Between search and weaning
No swift elixir
I am just a bare tree leaning.
(praying for love's rain...)

This Thirst is deeper than remembering
The drink that once was Us.

.  .  .  .


Halcyon,
I’m bathing in your adoration,

Nothing so sinful, or minuscule, as to need
Redemptive rinses of the spirit
When we were
As what we only knew how to be,
Ourselves alone
Yet together sharing feasts...

Which we lay out for each other
Ceremonious only through its unveiling,
Knowing how to trust this (which is between us).

Oh How to feed that old hunger,
How I’ve longed for you,
Lovely soft mornings, dew on your skin,
Like when we had the outdoors
With our mischief, green
Attentive as the grass when we look within…
Those bright eyes that pierce me deeper now
Understanding / how my breath always quivers
With the slight tips of your tender fingers.

Wish makes the body famished and weak,
Needing food
From in between
Kiss and spark
The smiles that shares heaven’s glee,
In each other’s sensations, feeling the answer
Rather than being told to eat…

The Reveries of wines tasted, the lifting of all things
To a memory, not yet having the full course
Of dining
with serenity, finding that destiny
Has yet to begin
When love was the race I was questioning,
While Kindnesses were supposedly human,
And all dreams came true with happy endings..??

Hunger can make the world seem cruel
When we give up on searching for meaning,
We ourselves make
The feast of meals
with our believing…

Among these godly spires:

Hot streets that gleam
harvesting
tourists from afar
pockets romancing
neon ***** and slots

our tables laid out to serve them
sliding doors and rollercoasters,
they are all ours

i dwell in its butterfly wings

with others who have stood
the fat rain and desert hail
in spring time
Crackling skeletal skeins
of lightning

Oh life, i am on-watcher...
blind from the sights,

sleep stealing summers
heat so disfiguring,
no longer listening
to cassettes in the car
melted like Dali art

the sun is a horrible comedian...
our winters are kite killing
my nose feels as if locked
by Samsonite
Winds wailing below freezing…

Among these lit boxes
copy cats and volcanic hopes
Mirage
through trials and tides
of creative construction of yore
most still stand *****

gambling on dreams
on days unkind, here i am
being pitied
a unicorn

losing / winded / coming out un-even
alive tho trying
to enjoy / her
admirable rivers of new
peoples and foods
fire-breathing signs
she has many stories up
beneath
her evening skin
& cold silver teeth

while i am young
she flashes me
underground
and
glowing candies...

Las Vegas

is my Grease-Lightning
and seductive Sandy.

The Mexican with his pistol goes to a Bar and orders a beer, “amigo, let me have a Corona, hold the virus!”

We’re all in the same boat, why capsize?

Firecrackers pop!
Cherrybombs' loud, go kaboom!
Neighbors kept awake.

Having a family is like ruling a kingdom,
With all that comes with the crown
Respect and Trust,
Don’t dismiss the importance of
Love.

Wake to each morning
In awe, as blue ocean drinks
The sky bleeding gold.

It’s better to wake early on
And experience the moments ahead
Wholeheartedly present

“Early bird catch that worm”
And notice the morning Grows
Feeling yet we forget to glow.

It’s better to know
This is Life
And this is Dying... get Woke

Whole heart & soul.

Logic and mathematical Reasoning
are assumed to be kin, all bare in mind.
Think again.
Truth is lost when kissing
cousins: Reasons & Excuses,
are allowed motive to marry relations.
That’s when “stupid” hurts the whole
the normalcy of freedoms of thought, learning Properly
How to / Not / be so Extra
Bettering the future still on-coming,
Like Runaway trains
We are on-going, born in Life to Live so
Now then—Go!
Be one
with the nature of Home.
Transcend & Enlighten
Oh...
Our Minds’ logic must harmonize
with the reasons of Life, seasons and
The rising tides.

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.

It’s err to be human,
And it’s err that runs amok
Our imagination toward the worst
Of thoughts, the rancor of regrets,
Not being involved
In the everyday
Human
Errs we forget
to celebrate.

Give a man choices
on what good things to do,
And perhaps he’ll forget
The worst
And laugh at the absurdities
How insignificant the hurt...

The best parts
Are those who choose
To stay and love you,
Even when we err to forget
To celebrate

The fool
That is loved is you...

