From love's facination the joy and pain of it all they slowly pull their questing hand away from flickering flame away from love or loss.

Frisky and coye a first then they quickly see the spectre of past demons of bloodied hearts ..deception then they recede and begin to dance ..
As
They turn their minds away to  havens built from the rubble of yesterday..fall away.

To bastion and barricades they made from fantasies of the highest grade "  my heart of heart cant take the chance of another love found and another love lost"
SO..FALL AWAY THEY MUST.
The clock ticks forward
Never back and so the dance proceeds
A dirge as understudy seeking solace centerstage seeking. Wanting.desirous. envious and confused.

An ember still seeking air it sits hopefully in hearts all dressed up in pounding chest.
Again the moment sits there the tick the tock from love's timekeeper time reaper and so the the moment passes as she turns askance with fears well justified.
She turns the lock as tumblers catch the safety latched.
Dreams at bay.
Hopes astray
Needs neatly wrapped and tucked away.
Love, love go.away come again some other day.
Sweet nothings how they capture.keens to rapture
Just love me please for what I am,love me with no reservations . See deeeper than my fears. Take my hand and lead.the dance but love past all other. The silent request.
In the moments heat turned slow deception. They learn to
Fall away

My how my muse desires you.Deeper you are is it your insanity.
Is it mine. Intoxicating. Born
Ouside dimensions you emit a constant hum or is it me the antenna born to your freakuency.

Every answer is a question. My inquisition.
Raw as a flicking lash..subtle as a midnight whisp.
Irish eyes awash with irony. You swiftly pull my pathos a querry in constant posture.

You are a devine girl/woman
Neither young nor old ...a vessel,a wonderous curiosity. Hannah you are what ?.
An ovation of thunder?
A Dickensonian verse ?
An ancient curse ?
A raven ?
POE ?
Bitter...Sweet enigma.

A sand siren self aware
You have my full attention every sultry deed.
God I feel the tide draw ill.
Against my will.
The mirage persists even to the touch.jagged rocks a starboard aching need a larboard. Simply Hannah.
But sad to say, I have seen you before sitting on beached and rotting vessel ashore arms oustretched your sisters have sung that
Sweet beguiling song to me before.I have surrenderd and run my boat ashore
At times turned the rudder and put my back to the breezes
Your song.
Your smile.a reincarnation
An ill wind sweet stench of forbidden. Solitary lilac standing tall beneath a waning moon..sweet
A portrait.
Succubus.
Cloaked in plain sight you are open as the sphinx. Too young to be this ancient too wise to be this.Hannah.

Brash as brass knuckles backhanded on bruised cheek. Soft as overspun cotton candy.
Add water and stir girl
All around the world girl
Proof positive that god has a wicked
Sense of humour.
Beautifull
Hannah.

So I asked the old man in the easy chair what happened  after Normandy. He said " they gave us hell to ring the bell but then we struggled and fell like flies ".

Then we kicked em in the mouth kicked em in the nuts.
They turned to flank us and we kicked em in the ribs an knew there and then that we would win.When they turned to run, we kicked em in the *** right back to Berlin.

Q.
5. When is love unofficially over.
A.
4. When the eyes scream or loathe.
Q.
3. What do you do with a drunken sailor.
A.
2. Heave ** and up she rises.
Q.
1. When
A.
0. Earli in the morning.

Got stripes.
       Got scars.
            Got callouses.

                        Took licks
  
Got trauma.
Got.............drama.
Got skills......& still. Getting tested by
By pencil necks in droopy pants...or tight nut huggers.
Still trying to read and play pretty.

I still got all my canines ...jaw lock is tenacious. Can be hard or gracious.
Best of both worlds.
                       You can
Play at your own risk.

Does the left hand know
What the right does ?.
Left to it's own devices.
All thumbs.
                   The devil is in the details hidden in the palm. Between the lines.

1999
I left my heart right in the middle of San Francisco.
In 1999.

I remember from my first memories with all senses humming waking up on Sunday mornings to the squealing seagulls. The smell of briney sea air was sharper

On most sunny sunday
mornings I would awken and lay in bed wake..dreaming for what seemed like hours.
The smells of grandma's rose and flower garden mingled with the smell of sunny Sundays.
The BBC wafted in through kitchen and bedroom windows.Mozart and Sinatra tag teamed  against The Ink Spots and, Stan Getz.  The Swallows flew back to Capistrano on yearning wings.
Then up and out on walk and sprint to the Caribbean sea, a gem coated shimmering twinkling dancing blanket of rising sun meets amniotic blue churning as froth and mist drifted in a sunday sermon from the water's deep and shallow.

