Well the words are there . The way you look out from behind your hair
Tells me confusion swirls. In your mind there is a thing awaiting to. Be set free. My heart aches for you and for me.
But then what was our recipe
Blind youth meets heart hungry traveler.
The great unraveler pulled his pound of flesh from the rotting carcass of our indiscretions, the glaring foil of me to the twisted open ended question named you then. now.
what has changed but the economy and the weather  Still together like
carcass and coffin.
Playing blind man's bluff what ****** stuff and you to boot.
A pathology in pumps.
tipping through life
somebody elses wife.

America on the ropes.
Absorbing punches in bunches
The resultl..... delayed paralysis.analysis paralysis.

Oh I know ... this can never happen. Not to the
Pinacle.

Rome ?

Diane  l and made hot love under the tamarind tree.
Teenage love simple and sweet.
Two months later she come up swollen no precautions.Oops it feel sweet but it shorten mi chain  now I bark a bit howl a bit cough when she **** me in close no raincoat
Just
Shorten mi chain.

At first I missed it too busy or dismissing it as a twitch or fluke but it happened again and once more.

Looking up to meet the sweet expression in speach. A soft agreement written on air.

The second time was a flicker
But the feeling did
wicker gently but still not real..Her face was beautifull.

Fell to the floor a game a twist but nothing more .The next time I saw it
I promise that I would find much more next time I looked into her eyes.She was not shy by any means and so the question bore asking.

A single blade of grass pushes out of craggy block of stone next to my sandaled right foot one seed of defiance from a dusty crag....suckled on midnight mist. Blood in the ragged stone from dying warriors holding. Holding ground from the battlements girds the will of the solitary sprig...by my sandaled foot sprung from the ragged stone.
Suckled on the erie somber midnight fog bolstered by dying blood the warriors blood runs down the ragged walls of the battlements high.
High on the walls, I scan north to south from aloft from the fateful walls of the Keep.
Dying.
Is
The
Order of the day....the single sprig will witness all from the craggy wall  and men will fall by the score from grace. From breath and senses. From the cursed battlements to perdition.

Souls submissions to bloodlust and material gain.
Will soak the stolid stone and wash to earth to mingle spirit and blood with mother earth. And the grass will grow  unfettered from ground. As the killing season
Moves on.

Honey dew fragrance causes me to turn my head slighty as she walks by me. Mixed with simmering tension.

Five feet and two inches of perfection that is truely in the eye of the beholder but much more. What more? You ask. I see dancing
Indifference.


Sweetnes and light. Itching for a fight
Itching for submission. Sweet submission if the pieces fall
In place just right. Just so..baby let me.

Be the one.
The one.
Slow your roll.

Your roll
A slow roll . The prescription.
Then stabbing lightening.
Then sweet oblivion.

If you let me in.

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.

Can the spider play a tune,? no but she builds a lovely harp.
Oh the  strings how they do quiver.

A dirge played by the sinner,
The Reckless dinner.

Now trapped .
Now caught,
all for naught.

Neither judged by twelve
nor carried by six.  Soon.

The refrain comes almost imperceptible.
Arachnid eyes with wide angle lenses.

No malice or feeling .
Nurse ratchet with a ten gauge needle.
"Your cocoon sir."

What good is peace if war is not a possibility.
Fool's gold though old men get to sit out while the young
are minced,vaporized.

                                              ­               Peace is a Noble aspiration and
well worth pursuing.  Meanwhile The warrior must stand firm
To allow peace to have a say. Wolves are at bay not by happenstance
but by design. The devil will take the hindmost but will catch hell from the foremost who will turn and unleash havoc
Even at the highest cost.
It has always been. That way.

SEMPER FI.

The bigger the lie the cooler the cool.
Ahh

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.

Whoo Whoo
The train I ride on draws the lightening from the sky
No matter where  go Like a curse of fire.
I cant find peace and comfort so I ride the rails and cry.

First one place then the other drawing lightening from the sky.
No place to rest my weary head as the stones come tumbling down.
I cant find peace or comfort so I ride the rails and cry.
Like a curse of fire.