Idle mind ponders
On times wasted, how our hands
Like devil’s playthings.

Kismet weaves itself among the lovelorn fevers

Across the divide of pedestrian Concrete rivers

Mute concerns of romance drowning in crowded ******

Asphyxiated hopes regurgitated Worshipping...

     Solace now a missing person on the milk carton
    
     Wrought with wish or promises by kept patrons

     The teeming of empty kin, lies white in the eyes

     Restlessly the hatred settles like dust, sins silently cry

Inside the place we should hold true

Is as absolute as the days the ****** rue.

In the pit of our shame, emptiness that hurts and mutes

A hell they can preview: the nothing they fall Into....

Clumsy in Mom's heels,
Curious toddler wanders
Clown-faced, smeared in rouge

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 was floating
lanterns
and we briefly were a/part
you still had 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...
keep alight and so on, carrying on,
      knowing tomorrow will come
      yet when I'm with you
I am made new,
Even in the dark where
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
      waking to life's wonder, then when
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
Lovingly    loving    Love
who fills my very cup
floating in the drink
of us.

(God how I love you.)

Poetry is finding beauty
Even among the broken,
To speak your thoughts amusing
Writing down the words like music
Feeling token kinship, one life one love
Poetry is flow, your heart’s beating drums,
How far your river runs.
Poetry is a home in the Sun.

The Scar of shame
Won't leave a mark or
Blemish the skin
But something deep within
Is bent, maybe even
Broken,
Such a scar makes one
Avoid looking at
Mirrors
At it's reflection...

Peace Be
To you and yours
To those whom you abhor
To every visitor at your door
Peace be

To kin and family
To their health or malady
Peace be
To The dearly departed
Those cradled now and
at infancy,
To thine legacy or worst enemy
Peace be

With all & with you
Peace be
To Life and the world
To boy and girl

Peace be
To you and yours

If you wear a disposable med. Mask outside in hundred degree Vegas heat, and hold a sign protesting "I can't breathe" it's not covid, it's stupidity. It runs rampant here abouts. Don't shoot, they're just stupid.

Poetry is my art, so I will paint with words and emotions which colors the ether. I am a grain of sand on the canvas. A tiny pin point of a star. To live forever in a twinkle of the eye. Beloved.
One in the infinite.
My heart is Your Heart
I am your Poetry.

(O most on High,
Oh Beloved.)

First remove that which kills
The guns, idiots are packing,
Casualties home grown
Bred fatal fetal hatreds
Trying to pass a law to
Make who / Behave? 
Regulate for what?
Why even carry,
Life off safety
It's concealed & ready...
Readily used at war,
With whom wonders how
Why give the toddler
Something sharp,
Go ahead some scissors, then
Have her dance about...
Plastic bullet is only a bruising
Duh... Ouch!

Remove now the words
Like separate, "aparteid" or
Enemy,
If we are as One
Supposed to be not
Our wars --we killing each other,
That's bad enough
But nothing's been done
The Globe is warming
Toward exploding
Losing our minds
Our freedoms now
Culling out our own futures
Defeated by the words
Blind belief

A double edged
Razorblade lies, giving up.
And it's said, they say
It's not what was said
But how outspoken.
No need pray,
Peace be to these
Dying days in it's silence,
Mum's the word.
And there's no word
For making
The sick Earth.

Since yet as One
And gone is long gone Ago
Mum's the word.
Since Now Must
           Do Don't Say
How to love / make
These last days
With ☮️ / @peace?

Love the Sick
World
Please, Pretty Please...

How sick am I !
Do I smell hints of pride??

It goads me that,
Even when I tell her the absolute truth
(Because we are blood, “family”)
She does not believe me
She takes it personal saying I lie to hurt her,
And I understand I rebelled
But we grow up eventually
And when all you have is the trust
Between you and loved ones
It cuts like a knife
Realizing
The truth of how you’re seen
There’s a
Loss of connectivity
That thing
Supposedly it’s “a given”
Between “family” (supposed to be)
First and foremost —good grief!
How it goads me!
That there’s no trust, ergo no
Love...?

Secretly
High-spirited
Exes
Neighbors
Acting
Nestled
Inquisitive
Guests
Amused
Nightly
Shirt­less.

Homeless, out of Luck,
Sleeps under a bus stop bench,
Snoring as it rains.