miles before we became
men full-blown,
we crunched nails for lunch,
lead for dinner,
heartburn for life....

after the dance
came shock therapy
and dreams interrupted,
incomplete
like pages ripped
from the manUScript of me
slicing apple pies
under the white picket fence
while babies chase bubbles over the lawn,
green like malvoes in cantho...

pages torn...
discarded...
unpublished...

and the author is dead!

~ P
(#19in71)

Ambition,
Like green ivy,
Is a twisting thing.

She scales walls meant
To divide,
Uplifting spirits like bossa nova
To new highs.

Objects in the sky
Beyond the naked eye's locus
Descend into focus
Filling voids of mind
With lasik clarity.

Super-headed fuel
Refined for
Optimal thought production.

Problems complex appear
Then recede as your motivation
Bleeds like coletrane
through life's storms;

And seeds of preparation

Bear fruit....

~ P
(#BossaNova)
1/12/2015

In this house
Of toys
Built by Penn,
The gable never peaks

Higher, higher...

It soars from sand through air
And surging storm
Defying the weeping rain
And her ominous refrain

Pitter, patter...

The owls knew
But their sage counsel
Fizzled in the wind

Hoo, hoo...

Bulls bred on steroids
From Farm Fed
Rang the bell

Moo, moo...

Goring without prejudice
Matadors who didn't see red
Until their dreams bled
On the front lawn
Like lambs of lore

Maaa, maaa...

And the house
Of toys
Built by Penn
Crumbled in the sand
Levered string severed
By the red marching band

~ P
(#HouseOfToys)
1/4/2015

History was made here
As a blacksmith
On Ebbets field
Hammering metal blocks
Into master keys;

That doors once locked
Unjustly
Might yield;

That access once denied
Might field a team
Of jack and white;

And a wrinkled page
Might burn the braves
And turn a band of indians
Into champions...

~ P
(#Integration)
1/2/2015

Clinging to
A past no longer there
From a present
Consumed by fear
Of tomorrow's unknown...
~ P
(#Anxiophrenic)
1/2/2015

To be lonely
In a world overflowing
With human spirit;
Where the bustle
And buzz of life
Churn with irreverent disdain

To glance
Then stare
At the familiar stranger
Standing there,
Framed by a celestial cloud

The earth's drums
Beat a spell that binds
And we dance like
Noble firs in a storm

Twisting to tragedy
And joy
And spontaneity

O! To savor
The fierce ecstasy of now
And bask in her glory

To heed the call
Of destiny
Standing there
Framed by a celestial cloud

And be lonely no more...

~ P
(#TheFierceEcstasyOfNow)
1/1/2015

From ex to next
And every twinge of regret,
Or relief,
In between

There is a trinket,
A treasured nugget sunk
Deep in the chest
Of her recurring dream

A raw reminder
Of what might have been
Had she forsaken
The processed diamond
For that precious
Hunk of gold

~ P
(#HunkOfGold)
12/29/2014