A curse of fire that dog yapping at my heels
who can feel my pain Nowhere to rest my muddled mind
Like a hound dog with the scent just  yapping at my heel.
Next train.

Double back and cross my track I run through water
Head for high ground. I pray to stay awhile but
lightening in the distance touching ground
Like a curse of fire.
next train.
Whoo. Whoo.

Shoulders touch . No body contact.
Lean in air kiss
Smooches.

Looking over your shoulder to see wassup.
Got a passion for high fashon
High concept gear.

Rubbing elbows with the overexposed
While turning up your nose at the great unwashed.
Oh My Gosh.

Wana be wana be
Turn around
Wanna be wanna be touch the ground.

As a lily
among
thorns.

So is my beloved
among
women.

she stood in the corner waiting.
eyes fixed to the floor.

she stood in the corner waiting.waiting forever more.

she stood in the window looking out out at the sandy shore.

she stood in  silent  reverie as the parade weny slowly by

she stood on the edge of happiness wearing just a frown.

she stood in the glaring light of time as the sands ran slowly down.

she stood in the shadows as the music played and hope against all hope.

that someday he would come to her and Carry.her away.

The spider is a weaver
The magical deciever
It lays a snare atop the air.                Come little ones.   A treat awaits.

The pied piper plays a tune
He spins a a lovely guise
He catches children never flies.          Come little ones.  A treat awaits.

The politician on the stump
Puts the spin in his ragged tale
To win the minds and snare.              Come little one. Atreat awaits.

Pretend yer talkin to your 4 year old.
Use nuttin biggah dan 5 letta words.
Use all the hand gestures you need.
Talk real slow so I can watch yer mouth move.
Gimme a few minutes ta digest
All them big sentences
I'm only tree an a half years old.
Daddy your walking too fast.
OK. ?

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.

My suit felt light and airy as.I siddled up to the lady.

Others were already there standing well dressed and reverent. So I stepped up closer and looked in.

Squared Away lady in a pink satin dress. She held a pink rose in her left hand a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Years to rest.
Done with living this chapter. Spent of giving.
Eternal rest
A rose clutched tightly.
Softly sleeping in her vessel.
Journey for eternity.

Sermon spoken.
Hymns sung softly.
The journey does end for
The squared away lady.

My first glance and last
Of the squared away lady.

Some say a draw
Some say a quit

Enough   is enough  Lets move on

I say why wait for a consensus, a meeting of the minds.
But.... more sides to this than Rubik's Cube
So you pull your opinion of choice.
I got mine cocked and aimed.

who wants to start the end my friend.
Take a deep breath.
We have arrived.
At
A Stalemate.

This topic is near and dear so let me ask you the reader
I just want to take the pulse or check the reflexes.
Ladies and gentlemen. Step right up step right up.
Little closer now dont let the smell of formaldehyde turn you aside.

This is something that goes on.
The government thinks it has a right.to.

1.Tax you while you live.

2. Levy a an exit tax when you croak. How is that for a sick joke.
This is just an observation, a point of fact.
Ever been to an Irish wake.
Ther's drinking and singing
Tall tales abound as the guest of honor poses ashen and.stil.

A drink is on standby. As a test of his will.

Here's a wee snort for you laddie just reach up and knock this one back


And sing us a shanty or a sad mournfull tune .


You say what?. Yeah that's a shell game where the rules change
Like I change underwear. Now that I pulled you leaches of my sack.
Hey come back we want more.

Nights are are quiet and cold to the touch
Gloomy lights in dusty rooms cast spectral doom as whirr and clank.
You took.
You pulled and ripped our love apart at the seams
Now powered by steam.

Dashed and splintered
So I Labour late and long into wintery nights to build from scraps of wood  iron  and steel.
A semblance so that I can once more feel and care.

A shiney gift to pull from
my chest. An offering.
Something that tics and clanks. Cold and dead ouside
Instead of pumping love
My Steampunk heart can only  cry  and scream .The loss of flesh and love for a loveless lifeless thing...my offering
The Steampunk Heart.

Considerably penalties
For early withdrawal.

Sending more advisors.
Vietnam redux 1954.

Reactionary by poll #s.

Afghan half stand.

