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Geno Cattouse Nov 2013
Freddy krueger?
Kreuger?. Kept a leuger as backup. Sharp edged steel ?
Made him feel the essence of perdition.
But high speed projectiles made him smile just like burning cordite did.

So freddy hid. His piece in his back pocket. Wrapped around it was a chain and locket ,wrapped around a crucificx. For absolutions sake.

What made freddy tick.?
A temporal trick.
Wrong place right time.
Tick..... tick.... tick.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
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..
Geno Cattouse Dec 2015
Just massage or a little  bit and pass it up
Bring it up.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
A single tear.from mother.Africa.
Igbo ?
Kenya.
Jamaica. The.Caribbean diaspora.
Warm.and.easy.... Belize....coool trade winds.

Banana republic. UNU..IS WE
UNU IS YOU.
UNU is unity.
Unu is a word I used as I child in Belize. Did not know a legacy was attached. Like so many others in the dialect.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Gone fishing out to lunch with my expression all said but not done it was a fix for the torture Of one thousand cuts.
        Limits.
A hollow sound in my  verbal shriek as weak drivel slides from my creative psyche.
           Barren.
Shallow...low dynamic the wick flickers
         Rhyme laid down his sabre as reason goes treasonous.my friend had deserted me made a break for the concession stand you see misery loves company. On another note.
Remote wisps of a clarion call focuses me none at all.
Rambling.
Stumble to the shimmering oasis where cool water ripples.
Trickery.
Pause.
Breath.see it ?
Just another stop along the way.
One foot follows the other.
Till the coil retires.
**** it.
A recurring dream.
Reboot.
Rewind.
Do it to the end.
And again.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
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.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Hate to see you leave. Love to watch you go

Pretty peepers on your hip.
Makes me waant to kiss you up an down.

Like that hollow spot. Between your collarbones below that swan like
Curve at the base of your throat.
Jesus.  So **** there.

So many little things. Pretty girl.
For me to appreciate about gods most beautifull creation. Bar none.
Woman.

I am a student of you have been all my life.
Lovely. Cradle of creation. Ectasy incarnate.

If he made anything better, he must have kept it for himself.
Or keeps it high on the shelf.

Woman.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Playing my position.
Craving  bright collision. We called it swapping paint.
You gonna or you aint.

Testosterone decision. Bow up and drop low.
Low man wins agin. Batter and submit.
The eyes have it or they dont.

Make you blink.Make you think.
Bring the pain. Your loss is my gain.
To the whistle and beyond.

Cause Momma said knock you out.
contact sports.
Geno Cattouse Dec 2013
My seeing.eye dog finally swallowed his pride
He admitted that his night vision was gettimg weak.
That.rattled  me a bit

He wasnt feelimg good about his depth perception either. I suggested a.checkup.
From the neck up to so blithely put my life on the line.

Stubborn old dog.
A new trick ?........
Bingo was his name.

My new dog is 40/40
A sportin dog. .ears perk up. A mere pup.
The boy works for kibbles....he puts the bits in a pile
And just walks away

One smart cookie
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
My father speaks to me daily.
In my infancy as a dream my childhood a sigh my youth rustling leaf.
He walks a path unknown to me yet and still.
In my boyhood a whisper.

A grumbling prophet in my youth a subtle **** in my rutting time. A cautionary tale in my wanderings, my father.

My father took residence in my mirror in my wisdom took a stand in my slight declining. Took Pitty in my questing.

He stands at my back in chaos by my side in victory
By my manhood by my word.
He is
Here now and always.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Passed a young soul going north on the river
Crossed up his path southward bound was I headed.

Young man could you tell me where you travel from.
From the land of the misty he spake by and by.
From the land of the smitten and and the eye for an eye.

******* says I. There be no such place as the eye for an eye.

Then passed a fair maiden our eyes never met
She toiled and she labored against furious tide.
What therefore awaits thee I asked with great dread
A dull blade in yon castle now beckons my head.

Twas now dark in the distance . Now hollow and dank
So I made for the landing not sure of the tide.