A bubbling embrace as sprint turns to
Swan dive into the Sunday morning sea.
Seven day ritual baptism in the Sunday morning sea...at one with and free.
Now.
A sprint to the bobbing fishing boats that never drew fish from their restfull retreats of the morning Sea.

Breakfast
The sounds of tinkling teacups another ritual as granny stirred brown sugar and condensed milk into a carmel swirling with Johnny Cakes and coconut oil fried eggs waiting and wafting out
To the Sunday morning sea.
My Puppy and me then down through the flower garden.
Of we scampered with cares falling away and secrets to share while throwing stones into
The Sunday morning sea
My puppy named Ranger,barefeet and knee pants the hot sting on my ankle from a chastising fire ant rudly stabs at my reverie
As far as the horizon will let.
My imagination flees and unfetters to shores unknown that kiss and caresses my Sunday morning sea.

You must not now deny
It. your hand.
Write...from.... it.

If you can.

When we were kids in school,there was a gravity between the two of us unlike most kids our age.we sought each other's company above all else apart from all else.
And sit in quite solitide for hours.

Heads inches apart,hands combined to finish the task every now and then a giggle or whisper. We would take turns page turning or holding while the other worked.a team.

You were my comfort, my best friend and confessor I was bent that no-one should hurt you, bully or divest you of any possession. My friend,my girl.

If dying is the wage of sinning and

Endless.fire the coin of blasphemy,
What then lines the pockets of infidels.

Three brass coins.

Two cover the eyes

One for the tongue that lies.

Of time turn slow or fast .the spool looses form and spins faster. Salvation or disaster but turn it must.
           OF change strangled complacency.. tangles mediocrity.

          Of seasons turns and returns winter to spring ...all is forgiven til icy winter.

Of science does and undoes angers mother nature

Cant keep a good man
down less he's good and
Comfy laying on
The ground.

One way ticket my bungee cord is lying he has a surprise well hidden.I will be clueless.
The ride will
Be familiar.
Except
For
The
E
N
D
I
N
G

Glowing stars of a galaxy,
That never should've came to be,
Unless God came to oversee,
Another place, another galaxy.

Roaming millons of years ago,
Over the mountains and through the snow,
Dinosaurs roamed across the sand,
Another place, another land.

Waters filled with creatures,
Foam capped waves crashing on beaches,
God was happy with what he saw,
Another place another awe.

Then the best was saved for last,
Someone who could recall the past,
The amazing creation of human kind,
Another place, another time.


Waters full of creatures,
Foam capped waves crashing on beaches,

Down in meadows where sweet grass grows by the inch by moolite -a girl I  know she would stroll.. quietly ,barefoot and beautiful.

Flowers and rose petals filled the air as she strolled to valley.down.deep. this girl I know who couldn't sleep. she.strolled.to the green valley way down deep.

Nite breezes whispered sadness of love adrift like the echoing bubbly,babbling brook as cool grass mingled with achy feet she walked her cares to the valley down deep.

This lady I know is lovely and rare and full of sudden sweet surprise. Like the ones that sparkle from her sleepy eyes. I think she is layered and her sorrows are deep and her pain she does keep quiet and hidden
Way down deep.
So, I somtimes wonder and conjure  what it be to hold her hand ,put her head on my shoulder sing a lullaby low and deep and stroll together on the winding path that would take us by starlite and moonlite and gentle brook to.lay us both down  in clover and Jasmine.
stroke her brow and whisper.her away to sleep in the peacefull valley with windmills up on the hills.
That  place in her joyfull surrender in the green valley way down deep

This woman I know is soft as surrender and tough as iron but the girl inside still dreams the wistfill fairytale ending while doing and going and fixing unending. Regret like a stone on her shoulder, head bowed and sweet.she has kept to the task but now weary for rest and gentle persuasion.
There's a place in the gloaming where dreamwalkers meet a misty suspension. A warm sunny place a snow capped and glistening winterland an azure briney ocean and sand.
Sahara of rippling sand like sweet music rippling forth from a merciful harp that draws her up upwards and aloft  to soar and skim in freedom then she sails the Caribbean trades with the wind in her hair still dreaming wide awake.. she.sits on the bow and seaspray carresses her hopes . Salty misy and cool and she dreams in a dream inside of contemtment unending. Then soars aloft again infitfull sleep then plunges to depths of secrets well kept to.the valley so green and so deep.
To the valley
The valley of sleep.
To green meadows
In the valley.down deep.

Polar caps are high and dry.

