Ink staining blank pages,
sentiments caught fire

blurb in the moment,
a notion for the ages

simple inspiration's  nectar,
provocation's bedevilment

mockingbird of emotions
all that is sacred and trivial

tempting a blind ear to hear
invoking silent eyes to see

tainted lips to sing for eternity
asunder notes of parchment

one's own big blast of creation
*poetry in the making

In 1988 we moved to a very small town in South Texas.   It took us a while to get use to. My parents finally trusted my brother and I to venture out alone in this small town.  So here we go!  On our bikes we zipped down the dirt road and finally made it to a paved road.  The road was fresh with new asphalt and gravel. I could see bubbles of tar expand in the heat. They would pop as we would run over them.  We soon found ourselves at the town V.F.W building.  Behind it was a small lake.  My brother and I couldn't wait to explore all the new found trails.  One Saturday morning we took it upon ourselves to do just that. At the back of the lake was a small water fall! It was so full of wonder!  The water that fell formed a small clear pool below. A small clear stream ran slowly away from the pool.  We went further into the woods where the trails no longer guided us.  We discovered that this small lake was being fed by a creek that ran from the East side of town.  We could see the fish below the clear water creek. We then came upon a grassless area filled with dead leaves.  It reminded us of the fall in the youngest of summers.  The trees seem to block out most of the sunlight.  Only through the cracks in the dancing leaves would the sun dance under the shadow.  Most all the trees look the same.  All but one.  At the center of all shadow was a huge, thick, dark barked tree that seem to be the overseer of this place.  It was not very tall but rather very wide and thick.  It look like something out of a haunted forest.  It had very few leaves.  The leaves themselves seem to almost glow in the shadow.  We then saw strange animals that were not native to the area.  They all seem to disappear within the tree almost becoming a part of it.  We then hurried back home to show our Father what we had found.  The next day we took him out only to discover the tree was gone.  No sign of it whatsoever.  My brother and I swore to him that we had found it!  I am now a man myself and every now and again I venture out to that location.   I think one day I will see it again.

She smashes windows

and watches them fly

like tiny glass birds

and now and again

she likes to smash mirrors

that capture her eye

to see if she flies

the same...

a funny game i wanted to play with me

writing poem within mouth holding
a seed of blackberry.

the fruit was fleshy sweet
till tongue exposed its bone
staled, made it insipid,
as if, was never grown.

spit it out i could not do
that seed utterly dry
for i had given word to you
a poem to write must try.

as i thought up cutish rhyme
that must pleasure fetch
****** grew the seed with time
my mouth was messy wretch.

my tongue was thick of blue
too intense was my plight
but i had given word to you
must hold till end of write.

it's over now this awkward game
what a relief to throw it out
and never again shall i write a poem
with a blackberry seed in mouth.

The universe shifted,
barely anyone heeded
    reality's harsh course,
  'til the earth purged
every plastic contradiction
   bent upon shores' conflicts,
a tsunami of relevant citations
    and replenishing proportions
  clashed upon discordance of
    newly christened blood horizons

I open my eyes.  I am happy I have opened my eyes.  I take a deep breath.  And then I sit up.   Purple skies mixed in with the most beautiful of oranges and dying yellows.  The starlight takes over the skies as I forget the colors and my eyes fall in love with the lights of the night.  I know I have left my former life behind.  The stars in the sky begin to grow larger and brighter.  I then discover that they are not stars at all.  They are coming for me. All of them.  I am the shadow of sin.  I have committed atrocity after atrocity. I even destroyed all the life on this Planet. I thought I was going to die with it.   They now look like falling stars.  All of them blazing in my direction.  Sentinels of the light.  Angels of the heavens.  Call them what you like.  This battle will likely tear this Planet apart. Such a shame.  To shatter such a beautiful sky above. For even the eyes of darkness and chaos can find such a beauty.

She was a fiery seashell,
  lost 'neath convoluted oceans
     amongst opuses of pure poetry,
artistically outspoken
   'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind,
  beware Herr Lucifer,  
she rose from the gaseous chamber
   to live amidst ashes of immortality
         & renowned marital infamy,
      the eternal burning spirit of Lady Lazarus

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair  
And I eat men like air.
                 - Sylvia Plath

The ink agony
Wraps me like a widow mother
With her dying infant....

On the other side of this galaxy a light calls to me..  I travel on Star light wings to the shining light surrounded by a wicked darkness..  I find a planet much like mine there.   It is engulfed in a dark cloud of unnatural ash and smoke.. But there is a splinter of light that shines through the ash filled sky..   I fly toward the light and feel its heavenly warmth..   I see and feel the presence of a being down on the surface whom is battling the armies of hades and hell..  A planet full of demons and devils are trying to dim this warriors light..  He is the last of his kind..  He is cutting through them with two magnificent  blades made from sun light and moon light..  But he is growing weary and can barely stand..  He then drops down to one knee and puts both swords on the ground..  He prays,  "  And my final hour, I have loved you, I have remembered you, I have forgiven you.. I have slayed as much darkness as I can..  This will be the end of all of us..  But not without me making the darkness bleed.. With your light and love I ask that you please send to me the angel of the stars.. So that they may take me high above where I become a painting made up of star light for all eternity.. I ask this in prayer amen."   And so I pass through the ash filled sky and roar the roar of the Dragon..  The armies of demons and devils stop in awe at what they see before them.. I stand behind this last man here on this planet.. I then unleash a beam of light into the sky and burn away all the ash above..  The sunlight returns and begins to burn the demons and devils away..   With light wings I fly around the dark side of this planet and shine away all that is wicked away..  I then meet up with the last man before I depart..  I give to him a relic given to me by my fellow mage Osiris.. The relic of the star tear.. This is your prayer..  Become the angel of the stars..