Unemployment

Slow Redeployment.

You pick.

loving you madly Mady
But you like me a lot when the mood hits then it's quitsville honey why do you flaunt me only to reject and haunt me.
I'm in a Steely Dan state of mind running frantically you chasing my emotions and then im running way behind manic to the max got
Me on boogie then we bump and grind so twisted cause you insisted on a
Steely Dan state of mind.
Wanna gently rock your boat and tickle your fancy bang down your back door get all over your frame make **** sure yoy emote when you came but just the same,in a steely dan state of mind

Stay.
In my heart.

Stay in my blood.

Stay
In my soul.

Stay sweet one.
Stay.

Blessed am I
For
I am blessed
To have lived long
Longer than the rest

For stumble and falter did they,one and another.
Some were my sisters and some claimed me brother And some forsaw roads end
And some knelt at the alter
Of greed and libation and drugs and frustration
Standing apart or shoulder to shoulder
Falling away like wheat neath the scythe.
I grew and grew older.

Both by chance and choice
So I lift my goblet and voice .
A toast
To survivors guilt.
Never.
Karma has hawk's eyes and hound's ears.
And I  for my part am bereft of tears.

Expect me to give you flowers on the appointed dates my darling. And on any day besides.
I should know what your favorite color is my sweet. I am  enamored Though this is far from new love.

Your love compels me far beyond reason to tell you that I love you.
To show you that I love your way a hundred times a  day. Because I do
I do love you with no reservations. As  well I should.

There are not and will never be the words for me to express my undying passion my engulfing  consuming fire for you and so
The love that you so freely give to me in word and deed need never perish on the vine
for want in kind

If that makes me as fool then I would be that a one thousand times one million times.
that you should never doubt my love. You see my dearest. Your existence in my life  is priceless.

The very touch of your hand, the softness of your voice  your every nuance,
gentle curve. Your very essence is all that I ever need to make me complete.  And I know this my love with the very fiber of me. This I know above all else. And you my darling must know this too. Must know the length and breadth and height of my desire. My fire burns brightly. with you by my side. in my life in my bed in my world. all is well my darling love. All is as it should be.

I have loved before no doubt but this love of mine for you and you for me is
a gift. Once in a lifetime if fortune smiles. Love will find its way. That all consuming gentle fire, roaring flame soft flickering light might draw the moth home.
And so, do with my heart as you will beloved.
I have no control nor do I desire such
And if you grant me your days unending
then life will have smiled on me

Past fame or fortune. Riches and gold
Oh my darling how I do love you.
Love you. Love you.

There was never a doubt because she let me know
In every unspoken. Term. Every nuanced  flutter.

Deep ****** free fall that I craved and flew across the city
The cities my love
At the end of the week breaking the limit. Navigating the
Madness. Every stoplight was my sworn enemy. Every
Hindrance was anxiety past bearing.

The countdown.
By miles
By minutes.
By block


By street. My fix was ever near . With shaking hands

I climbed the stairs two for one.  
I could see every loving sweep and curve of her neck.
The tilt of her head. The space between her brow. Now.

Just a hearbeat or two.
Just ring the bell. Wait anticipate.
Sharpen the pain.
Hieghten  the pleasure .Oh my love if you only knew.
Though I. Have professed my love in every way and still.
My words just can't say what my heart knows.

Anything that can be done I have done
And will continue to do .You see. I Listen keenly for the every request of
Your heart.


Your body.

Your body language is well spoken
and I listen keenly.
Required to anticipate .
Your hands my love
Your arms my love.


Your sway my love
The pulsing of your heart.

Sends me to
The smooth expanse of you as you recline all over my mind.

Now the moment of truth sharpens my senses as you
Part your lips to speak a melody.
Symphony.
UN
Bearable.

This is my purgatory my love.Sure as night finds day
You will go away and I cannot stay. We were never meant to be.
Poison is what you are to me
With no malice or intent.
Cry and then repent this stolen love.
Never to be
Not to be
Can never be.
So drown me in your love my sweet
Make my useless life complete
And give me all of you now and forever
Stay in my soul.
That is what I. Need to last a lifetime without you.

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.