Rip van Wrinkle took a no doze.

Forrest Gump smoked a bowl a ses.

My first X wife wants to hook up.
My.second X wife is having second thoughts..
That's a first.

Working on a sub 2 minute mile.

Gonna.cruise to Tahiti in style Then go check my forty acres on the dark side of the moon and oh,my first X wife wants to bump and grind.

Jeasus. She Has lost her mind.
One step.forward...three steps behind.

Driving down the main this eveningI heard happy music playiing but

radio had the news. It was the girl going south with a cell phone to her mouth. Samba, merengue.played
loudly .

No one was singing.I swear.flowery,earthy beat to pat my feet.
From where ? Just out of thin air.. no im pleased to report the girl going south had a roll and sway in the way she walked, I swear I heard music as she walked I swear I heard a samba mambo.how beautifull.and sweet.
The hot stepper took the music with her but my day was complete.

Like the tattered shoe.
In the,dust and corner
Sits in the.back of the.closet.right
Hand rummages
And brings forth YOU.

The left foot  without mate.
Memories of our last journey etched carelessly on the sole....oh yes,the muddy trail...abides.
Must remember.

To the hunt now for the pairing a story needs tellimg lest it be just ink on the page or a jealous memory.
A blossom in aspic...come out come out wherever you are.

To the hunt..under the bed search every corner.may be discarded in a fit of cleaning while searching for higher meaning.
come out come out wherever you are.I need you more than ever now.
old shoe.

On hwy to hvn.

Dicey spot. The drivr is a sott.

Take a chance on happenstance for.
Furthur up the road..

Pull to the curb.
And toss out cookies.
Peal off aginn.

I fling my netted snare and it umfurls in salted air it widens as it lingers aloft then falls .
Weighted borders dictate.
A THING OF GREAT MAJESTY.
THEN.
To depth.
To souls unawares.

To gentle carress.
To gentle embrace...then settle.
To the lights embrace...soft insistence.comes truth  and the light . Break free of all conceptions.  now rise  from depths of ignorance
to turbulent Revelations.

but for a moment then peace is my reward....calm assurance awaits you....I am the light of life the way.
so rise and face the day.

I am the Fisher of men souls and the light to shine the way.

Even more beautiful when flustered.

Brush the hair from your face. Your eyes glisten more brightly.
Am I wrong my sweet ?

I have nothing to encumber me.
I have been set free.

Am I wrong ?

My dear,  there are many parts to me.
Inquire within.

You are beautiful from arms reach.

Lucky man who owns the key.

Please forgive me for any indiscretion.

I am a man no more no less.
Your aura it intoxicates me
And I desire your burning flesh

Your carnal nubility.
Your spirittual energy it whispers
Tenderly as your eyes linger,longer.my heart skips, the pounding in my ears grows stronger.

So again I pose the question

Am I wrong ?

One Destiny.

One goal.ants to the task ,warriors

One..death

Honor ?
Who is to say.

Freedom is not without cost.
Strong hearts meet task.

Weak ones can only bask.

Cant swallow my Tilapia for the girl across the room.
My.soups.gettin cold cause of miss Boom Boom.
Looking to my right penne pasta chicken. Boy my 20/20 vision is takin a lickin.
Not really my style but the seating is what it is Soo...

Tig O Biddys got me in a bind.
Biddys in front and Biddys on the side.
Biddys one mile high and.ten miles wide.
Like dicing.onions
They made me. Shake my head and cry

Night shimmer with a ginned up glimmer.A double palm grip.He bores through my windscreen.
Dead eyed urban zombie.

Chrome flashes.dude hAs,long eyelashes. One face down.my turn comin round. This my friends is  a gangland popper.Wrong place wrong time show stopper.
Who-Bangin
Lead slangin.
Exit 10 East
Transverse colon in the belly of the beast.
One  stop shopping one size
Fits all.
I watch in slow motion as John Doe
Skids ands sprawls.Head buster got im.

Tin Foil wrap or
Rat a tat tat...
I Gotta move.

I love the feel of LA in the night.
setlow behind the wheel I get the
feel of a bird in flight.
night out baby night   owl on the prowl For meaning.
crawling down Sunset cruising up vine
UNION ST. No real
destination no special place to find lights halo blurred in the distance,halo blurred in the rear oview blind.Getting smaller in the climb .Mullhulland Drive.
I 10 West to the pier Cresting waves shimmer and disappear.LINCOLN Drive.
ROLLING THROUGH the gardens of Nickerson Projects.social prpjection turned witches cauldron .Night shadows like nightshade.antennas quiver.
The Shaw .Liemert Park
After dark.
Black velvet
Jazz redux.
Sagging jeans for tuxes.
Homeless dude on the bus bench cross Century Blvd.
Soutward bound.
Greyhound bus growls and slithers by.
Leavin town.
Bye
Bye.

