did you see the dog outside the bar the night we met.? she was tied to the parking meter pole. a huge puppy and all she kept doing was licking my hand. Snowflake. she was huge and white and it was the night of the blizzard. sweet and beautiful Snowflake, and then gone. isn't that the way of all beautiful things? but not gone if we hold the moment, it has to be held with the heart. that's the only way....Snowflake dead....COLD
BLOODED MOON
...

This...
The shaking of a reed
The movement of the water
The flicking of a flame.

This...
The crying of a child
The weariness of the labourer
The burning skin from the sun.

This...
The racking pain of guilt
The salty tears of loneliness
The swan song of past glories.

This...
The masks of complacency
The contracts of acceptance
The closing of the mind.

This...
The continuing saga
The words that fill the pages
The lot in life we all share.

If he were a bird, I would let him perch  
On my shoulder, right next to my ear;      
His downy feathers would caress my face,
And his songs only I would hear

If he were a frog, I would hold him close --
And shelter him in my pocket;
Or, wrapped in ribbons,  he might feel at ease
Worn near my heart, like a locket

If he were a bee buzzing 'round my head,
I'd let him make a nest in my hair;
And in evening's hush he'd rest on my lips  
And leave honey-filled kisses there

In a jovial way,  I'm saying Love is blind
To the diversities dealt by Fate;
Our mortal frames are inconsequential ---
True love recognizes its mate

eyes on the pavement,
the tiny architectects
of sky bound prayers.

the children draw dreams
with chalk-stained hands
on the cracked concrete,
flowers, and sky bound birds,
and home and stars and rainbows.

a shimmer of light on stone.

will the chalk bleed before the bloom?

~
Tonight underneath debris
Family foreclosure
...
Heaven's legs dawn through window
Offer artificial hope
...
Employee to love
Dressed for escape
...
Pleasure town angel
A multi-colored pretty thing
...
Mom questions way
Daughter drives to parties
...
Empty lips talk
**** reflection patterns
...
Death inside mom and dad
Beautifully cold skin
...
War god kiss
Midnight blue people (at dinner table)
...
Young shadows flower
Final stars fire
...
Money born cloud
Raining on remnants of family
...
Is there nothing
Left to mortgage?
~

So many times
I fell behind  
And my fears
Got the best of me.  

Caught by surprise              
In your looking-glass
Eyes
I locked into                          
Blew my mind--                    
I was not of your kind.  

But I still stayed                             By your side                        
There to guide  
My steps everyday                            
In every way;  
Trapped inside the
Obligation to stay.  

I thought you were
My friend;    
I had to pretend
To fool myself into
Believing in you.  

Caught in your lies,               
Hid behind your      
Disguise  
That you built up                    
Through the night--      
Nocturnal sight.  

You destroy             
Those you cannot
Pay;         
But those you've
Betrayed  
Now have better
sight,  
Brighter light,  
Slowly building up
The  
Strength to fight.  

And of all the
promises       
That you break,  
You justify by the
Laws               
Of give and take.  

These political and
Social              
Fault lines in the
Minds                
Of many, undermine  
Highlights--now the  
Cultural and structural  
Twilight--

The ancient                             
Disconnect between                    
The power elite  
And the people on the
Level of the street--     

Leading to higher
Levels
Of political and              
Social Chameleonic         Descent;  
Left wondering                  
Where our       
Idealistic & democratic               Societies went.          

So, as we watch  
Many of the global
Power elite  
Play their games
Of hide & seek                          
Behind           
The weight of policy--
That higher degree of                      Moral, political                    
And social leprosy--

You'll look for us,                     
But we'll be gone.