Touching her was
reaching for a cup of tea
steaming on my bedside table
A high fever and stiff joints

When my weak hands hold her close
a shiver runs down the center of me
The rest feels so cold

I breathe in the vapor
citrus and cinnamon
The aroma coats my brain
and softens my nerves

I cough and spit
a decades worth of the unspoken
dissolved in my lungs

The sun kissed the leaves
Just before their release
They captured the air
Like a feather
Gracefully falling
In their end
There is still life
where branches barren
To be nature
More than human
Not burdened by change

It was that night,
...and you were there with me..
You were never quite transparent,
but you were clear with me..
and every word you'd shout out loud..
whispered too..and air'd to me..
inside my inner me it entered me..
Like painful spears that teared through every barrier i had prepared..
End scene...
..It's bleak now, sudden how it ended.
But subtle how its deep now,
how those words sank in...
Sticks and stones will perish surely.
But your words
...... I keep now.

What do I have to say?
That the wind doesn't say as it pushes the waves
I've seen you
As one sees the lights reflect on the water
     And when the waves wash upon the shore
     This is the feeling between us
How can I love?
In any way I can so that you can feel it
I've felt you
Like you wanted me too
     Like the sands on the beach
     That we lay on together

A man is his purpose,
By force, or fruition

A man is his motivation,
By fear, or fondness

A man is his sacrifice,
By loathing, or love

A man is his duty,
By king, or country

A man is the sum
of things he cannot control,
and when finally laid to rest,
his story goes untold

one thousand shards, my crown was built.
not of thorns.
but bubblegum legos, saturday morning stuck
to the carpet
& days gone by.

crept out of fold and gut/   kid living
& watched by trees.
autumn watches us fall like leaves,
born of the belly and the mother.
mom quiet/

dad loud/
  men hid behind blisters and god.
  men hid behind tall towers and the bomb.
  men bled for immortality,
  warred and ****** resource for more, the door
  to an endless life.

dad taught me how the heart and brain behold blood,
& how the body manifests it/    
moves it/
follows the sun.
son follows father follows god follows ghoul.
dad taught me about the machete.
           about how “our fates will dominate us blind.
                               so man dominates the jungle.”
he told me a story of love and more glory.
of poor men and dead men.
machete theories.

he carved wooden chairs.
built a lodge.
fished the river,
    & reeled to forget the war.

harpoon the river gods.
the heart and brain behold blood,
& the body manifests it.

No time to refine the conceptual mind
Patterns are formed, developed,  defined.
Look within and you should find
Who bares the fruit at the end of the vine

Is reaching the pinnacle of perpetual life redefined  
Worth the risk of committing a crime?
Go, hide away.....
Run for cover.....
You can get what's been lost some other time

In the shadows as in the light
You still shine
Like a shooting star, afar, on a cloudless night
Past the moon, so soon, so bright

If you deny, it's a lie, not the truth
From all we were taught and we learned in our youth
All alone or in a group
Everywhere that you look there is proof

He who climbs the tallest tree
Has the rights to the fruit
Whether he's disheveled,
Or in a suit
Eye on the prize, worlds collide
No dispute.