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Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
When I am in the company of women I strive to hold the beauty of the
Moment.

When I am in the sphere of femenin my senses lenghten just to hold the substance the
Moment

When I look a woman in the eyes ,the value of the
Moment

When I draw near a woman, no matter age or vlsion. Still the
Moment

The moment. Lends me certainty. Oh nothing wrests my certainty
That fragile strong or otherwise
My very sbstance was derived from the culling of the
Moment.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Can you tell when the magic is  about to happen.
When the hook is taking hold.

Do you get  a funny feeling when it comes together
When the reason finds a rhyme

The feeling fits the word.

The senses  click when the tumblers fall in line.
The phrases hover then flutter.

A drifting mist takes flight. It soars  defiantly.  

A fleeting thought turns slowly round and round.
A drop of rain falls slowly then swiftly then ripples on shimmering pond.

Ripple, ripple wider still  running free to bank.

The lapping sound I hear in deep. Indeed the simple echo.
My mind asks how this came to be. In truth it even puzzles me .

Call it what you will my friends. I call it poetry.

I now  careess  my  blue guitar. It takes me on the journey
The instrument it masters me as I have learned the rote.

A dewdrop trembles  on  the   E string then echoes and cries softly. Fretted gently it


whines and squeals in sad ecstasy. The blues in my hand.


The motion in my mind.
The ripple of the pond.
The union.               Nubile and free.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Beautifull
And
Lonely. Encased in timeless
Lore. The
Siren sits at waters edge and sings her love
Ashore.
None so far in centuries have
Dared to
Answer call
Lest he become another fish
Like countless gone before.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Too much time to ponder
Rarely brings a proper stance.
Attitude and confidence
No doubt will play a part.
Single minded narrow views
In time can cause confusion.
Talking is a calming breeze
In finding sound solutions
One will find a  smoother path and
Newer ways of Thinking.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
When I was just a little lad
I never knew my mom and dad
My big brother was my hero.

He raised Pidgins as a hobby.

One day he upped and promised me
a pidgin of my own. Oh goody.

One day a storm blew into town and blew his pidgin
coop aground.

The sole survivor of the storm was one pathetic squab.

Here little brother says my sib.He's yours.
so I fed him,and built a nest for him, and
hugged him, and pet him,  and loved him.

He was me and I was he my little buddy Pete.
and every day I wouldn't stop to play but run
home to my Pete. Oh my brother George is my hero.

One day I ran home  to my Pete and found no sign of him.
I asked George where my Pete boy was. He said he had no clue.
I found out later That sum-***** sold Pete.
That rat ******* sold my pidgin.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
The Viet Nam era was a witches brew.Mission creep in  Saigon
The evening news brought the ****** trips stumbling into
my TV dinner, kicking over my Tang.

Bouncing Betty went bang
Beans and ***** out the can.

Guys in my age bracket  knew it was safe cause 18 was the magic Number.
RESPECT
Simon and Garfunkel ,The godfather of soul.
What we.
Had Here.
Was.
Failure to Communicate.

We were reaching for the stars with one hand and
squeezing of rounds with the other. Bobby was in the crossfire
Martin would retire,
I remember.

Guys slinking back home with broken minds
Baby killers all. No love ,No jobs. COMBAT FATIGUE.           PTSD     Came later.
Got a monster habit, Nose running of  like a racetrack rabbit.

Oh yeah Asian Strain Gonorrhea.
Penicillin
Penishmillin.  ***

Hendricks.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
Old women sit around in smokey rooms
Pulling on Stinking cigars. Lights turned low
The red  ends glow like big bloodshot eyes.
They wink in and out.
Murmuring chants and singing in low oblique tones.

Your soul is in question your will directed.

Have a cure  with your man's cheating ways
Obeah.
You been having a bad streak of luck. One thing then the next.
Obeah on you. Go see lady cross town. Bring money.Obeah

You strongly believe someone  Put Hudu on You. You been sick
for some time now and the pills just wont do.Obeah
Somebody put bad eye on you too. Obeah

If you believe then all things are possible Not true? Obeah Chicken blood
and the root to suit your condition. Now sit still and listen to her( premonition)
Obeah.

Let the spirit have his way.Draw the cancer from your bones
But you have to give yourself to the spirits of the dead. Obeah

The Zombie walks around at night snatching souls from  the sleeper.Leaving the empty husk as witness.
Sleep light my friend and keep. Keep your poultice near.Do not abandon fear.Obeah.
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