Now the wind rose around me now blew me to deep
It was then It came to me, surely I sleep.
Tis no dream I assure  thee . No digestive woe.
It is written you go down, and down you shall go

******* says I tis naught but a dream.

Now the waters grew angry
The wind whipped about.
It was then that I fathomed the fix I was in.
I had earned my full wages let the payment begin.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2018
"Easy son" the old man grumbled. "That might take a bit of patience. You got a full grown tiger by the tail.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2013
Point man, Slack man, middle man Drag.
Last in line draws progression fire.
Like geese on the wing.

No one misses the drag man.
Snipers delight.

Head count was short.
Drag man down.

Not going home
without a body bag.

Aint that a drag ?
Read Walking Point.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
I am suspended taking steps into thin air
as destiny carries me forward. the next few steps will
take me around the bend which is a blind disrobing
all or nothing bet. Yet one foot then the next.

Nothing is assured,each breath  like a sinew.
life is  loan and nothing more until my time ticks out one way or the next.
locked and loaded anticipating  eden.

A green field or burning chasm.

Elysium, Valhalla.

A soldier's suspended state.

Temporary insanity. To willfully walk into oblivion.

Spin the chamber and assume nothing. To
spin again.

That is a slice of walking point.
Two days from now. strolling in the mall.
A cold sweat. still on point.

Still dead to myself. The chamber is
still spinning.

How the **** could ever hear me scream
behind dead eyes.
You
can't
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Foot fungus and fermentation.
Easy yeast.**** down your leg for a bouquet.

Throw a monkey wrench in the cogs
Rage against the machine.

I'm mad as hell and I'm not taking it anymore.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
A dutchman in dusty brogans
Hill and gully.
Walkabout dreamer mastlless ship
Hill and gully.

Raggamuffin rover.
Hill and gully .
Phoenix scattered in the sand
Smoldering embers.
Hill and gully

Shimmering in the distance
oasis in the heat..
Hill an gully walkabout
Waltzing all about

One day he walks up to himself
And ends his walkabout.

One climbing uphill
One trodding down
Tuckererd out and out of tucker

Waltzing matilda
Endless walkabout.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden shovel.


We real cool We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight.We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.
By Gwendolyn Brooks.  I saw this poem in a magazine as I sat in a lawyer's
office. A very pivotal time for me and it resonated.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Up pops the blue hat out of his hole
Bop goes the bopper on in the game called
Whack a mole.

Its a teasing game. And a game of chance
If you stand out from
The group and pack.
Chances are you are gonna get whacked.

But that is the price that one must pay
If you plan to succeeed and go on your way.

Standing pat or sitting still can work at times
And keep one safe.
Standing your ground is sound stratigy.
But what works fory ou may not work for me.
Written for my daughter's 4th grade class.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
What is the thing in us who love to pluck the strings of our imaginations
and try to create resonance with the words that float to the page. To create something from the
nothingness .
We paint our pictures in tortured hues or opaque clutters of expression. At times the palate will surprise even we who mix and stir and strive to find a unique shade or texture. We trawl and dredge and send up pretty balloons  in hopes they will return with answers. Well I do

I am odd in that regard. I think all who strive to express , to be heard, to hear to see to grasp and
be ambushed by sudden revaluation. To make sense of it all. to look deep within and waft on the wind at once are kin.

What is it for you?
To wash away pain.
To turn your face to the pelting rain and feel the value of your existence.

What is it for you?
To say the things your mouth cannot express, untie your fettered tongue.
Do you dream in color.
Does  your poets voice speak to you in hushed tranquil tones
or rumble and stutter or whisper softly from dank and dusty places.

What is it for You.
A way out of your suppression if not expression.
The rubbing of a soothing salve over the aches and pains endured.
The betrayal acknowledged. The Key finding purchase in the  rusted lock. The key falling from your hands in the pitch dark once again as you wake up and find yet another door to open.

What is it for you. For me it is validation that my mind is unique as the neurons fire and
speak a language spoken not by many. We are seekers. You and I.
I do not fit the profile. I am rough and hard  my facade has bonded with my skin. But look within. I am bookish and brutal.Loving and glacial. Witty but slow. Volatile but pensive . A walking talking conundrum. I do it just to **** withum.

