my lover invited me to a place called surrender.She said it was where she lived now.

I went there for a minute. A day trip was all.
Nice.The pace was glacial.                                              Everyone smiled and helloed
                                                                                       The air was fresh.the water pristine.



With arms wide open she held me closer than close.
Her love engulfed me. I sighed with relief.                      Home at last.
                                                                                        But I could not stay.

My heart was like Judas.
Thirty pieces of nothing..
Just like fine desert sand... slipped through my fingers .Bright lites big city.

Can a 9 mm lead composite slug introduced
to a human anatomy at high velocity turn to gold at
Point of exit ? No.

Will that human composite of blood and bone change  forever ?
Will a bear defecate in the woods ?

Words not war.

Spices/nices... sweets and creams. Smells like home
Bodega my senses. Herbs/Lotions. from across time and the ocean.
                                        Remedies for achy knees.
                                        Cough syrup/liniments.
Mangoes and tangerines.
Mamae/papaya.
Waha leaf.                       Tree bark/arrowroot.
                                        Nescafe/Milo.

Pastries.Puddings.
cakes and tamales.
Ginger beer/seaweed sweet drink

Love potions in the back room.
spells and fixes too.
Yeah the old is new.

The Bodega is a slice of home,
mysterious and familiar.
good for what  ails ya.

Placebo ? oh no
cho man.

Sight up mi queeen she jus a. Rock an come een.
head pan mi chest. Mi arm round she waist.
Sweet syncopate make.love never hate

Ina dance hall jus a rub-a dub style.

One ting fi shore. Dis ridim roll sweet. Baseline smooth and the
Gial dem a dueet.

Close your eyes and open your mind. Rock from the front and roll from behind.
Lyrics. Them walk you out a you mind.
Smooth reggae beat drop in between time.

So squeeze up you love one cuddle and smile.
All massive jus a  jelly ina rub-a dub style

In the square circle your reality is sudden you see
what is your intent ?
I mean when one has to face the inner , not winner or loser.
But brutal. no negotiation. No verbal Panzy assery.
How do you assign pain.

In the square circle that is. That is blood for blood.
Blow for blow. Most people tip toe. Dont wanna know.
We should all be made to go. toe to toe
In the square circle.. How barbaric say ye.

Talk is cheap. ink on paper a mere vapor.
Gladiatorial. All we are saying .. is give peace a chance.
There are greater tests. how does one best Cancer or say living on a stoop.
after days in paradise.No time to think twice.

Go take a dance in the circle. Pillar to post.
A brutal analogy. How would you be. Why would one bother?

Next time you see a dumb pug with cauliflower ears and a rearranged mug.
Think it through. How would you do in a moment of truth facing the brute
He wont listen to reason He wont negotiate.

Next stop. Normandy. Pork chop hill.The Mekong.Baghdad......

The square circle takes many forms just wont conform to the norms.
Havoc will be imposed. on the open mind or the closed.

Real men die for reasons why ?
Fodder. Step through the ropes for a thrice
Feel if you have the  fire or ice.

Then take a warm shower and slide behind the wheel
to a warm meal and Dancing with the stars.

That woman really messed with my head.

I think she had issues. She left me whispering in bed at night while staring at the ceiling.

Ever recite her stuff in an altered state ?  California for instance.

"Sing a song of sixpence". ? Twisted.

"Pease porridge hot" ? My word.


"Wee Willie Winkie" ? I am scared of you.

Great stuff.

Thanks Mother. No really

A  Beautiful mind.

Mother was a witch of that I am sure because she could cast a spell
on diverse people and have them do  her bidding and oh she kept a Siamese familiar  always.
They were all called Jackie.
one
two
three.
Then she didn't. and hasn't for many years now.
I never liked her cats and they never liked me. I think there was some sort of sibling thing going on.

Not one ever asked me for a favor. No quarter asked or given.
They just faded away. One by one.
All were stand offish staring. No glaring if you will. The nature of the Siamese you say.
O.K.

Funny. I fed a stray a while back and now he wont go away. Siamese.
Three years to the day. He just wont go away.
Go figure.

Have you ever dreamed about flying ?

soaring and swooping ?
with the wind bracing ?
With huge glistening wings that drive you skyward as you pulled away from the ground.

Last night was virtual. a spiritual out of body thing. to be on the wing.
propelled by giant feathers and power. could have stayed for hours. consider the
sparrow, the dove or the eagle. WE aspire.

