I took a walk before dark
after the rain broke and had
to pass through the park
choked with winter briar
empty vials needles dog ****
piles and broken pieces of slide
rusting out beside a swing set
frame with rusty chains holding
up empty space while the whole
******* place looks like it could
use a tetanus booster if we hope
to have any kind of future clubs.

A shiny surface in the Moon light
drips suggestions of ***
I cannot deny sexuality
and being human with a soul
or rather a soul with a body
I try my useless best to kiss the Moon
without her thinkinking or me thinking
about either of us getting pregnant.

The woes of life
we pass them on,
'cause if we can't see them
then the problem is gone.

We shudder when
we hear transgression
but we all watch on
and then take our confession.

Now that we're forgiven
we can carry on
cause if we can't see it
then the problem is gone.

The world we know
could be much better run,
removing the barrier,
deserting the gun.

Renounce all the greed
and announce it out loud.
That up until now
we cannot be proud.

Or we can stand still,
and not move on.
Cause if we pretend
then the problem is gone.

Could we stand together
and perhaps all refuse
to join in with hate
and reject racist views.

This is maybe the only
way that we can move on.
Cause if we all join together
then the problem is gone.

my heart wakes last of all
at the touch of love.

and now awake she unfurls
into all the spaces.

filling up all that's wanting
she sings to her lover.

the lover who rouses
all that's good within her.

one small act of selflessness
a cup of water

after reading of the spiritual
love permeates all souls

its not rocket science
although charity dwells there too

was hoping to garden yesterday, clear the ground,
it was a challenge, with all that rain. so we
mended things, with love and string.

it is a challenge, 52 , to even think and google
meanings.

many types, immeasurable, not three nor for all
of us. yet those of us who do, may trust blindly,
childishly love our toys, cherish home, hold
memory.

i looked up, that does not mean i love you.

narcissus.

sbm.

I would a day of hardness cry
I did a night of dark  to die
I could survive the holocaust
I would like to be a knight on horseback
I need the strength of Hercules
it seems
only to survive
in a mind of doubt and weakness
so I will dream again rebirth myself
a better man not of this earthly plan
make me anew with  strength of will enduring pain
find again the righteousness men deserve
seek again a ****** will a strength of naivette
look at the sunrise as a chance to change be what I knew
I could

The waiting is what slows me down,
The waiting makes me weak.
The waiting that draws out my days
And keeps me from my sleep.

The waiting keeps me dwelling long;
Gives hopes of nothing more.
When I decide to recognize,
I'll be waiting here no more.

Waiting weeks for something good
Or expecting something bad,
Keeps my mind on what just might;
Not all the great I have.