Why do you love poetry.
What leaks out of you mind.
What goes in.
What is it ?


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Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
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
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Those early morning sermons
With foam and salty sea spray
Churning.
The cool receding water with sand thinning between my toes and seagulls.wheeling in azure ectasy.
When days seemed unending.
When
Strolling miles unending to find treasures washed ashore.Driftwood and natures wonders presented as shells as gifts long dormant on timeless ocean floor where creations song did sing along to things unseen. When living life was just a dream
Carefree.
Then burning sun dipped slow and quenched its daily thirst in western leisure
And then proceeded.
Seeking rest so sorely needed when busy day was done.
Brilliant rippling orange blood red repose..sinking sun meets nurturing sea.
When day was done.
To slumber and rise in eastern skies
Another morning dawning
Sweet surprises..I awake and the sun also rises. Anew
When dreams they fade another
Round.Another day.
When life is there on full display to walk on sandy shores feel and taste the bracing air at rising.
At best and basic.
Nature fulfills each promise given.
When ?
Always.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Where the sky is as blue as CG special tinting reality to a sharpened point.

The seas are. As warm as the womb.AMNIOTIC shock when I dive in.
I can smell beauty in the cool trade winds. My god made paradise here
Carried it away to parts unknown.
My god.

My lover set me free many years ago but I never returned to her tender
Arms. I had forgotten her charms even while laying in her four post bed and running my hands slowly over silken skin. The thrill was gone.

She is forgiving
                       She looks at me with eyes that glisten.
In the starlight. But time is not my ally.
Soon I think she will deny me

A lover scorned.
I must return to her soon or lose my identity.
Misting heat. Silent roar. Deafening silence
As she whispers me home. Whispers me home.

Night scents .
Blinding darkness bids me ***** forward to lapping shores
Sky so black and starlit that my eyes seek a higher dimension
of comprehension.

Her rivers run emerald and deep.Glisten in the setting sun. A million shimmering diamonds
run to bank in rivulets so perfect as only nature can conjure. I forgot her in my travails.
And she will reprimand my questing hand as cold and dead to her.

My Belize. My forgotten love.
So dismissive have I been as worldly thing have give me waxen wings for
flights of fancy far from my reality.

I am coming back to you my love though buffeted and chastened.
To you to rub my feet and sooth my soul.
I am still what I was before.
And desirous of more still.

Teach me,love me ,Give me one more chance
After all,It is your siren call that hastens my steps
to your embrace.
Homeward.
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Wickering destruction thundering from the summit
First a death rain then deafening sound.
                                                    Rumble­ and boom.
                                                    Cordite­ flowers bloom and twinkle in
                                                    The srarless night.
Whistle me home my friend though my face unseen.
Lock and load my friend .
Then whistle me swiftly home.

                                                     Mother stands in the doorway worlds apart. She ponders the sudden chill.

                                                      FIR­E. Pull the lanyard wire and whistle me home.away.

Soaring. Sireen.screaming thunder
True and deadly.
Ground zero stands the hero.

Drop the sight
Gunny,crank her down.
Lock and load Gunny
Fire and whistle me home.
For the veterans all who served and the ones who paid any price
In conflict.
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Gonna singe him sleeve.
Gonna crackle and grieve.Who gonna fight the fire.
Who fight the fire gonna be asked to leave.
Who gonna fight the fire ?
                                                                   Fireman come forward and face the fire
                                                                   Come walk  the hell walk save the small talk
                                                                   Front runner determinned  not to run.face the fire
                                                                                          THANKLESS TASK
BUMBOCLAAT.

What did the call sound like to you ? did it keen  and squeak like a roasting  rat
in the wall. did you hear the call at all ?.Somebody has to do it .
civilian roaster.  General step upper. Who died and made you.

Who fight the fire. Raise your hand.
Neighborhood watcher. house buster
meets twelve gauge duster.

Can you make muster?
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
something picked me up and gently set me down on  the river bank.

The same thing picked me up and dropped me in the caldron.

Picked me up and dusted me off.

Put a size twelve boot where the sun refused to shine.