Littl men in three point hats have rapped my knuckles for asking why. Compensatory monster trucks parked in private spaces.

Gonna.show.who's. Boss.
Really kids, no real loss..

Born to win or lose.

In the middle we live suspended.
In the moment.

Perp walk to perpetuity.
Not then nor now just IS.

What it is.
slowly twisting in wind counter orbital

Spin.The.clock strikes midnight
And we begin.again
Just IS.
Perceptions is reality.
That sketches the borders.
Of.IS

The veil lifted. I have been gifted for will and.fire.
A year.of.grace,one of the chosen few.to.soar,roar and push my.limits.
ONCE MORE.
Near decades have past.

My mission.now
To pay it.forward with verve.
Humbled
Stumbled.by invisible demons.
The journey continues.
Never backwards.
Pray.

A mighty force was he when stricken and brought to heel a dynamo of sound and fury of seething power.

Now bowed at the neck and bound
Lashed to riggings.

Years adrift
Tongue torn from root.
Eyes seared in blazing sunlight.
Broken.now
A score less four an eternity.
Waiting,waiting the wait of
Hopelessness seemingly forever.each day then next.

Half score then more adrift just at sea in purgatory

Old smoker sending one ping for distance. Downscope,now dive the boat now soon.
Dive the boat.

All full ahead now down 40 degrees.
Blackwater,Blackwater.

I am in the golden time now.
Destiny crooks her finger, beckons me to
Her alter.

The moment is upon me  keeps my head bowed- low and grateful
a  wisdom still young.a toddler still.
so when she caresses my back ever so softly and whispers feathers in my ear
"fear not all is well written"
truth is your  shield,courage is your armor , steadfast  be  your bow spoken word , arrows in the wind.

I will douse you in  scalding
hot fire.the rain with temper you
lightning will strike from high and draw you forth anew.
you are in the golden chalice and none shall conquer you.

Poppa told me to do better but I  shat where I ate once.she ran it by me once.twice three times a lady.
Sold!!!.
that left a bad aftertaste.

Now.

Call me.
Mia Culpa.  I Got the wrong
Number sorry. who is this.Who is this?

Spring jus a jump out please
Kick old man winter.lick im down to him knees.
Seen...me just done wid shiver an freeze.

Spring be a gent an lift the flap pon you tent. Jus lick down Joe north and jack frost.my gas bill outa site.

Cant mek love unda covah.
Need room fi manuever.
But mi hut too chilli.

This is a formal request.
With all due haste.sans deliberation.

spring please come.forward
Forward.

Under shroud of sickly moon lite rides.beneath sodden cloak and leather.Under pelting rain .

Over barrren beaten pathway.over polished cobble.rides. eyes a glimmer in the gloaming. Rides.
He
The my way or the highway man
Aboard a wooden steed.The hollows clatter in his soul
Bears witness
To his folly.  
So forward ever
Backward
Never

big Hand laying on top of the small hand straight up midnight.

water drip dropping in the kitchen sink like a dusty jackhammer
solving Chinese algebra in the Blazing noonday Sun

good bye baby so long girl.
you knew the drill off the top of
your head you knew  how to make me hurt....so good
I dreamt that dream again last night standing in the middle of the floor.the music was low the tempo real slow

just how we did a thousand times before  but this time, this time baby
they were just four walls ,the music playing  and the closing of the door.

did you ever do Bojangles at the end of  a social rope.

stretched out on an ant hill looking up at the slate gray skies of Babylon.
Slip a notch.

Hop scotch...
give a dog a bone.
Peas porridge hot Peas porridge Cold.

Slip a notch...no porridge at all.

Park Peggy.
Pull the emergency brake.I throw away the key.
We had a nice ride.
                  Pop my collar against the cold.hands drop deep in my pockets...the city lookspretty from up on.this hill.

Peggy.                  Slow stroll to the rat race.gotta make a killing.

Sixty cents on the dollar.the laundry man is brutal.......Peggy.

Love you baby but I gotta take another route.

There is this girl cross tracks.
Like nobodies business.
Spun my head like a mill on the hill.
Peggy.
Any way.
That's my story
train lites coming up.fast.
Moment.
Of.
Decision.
Kickin rocks.goin the other way baby.
Thump.thump.on the other side of
the tracks now.

Peggy.