Morning is in the eyes of
Those who seek
The waves that lap
To meet the cheek
Death that calls us
Soon and all
Evening bends the will
That has to fall….

Enter life, in essence
Naked to the world
Exit life, as naked as the
Day of our births
Sleep that we have no choice
But to partake
Must in time and place
Break up things
We must forsake

Moving now
As moving we create
Swaying with the breeze
That will never cease
How moments treasured
Just go by,
In a wink,
In a flash,
And forever flying high

Think in my mind
Of you
When you were here
Silently, the tears have fallen
With the fears
Friends we were and
Friends we’ll always stay
In clouds of smoke
I do begin to pray

I see you as a bird
I see you as a flower
No longer man
Your spirit blooms
In splendor
Where you are
Is where God dwells
And where we’ll all be
Someday……

I take your hand
You view my soul
And you take off
On the clouds
In the skies
As morning blends
With the coming evening
I say
Goodnight my friend

Sweet are the thoughts
That you have left me
While you lived
We’ll meet there somehow
And somewhere
We’ll take off together
Soaring the blue and endless heavens….
You were there first
And I’ll be there next……..

Into the night I seek
The silhouette of chance,
Black merges into white
A flight of dances
Step into the light
To erase the shadows
Of a man
Whose face over voice
In melancholic range
Now weeps beneath dreams
Of reckless prose
eager to know the birth
Of another dawn
In the arms and wings
Of past future strides…

The deadly dark of the
Running night
Is everywhere in sight
From bars to bedrooms
Juxtaposing
Each irreverent line of
Tomorrows yet to come
But has nothing to offer
That is of consequence

Forget the deranged sorrow
I say
Night has its blessings for sale
Turn your head to this side
And derail the empty wail
A breathtaking flight
Is a plight that is borrowed
From fateless time

Oh aphrodisiac nights
When the heart seals
The worldless spirit
I caress your face
With the touch of my mind,
I have known these moments before
When the throat runs dry
And feelings are high…
A song is conceived
By the magical sighs
Born to grow
With the sweet breath
Of love
Night blossoms
And withers into morn
The stars swoon
In the slumber of the moon
Maybe again
Your face will I see
As the creatures of mystery
Celebrate their
Change of colors
Outrageously
Into the night…..

death can not touch you
for in the bliss of your
innocence
lies a power so great
that it defies all things temporal

your purity is your beauty
your humility, a tender reminder
of the ecstasy of living
that none can mar..
truly the light of morrow
shines in your eyes
and what can not be seen
by common vision
can be felt by the softness
of your youthful heart

I can not stop looking at
Your face,
For it is a countenance
That speaks of ages
Yet it is not old
And it will never be old
For you are like a song
That lasts forever
With words that save
The souls in dark oblivion

Therefore sing- and unto the night
Cast a light to shine upon us
Save us from this dreary depth
And lift us into heights of higher grounds
For it us you who knows the way
Out of this dreadful maze
Guide us with your soothing voice
Unto your memory let us rejoice
And through the eye of the day
Teach us the goodness of your way...

Sky Lord,
Airborne, you are without equal
Unsurpassed in your ballet of the sky
Cloud dancing, rainbow colored hues
In this, you have paid your dues..

Born with a poetïc face
And a mind that raced in numbers
You walked tall among men
In riches degenerating into rags..
What began of dashing beauty
Became a scourge of grotesque painting

Aviator, with your broken bones
Break their hearts
In the mystery of your misery
Compensate what you lack
holding intimacies in your hands
Merge their bodies with empty promises
And the poison of the loss
Of your genius
with the disintegration of your sanity

Repeatedly in circles
You repeat your words
A hundred times
Sans grace of rhymes
Paper airplanes torn in shreds
Lie wasted in the grime
Of deathly dust
Like germs permeating
On blackened windows
Walls that hear your wails
And tales of woes

In the end you have lost all reason
In the sadness of your gloom
Many men have spelled your doom
Like an outcast in the desert
You were but an empty shell
No one there to care for you
Though they all gave in to you..
Silent tears deprived the laughter
In the midst of all the fame,
And all the fortune
You have died a lonely and
Neglected man

But, you are up the skies now
And I can just see you smile
Waving like a shy schoolboy.......
with delicate delight in your eyes,
Maybe there, in your spiritual might
You shall be free at last
For airborne, you are without equal
Like a true conqueror of the constellation
You shall sleep in an eternal sleep
Where all but peace shall stay awake
In your heart that is already mended

Cleveland, 1935......
the moon over Lake Erie
is drenched with crimson light
Peter, Peter, come.....to greet them
in their resting places of the night
fearless you are
and the strongest by far
redeem the butcher's dozen
from the claws of oblivion
unlike this unnamed monster,
you are not anonymous
not hiding in shadows
not nurturing the dark

there is war out there
and you are on the side of
truth and justice
dedicated to compassion
for those that were wronged and hurt
you stand as an example
to generations of your kind
a brave soldier
doing God's work
to protect the weak against
the strength of evil

there is a calm after
the storm
and tonight, I know I
will sleep soundly
for you are there
to catch my nightmare
before I begin to fall........

i had a dream about the world
that it was light
without a trace
of evil, of darkness and pollution
only the freshness of air and
the tolerance of nature exist
and it was wonderful to be alive

i had a dream about the sun
its rays extend to one and all
no race,no creed
was spared from warmth
the sun envelops the entire
surface of the earth
and it was bright but
do not burn the skin

i had a dream about a race
that it was black in figure and face
but then, no peoples would discriminate
only brotherhood would emanate
and it feels good to walk hand in hand
with all the creatures of the earth

i had a dream about a man
whose force was strong
and principles were fair
who has the spirit of wild flowers
who feared nothing and
feared not then to dream
and he stood for the good and the right
and he was not afraid to fight

i had a dream about a dream
alas! only to be awakened
by sharp screams that wrecked
my senses
and then i realized,
that he was gone......
felled by cruel men with angry bullets
but his dream still lives on
and all that he stood for
shall never be forgotten

language of love......,
words that could brand the spirit
with tempest or surrender
spoken with lips of enticing hue
colors of life
that fly into hearts
language of love,
send my soul to light,
I beseech..........

Spanish tones of dreams
and romance
melting the ice
with the passion in his eyes
lover that claims
and lover that heals,
language of love.....
sing this melody......
that cradles my hunger
for a kiss........

these words spread wings
of their own.....
words that caress like hands
of wine and gold
letters that spell
of embraces so bold,
never to melt
the strength of desires

they sustain me in my
hours of self -pity
hurl me to worlds
I've never ever known
these words that my
forefathers spoke in their dignity
are the words
that haunt me endlessly

flowers will bloom
for eternity's sake
rivers will rise
in their journey so wise,
mountains will bend
valleys will sigh,
the beauty of nature
never will die
if lips must reply
let sentiments go by,
the language of love
is the language of life......