Plumped my pillow then pressed it over my face till the cows
came home.

Who goes there ?
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
You need to express something.

You like the power of words.

You don't speak your piece/peace you write it.

Seeking inner revelation

Finding another side of you

You seek aproval for something done well

What makes. Your pen move ?.

Playing peekaboo with your Id
.

All the above and more......

Purging...urging the demons to speak. To leave... to stay
Coaxing the lid from the casket and hoping the count is on leave or
Of building habitats for humanity.

Vanity.
Whatever daahlings.  Let.it be.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Peripheral vision .Or paranoia.
Shifty.

                                                 Circumspect or leery.
                                                 Cautious.

Once bitten. Twice shy.
Guarded.

                                                                    Apprehensive or jaded
                                                                    Frozen.


survival.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
The portraits & prints hang on the wall she never noticed them at all.
Window dressing. Playing house.
  
They stare back at her and deride.
Can you see me now? They inquire.

We are what is left.
Casualties of the struggle.
Still suspended.
On wire.

The beat goes on.
The bird sing gayly.
Clearly , life is a novela.

How many chapters
To this tale.
Tune in
Next
Episode.
Geno Cattouse Dec 2012
Running here running there
doing this doing that.
calling him calling her.
fixing this fixing that.

Im just tidying  up the window dressing .
Fixing the facade.

Going here going there
smiling nicely putting on spin
trying to win the face contest.

Just tidying up the window dressing.
The store is out of stock.
The Tax man is a vamp.
Printing money like stamps.
Busting up my camp.

Time is spinning faster. Playing out the string.
The treadmill tilts a  steeper angle.
Winners never quit and quitters never win.
Reaching for the next rung. Just like the one before.

Just tidying up the window dressing.
I got stamina to burn.

Tax man. Gas man.  Card man
Med. man. Food man. Clothes man
Mortgage man.Rent man. Car man.
Light man. Water man Boss man.

Tidying up the window dressing
Stressing hard about my stressing.
Too jammed up to count my blessing.
Tell the truth without confessing.

Politicians full of ****.
Slippery as quicksilver.
Who the hell they playing with.
Left or right I'm done with it.
AGAIN.


Media. what media. Tell it to
Goebbels.

Just pulling down the window dressing
Tired of playing Bo Peep. Big boy time.
Wakie Wakie.

The old shell game.
Never give a sucker an even break
Or.
Smarten up a chump said W.C
Fields. He was serious. I'm serious.
Who's serious about 1929.

Tearing down the window dressing
Dont believe the hype.
Nero fiddled while Rome burned. He was not mad
He had a plan?

Tearing up the window dressing.
Life is much too short for mucking
about with pit vipers bugged on ecstasy.
I'm serious.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Every now and then I see her face
Eyes a carmel caress just like before.
Never been in that way before or since.

I have looked in many faces, nothing
Made me ache and melt.

I could look into her eyes endlessly
I swear, and lose myself .
I wonder if she knew

I was afraid to say
On the chance that it woud change.

When she spoke I hungered for her eyes
When she laughed I hungered for her eyes.
They so mezmerized. I hungered for that too.

Those eyes are gone and closed
I last saw them crying.
She turned and walked away.

What a fool
What a fool in youth.

In dreams I see them slowly dying
Shuttered windows.

The dreams they left me.
Many years have past.
I know my slice of hell exist
In living out my days to miss
Those eyes will never hold me near

Will never be again
Never be my friend
Never hold me.close.
And carress.

My purgatory burns
Softly and becons.
True story.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
Used to be Skid row.
where you go to lay low.

Open air flopping
The floors need no mopping.

The walls are made of cellophane.
Head lice as big as dung beetles.

A sidewalk ornament.
Bus bench chillin.
East coast icicle.

Ah the land of milk and honey.
free to be. Free.

Sleeping on the ground
In for a penny.
In for a pound.

Tracked up ******
Crack a jack,
wet.
The bugged out alphabet
of whatever come along.

Another day in paradise.
.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2014
His pack drifted into the brush and forrest.
Howls vanishing.Crisp morning snow.
Glistened and clung to low bending branches.bent low by the weight of beauty.