Lofty as the ground slid by as the mountains rushed towards me as the oceans glistened from afar. The horizon vanished and all things were revealed. Truly consider the lowly crow. who looks down on our crowned limitations

Imagine pushing for the sun on wings anchored to your shoulder. Icarus was even bolder considering
his wings were waxen. True folly but then the rush may have tempered the fall.

I have flown many times before in dream-state.
Have you ?.And hovered and swooped to gently lite to ground toes touching then wings folding high above my shoulders. Pristine. ready. to
fly again.

Insomniacs ? give it up.

Early birds ? poetry nerds. Holla .

If you feel me. write a line.

Espresso connoisseurs  take it to the head.

blink back at the cursor.

and fire of a line.

Oh. sorry for disturbing you but
I forgot my toothbrush.

Oh I am so sorry. I left my spare keys on the mantle.

Oh my bad. Could you look in the closet I forgot my heavy jacket.

Oh dang. I forgot my purpose.

Oh by the way. I forgot to love you.

Goodbye my love.

1.On the seventh day he rested.

2.Staring into Olduvai Gorge.

  3.looked into the  starry skies.
     saw the ship as it arrived.
     The one from column # 3.

Here.you can have this one easy, I wont struggle i wont even look.Here you can sharpen your pencil and jot me down in the book.Here....... cant spell CAT less I give C and T to U. And you think creation bubbles and boils in you. Sad sack of !!!. .....When I wanted my turn? oh no, you were way to busy reading tea leaves, mumbling mantras,consulting the zodiac Now you want me to rub your head and tuck you in bed,pull your blanky chin high and then tuck it, Hmm, too easy.

Verses with curses, you call that a  poem ?
Here. right here between the C and the T. good boy.          Now. Shall we begin the beguine.

                                                                                                  There once was a man from Belize  
                                                                                                  Who was stung by the poetry bees.
                                                                                                  
                                                                                                  He read books to distraction
                                                                                                  But couldn't get traction
                                                                                                  less I pushed for action
                                                                                                  To clear up his  those from his these..Duh
So Here. go visit Nantucket. Dont forget to take a bucket !!!.
Next stop Limerick.                                                                Here we go again. Next time I crawl back
                                                                                                 try to at least offer me chair. A " hey dude it's
                                                                                                 good to see you" or I swear I'm off again like a                                
                                                                                                 ***** shirt. Just you and that keyboard and                        
                                                                                                 blinky the cursor.Blink, blink, blink................
There.I finally got that unchested.
Feel so much better now, so Here take a letter now.

Here you can have this one easy.

Seven days straight, the sun rolls up,always from the same
side of town and just the same way it gives up and lays down
The same buses run on the same old routes.
No letup.
So dream a dream.
Next day,instant replay.
Know what ? I know the  drill

Sunday.is like Halloween, Rubber faces and trick or treat with Reverend Ike.
Fire and brimstone. Please turn down ya cell phones.Pass the plate.
payola to heaven's gate.

Monday.Back on the grind, Blood,sweat and tears.
Grinding mental gears.Pop the clutch,Earn so little
Pay so much.

Tuesday.? just locked in. The Lotto is calling, cant win if ya dont play.
Teasin me bout easy street. Gimme my lump sum Then watch me fly.
Keep missin me with that later, greater noise.
Keep it real son.

Wednesday. Looking of into the sunset now.All ****** up
getting up for the down-stroke.Sweat  of my brow. Feel me NOW ?
Take a deep breath blow out slow. If you dont tell it then the devil wont know.

Thursday. Gettin closer to shore,Go for your backstroke  cause yer starting to
fade.  In through the mouth and out through the nose focus your gaze on the
circling crows? Crows ?

Friday. Ah snap yer ends came up short. Tax man just waxin yer ***.
Ghoulish?. Foolish. Some ends might not meet.

Sat-Day. Not so fat day. Pullin pocket lint by 6.PM.Chump changin.
is changin your mind. Gettin glimpses of stressin the old bump and grind On Moanday. ****.@%#$##$%@
expletive deleted.

Stun-day. Hungday?
Rake  your sh%@t in a pile day ?

No Doubt Assed out.
Hello... Monday.

Rasta seh **** gone. Rat tek im place.Or when power leaves, the scavenger succeeds.

Roots man seh blood follow vein. Or blood is thicker than ****,

Greedy choke puppy. Or greed ultimately ends in tragedy

Man walk. Dead watch Or death comes at unexpected times.

As close as *** and commode.Or a close friendship.

*** done.Fun done Or goes a fair weather friend.

Old firewood easy fi ketch. Or old wood lights easily (Pertains to old ex lovers who still have feelings toward each other).

