Hush descended on the birds of the valley
a horned owl hooted on the hill above me
emerged from the mist a pale blue moon
you know in the jungle the night comes soon!

Nocturne shimmered expectant still
the king had arrived to claim his ****
his shadow moved with a low mutter growl
stopped in its hoot the lone horned owl!

Thirty feet below neath the yawning screen
on the big oak the tallest on ravine
it so seemed but only a few pace
within the reach of the king’s embrace!

The two only knew who were in the war
one to be witnessed by the langur sambar
cries of caution they all would sing
not least bothered arrived the king!

On its track stopped the wind afraid
as the risen moon showed the king’s head
his paws advanced eyes fixed on me
for three days the king was going hungry!

Licking his **** he took an apple bite
birds took flight night froze in fright
to shoulder must raise my rifle on knees
while the king ate his dinner in peace!

His eyes glimmered in pleasure’s full glow
my fingers closed and inched up slow
but what I did over the valley rang out
cupping my hands gave a full throated shout!

It echoed in the hill such loud was the blare
the king ran for life with his tail in the air
and so long he lived couldn’t recover from daze
of being driven by a weakling out of village!

I've always been slightly obsessed
with the human mind.
It just fascinates me.

How is it that one second
a person can be a stranger.
And yet, one second later,
they become your whole life.

I'm not sure if it's the way you first looked at me,
like for once in my life
I was being looked at and not through.
Or maybe it's how you made me feel like finally,
I wasn't so alone.

It's been 625 days
since that first look.
And now I'm right back where I started.

Transparent.

~

Sitting on this roof,
seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows
finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,
as winter’s wind howls about my face

Speakers blare in cramping holiday tones,
(What’s so wonderful about it ~ this time of year?)
Shingles damp and slippery,
still I hold on for dear life

Fingers numb but clinging,
for without my seated sadness
on this peak above chimney ash
watching streams finding the edge

how else would those muddied
tear drop icicles form?

~

Then I hear it on shivering vibrations
A voice from ~ out there ~ somewhere
A shadow beneath a flickering street light
Footprints in circles about the square

Moving in my direction
My silhouette on white clouds shimmies
A little to the side, for a better view
Wings ~ it has ~ she has wings

I blink a frozen eyelash ~ she is sitting next to me
A warm, feathery quilted wing about my shoulders
Chilled cheeks burn as I smile
and my heart melts as she whispers to me ~

*“No more icicles”

In this service, i will pronounce a disservice,
too many.
I vocalize "YHWH" as "WE",  
here it goes:
True, the Bible, the Koran will not agree:
The Egyptians and Greeks were so sure
of their  beliefs.
I see us all a part of polytheistic sanctity.
No apples eaten no Satan.
Only two parts of the same religion, front
and back, all sharing Hell.
We all are descended from Adam.
Who the ever He was.
We descend from unity to here to learn the tragedies, the humors, the other side of Heaven. If we learn, get the message,
we return to our oneness.
Our Atoms
our Us,
again part of the,
We.

A name so colors one, is anyone satisfied with
a nomenclature such as Myrtle or Prudence or
a name that shouts out a particular feature:
like Hogg, or ****.
Who the hell is as lucky as Rene Descartes
or 'scuse me , my favorite, Blaise
Pascal. Wow. I wanna name me next newborn
Papa, see what becomes
do his pals
make fun.
Or, will he or she
suffer
under letters small
and
significant.

You said to me you are ok, but I beg to differ.  I sit here next to you as an observer watching.  Yes on the outside you seem in control . You may be able to fool those around you but I know you too well and I see behind the mask. I see what is happening before my very eyes. As the evening begins I'm happy to be with my friend but I see the gradual change as the ruby liquid flows filling your mouth and warming your blood. I see my friend disappear before my eyes.   You think your in control but I see it slipping away and before me the transformation begins. I watch and wonder do I rock the boat?  Can I be the one to make you see? The evening goes on and with ever drink I watch my friend slip farther and farther away from me. I become more and more uneasy. I am angry and saddened  to see the control that lasted for 11 years slip away so easily. Knowing how proud you are of this difficult feat you worked so hard to overcome, decimated in the blink of an eye.  Back to square one you will have to go. Can I make you understand what you are doing? Can I make you see how you've gone astray? Is it really worth it to take the chance and possibly lose my friend?
I know the answer before it's even reaches my lips. I really have nothing to lose because I lost you the moment you took that first sip. I only hope I can make you see it too.

The things we do
The way we feel
One word at a time

Nervous
That's my stomach
When you come into my sight

Fast
Is the beating of my heart
When you come close enough to touch

Soft
The feel of your bare skin
When it's barely up against mine

Sweet
The smell of your body
When you're all wrapped up in me

Heat
What we make
When our hearts pound together

Friction
The best thing to have
When you're all up inside me
Pleasing to every inch

More
The way we feel
When we never wanna stop

Yes
My answer to anything
When all I want is you

Beautiful
The only thing you see
When you look into my eyes

Wild
What I see
When I look into your soul

Tired
What we are
When we've had *** for hours

Everything...  One word at a time

Love
What I feel for you
And a million words couldn't
Describe how much
Love
I feel for you,

One word at a time...

snow comes early this year
in southern climes

- records broken


radio man talks
of a warming globe

- a broken record


seas have risen
many, many times
and frozen, too

- in southern climes


have I shown you
my wooly mammoth tooth?

it's very old.

r ~ 11/1/14

If you bother to seek,
you deserve to find.

The Universe knows this.
It's a divine property:

Use thy Mind,
thy divine property.