Low in the white meadow driven by whispering winds and the stinging cold.
The wolf stands stock still and sniffs the pristine air.

Gone the days of rollicking.. playfull disdain as cubs nipped in play. Small price to pay and willing.
Now..Hunter seeking higher ground...ancient hound.

Driven from security
With primal brutality
Driven from the pack.

Hunts the high and low lands. No longer bound with communal duty..a wild thing of beauty. Stands alone
Lone wolf.
Running prey to ground
From time to time.
Ceaseless wondering.

Loner,owns no territory but his instints and mmemories
Brother to the moaning night breezes...The howl and mimic as he priks his ears and grieves.

Laughter in the rustling leaves oh the moon high rises casting walking shadows on ground..startling primal hound.

Perched on craggy summit his baleful message from it. It echoes to his destiny.
Lone wolf.
Now and ever
Forever.
Geno Cattouse May 2013
The desert rolls up in towering sand. The spirit enters and towers.
No flowers grow there. He will stand and stare for a millon years.
Then the wind massages.
Down he comes.

To wander and stand .
Another spirit man to tower with the sky.
Some giant shelter to the passerby

Wandering rock.
First sand then stone.
All alone.

Sees and knows.
Reports his travails to the restless wind.
Bleached bones/silent vilages
Alone.
More spirits sent forward
And to return. Wondering rocks
No shelter or home.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2015
A small piece of humanness
almost not here at all but she is big in the heart and her spirit is wall to wall.
Sparkler.  
Not to be deminished
at all.
A sparkling light. Ember like.
burning furiously and quiet save for a fizz and flicker.
Quicker than soft silver. A flicker.
Flickering soul detained to never grow old.
Old soul in a wind whipped frame
Framed in a miniscule  moment.
A moment is all you are.
Are.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Its 10:04 now with the trees rustling in the warm California night.

Words are seeking. Expression right now. Brothers and sisters of the word linked around the orb.

Continents devide us but daily and nightly we find.
We seek to speak our language to each we reach.

Vast  terrain devides
We strain make words speak our inner beauty or pain.
In our darkened abodes.
In our hours of angst ... broken hearts...words that bleed our needs.

Lonely word messenjah
Looking out to the stars
Where are you speak.

A gusty night as I watch dreams take flight and rise above rooftop here
Take heart.
Brothers in the word.
Sisters knit and weave your tales let them flow like nimble fingers shaping yarn.

I cant feel the Earth's spinning.
Talk to me .
We are unique. We seek to make magic in meter and verse.
Stars twinkle as never seen
A clear night sky revealed.
I am one with forever.
And my kin.
Let the words  
Carry you lightly and forever.
Word
Messenjah.
Geno Cattouse May 2014
Flowers and candy.
                      Takin steps to the light.
Version delightful. Make happy.
                                     Pretty please. Write  pretty tales fairy. Nice baby nice.
             Smooth suplications calm the pulses.

Write pretty in mauves and magentas.orange and blues.
Dont nobody bring me no bad news.
Geno Cattouse May 2014
Had bad case.lasted for months.  
              Not that when it flows it wins prizes.......But my block falls over when my stress level rises.
        WHO NEEDS THIS Shyte.

Me.
Geno Cattouse May 2014
WHEN did you get here ?
Thought you were a dream.
Feeelin you baby.

What did you just say ?
Thought you said LOVE.
Feelin you baby.

We fit up really tight.
Touch me how you wanna
Feelin you forever baby.

Will you be forever baby ?
Tell me dreams come true.
Feelin you forever baby......

And everything you do.
No line counts or boxes.like how this fell on the page.
Geno Cattouse Dec 2013
So.what do you think of the new inspector General?
Reminds me of the pecker checker on the submarine I served on during the war.

What ?.

He graduated head of his class.

Bully for him.

Had a pet snake named casual ***.

Not Jake?

Nope...but one can always hope.

Yer shittin me man.