Day brok one, one. Or, One day then the next (Time changes all things).

It.
Does make.
Me think.

Bad info.?
No.

Second thoughts.
No.
Bad ju.ju ?..... no baby I just am.
Don't. Buy the hype. You know how people be.
They don't even know me.

I am different. No doubt odd. But
Step up. Baby steps.
Reach out slow....touch the aura.

My swagger is a rainbow.
Soft deliberation.
I can feel you. Do the numbers.

Youth is a trickster.
Age ? Well that is relative.
Avuncular...mercurial.
Turn the dial darling.

Keystrokes . The key.
Open dialogue. No barbs or arrows.
Keysrokes
Questing.      Smooth. Clatter..
No venture= no gain.

Man to woman.
Person to person
Spirits in union
Non ritual communion.
Hither darling.
Here.

I will wait.

How do I know that she loves me ?
Well, she said she did.
I know.

She took the time to hear me.
My smallest joy held meaning.
I know. She showed me so.
Her heart.

Was uncluttered.
Even though...battered from before
How she was the way she was only god can know.

She told me she would have to go
The cancer told her so..
But until. Then held me.close.
Until the time to go.

I held her in my arms that night.
And there we parted ways.
She had to go.
She left her love.
Because she told me.so.

All of gods children.
                                                    Wal­k by faith. Not by sight.

Blessed is the meek.  Love your enemy I know that sounds weak.
It is the context.                                   An eye for an eye. Doublespeak ?

I am learning to live and ÷ I live to learn.
Learn to forgive or you surely will burn.  I am a skeptic by trade
A realist by nature.

Deeper still
Deeper transcend.deeper.


The surface lies deeper and furthur below.

To err is human to transcend, devine.
So. Seek within . Conjure without.
Heal your heart with love.
Love. Deeper.
Feel.deeper.
Give. Deeper.
Cast your bread. Furthur and abide.

Deeper without and deeper inside.

From a whisp
To menacing imp.
Jungle rot. Panic ****.
See how they run.

Granny told me tales that they told her
That they heard from the griot.

The duende. Walks with feet turned back.
Conceal his intentions.. a stalking moon.
A loon ? Oh no. Real to the night.
Blood red eyes pierces the soul.



Duende. Spirit. Beast.
Sprang from the bowels of hell...the stifled dreams
Of the children. Cowed by the dark.
One left to fend. One
Found the ark.
Ta ta duende.
Know who he is ?

Nightmare amalgam
Sum of all fears. Grandma ... scared dog **** outa me.

Hell bent for leather.
A full gallop. Thundering ground
He cometh. With sword flashing.
                                                Bent low to the bridle.
                                                Comes the rider.
                                                A pale horse beneath.

One of the four
Famine,pestilence,death and destruction.
Nostrils flare blood red. Wild eyed and fierce.
Cometh a pale.horse.

Unerring. Uncaring
Cometh a pale horse.

Do your job....or abdicate
What is good for the goose is........
Fool me once shame on you...fool me twice shame on me..

                                       The truth is liberating.
                                       A lie has no spine... the truth is a biped.
Foolish is a forgiveable.. dishonesty flies in the face of facts.
                                      
                                       Ultimatly we are judged by our acts.

Hey Baby. Long time no see.
She said leaning out the driver's side
what have you been up to ?
She said.

Hey lover.You have  not changed said Vat 69
You still stay at the same place ?

Gene  baby,why did you never call ?
she asked.

Just been caught up in the flow
said vat 69. The neon lights tranced me as I bent to kiss her upturned face.

Obsession wafted from her frame and carried me back to warm summer nights
of pure urban fairy tales and Grand Marnier. White powder and Vat 69.

Where you headed ? asked Vat 69.
Anywhere you want to take me replied obsession. My head spun.
Faster than Vat 69. But i could not spin back to that special time. New love beckoned.

So I kissed her goodbye and climbed into my ride. Two ships passing on a saturday night.
Oh what might have been. Her eyes filled  to the brim.. my heart turned on a whim.
The engine flowed smoothly
Like Vat 69.

Synaptic explosion.
Unigue and bright..burns and crosses the chasm.
A new existence in the universe.

Like a fistfull of ligtening.

Never to be again.
No rerun. A salmon upsream. A creative anchor. A fitfull dream.

The stream washes both sides of the shore.
Draws inward and onward and downward and more.
Silt and bramble...a preamble

A fistfull of lightening and nothing more.