Nope...I only pass the people I don't like.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2014
Love listening to loose lips
Slowly sinking ships.
****** Babble from the rabble
Rousers. Staining their trousers.
All lite and brite.
All nite can't act rite
A rusty liquid ooze stain down the temporal side of tin gilded craniums.
Group think
Ramant
Me as fly on the ceiling.
Them as fembots reeling.
Wielding well honed scalpels
Between scapula. Smiling in faces.
Smearing feces.right left and center.
Enter at your peril.
Me.
I'm just a squirrel
Trying
To get
A nut.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
The old man said to me "son, timing is key"
I said, "old dude you look like a man who heard about rythym".
Old felines  like you come a dime  for a dozen, always poppin of yang about isms and schisms .

Naw fresh meat. This buds for you, If I really knew then what I thought that I knew
I wouldn't be grading your papers with exes and checks but I see in your eyes that your vision is short.
You think you hot **** but aint all that smart.

FYI pops I think that you reading me wrong.
You cant see my dimensions nor fade my intentions.

So you think they broke the mold. you have this thing down cold.
This has never been done before you.
Here ,wipe your nose.

Hey Senor senior if your so informed,then please pass along a few high value pearls.
How bout the one telling about what women want cause you really cleaned up in
the female department .

The old man just smiled and said "pearls before swine.
Just drop a few breadcrumbs to find your way back".

Off is the direction I want you to truck he said.
Don't  forget Wonder is the best kind of bread he said
You must be slow or just light in the head he said.

Yeah, whatever.
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Yes peaches.I did find you to be alluring.and
Yes. Is peaches your real name?

Yes peaches. I want to shake your tree. Sorry I ******* resist
Has anyone.?

Yes peaches are my favorite fruit. So what could be finer.
Peaches. I swear. I would run through a den of lions in a meat suit
To own your heart and all parts unknown.

No peaches.
If you give your heart to me I will keep it safe in a mason jar.


Your eyes in a bottle of formaldahyde.
Your lips in a jewelry case.

Yours truely.
Dr. H. Von Frankenstein.

P.S. do you like moolight walks and
Sleeping in late ?
This started out one way and morphed into weird as I was leafing through an anatomy book illustrated by Mel Brooks :-)
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Not the way you touch my hand so lightly as you speak.
Not the way your eyes ooze into my will.
Oh no, Not that.

Not the way you breath so softly as you sleep.
I cozy up to your face on the pillow savor every breath.
Silently I yearn to share every essence of you.

Not your mouth.your lips that quiver with anticipation
as I draw you close to me. a preamble of what is to be
unspeakable pleasure your eyes twin abysses.

Oh no. Please speak a word. any word.
Now my darling for every whisper is a symphony.
a treasure like no other.Each more priceless than the other.

Your hands were made to hold my heart forever and no other.
Slender fingers serpentine. to slither and caress. Oh sweetheart
My love My dearest your hips they sway a pulsing rhythm that I can
hear, a bossa nova.Cool and warm is your charm.

Have I not loved before?
No.
Clearly,This way is like no other.

I lay awake on endless nights and shudder.
Wipe the silent tears away.Mourn the day
when I have lost your way to another.

I do so love you.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2015
Bitter cold winters kept me far and wrapped away but today the well beckons me.. the bucket and winch tied to my rope of hope. So one foot following the next with thawing frosty breath.
I zeke.. Ezekiel.
Approaches.

The well of depth and revelation. My witherd soul cries for transfusion.
Clarity from dark delusion..

The stinging cold as I place my hands on  the frozen stone and lean forward to gaze deep to the murky bottom. Answers fermented but potent distilled.
Zeke..I am Ezekiel...the bucket drops swiftly to the limited...submerges.. seeking answers.

There it rises as I turn the handle slowly.
There it rises with hidden freedom.
There.Ezekiel's answe lies within the inner.

Begin again..zeke
Rewind...questions will always exceed answers..so begin
Again...another day has been granted.
Begin again... Renew the You within
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Hattie
Came slowly.
She was sullen and strong as
She crossed the carribbean shrouded in gray.
The warning was short as we battened down tight.
A blustery,piercing howling beast.
Mighty trees knelt down.
Souls washed away.
Hattie shook
Rattled
Rolled.
That
Day.

— The End —