I never want only two,
three scoops for me,
double cherries on top
of each one,
pistachio,
chocolate
& vanilla.
Spill some nuts,
crushed cashews
all over the place,
I'm going to dig my face
into this delicious dish.

I thought
I was
not just another guy
until I saw you
at the ice cream
getting a double dip
ice cream cone
with him.

I've walked on ice
above the clouds
& one,
just one misstep
was the difference between
having a good day
or experiencing a bad day.

And I've witnessed two people
below the clouds,
both lying on the rocks,
who had bad days.

I thank God,
I'm still around to play.

She spread herself
like icing
on top
of the most beautiful cake
& me,
in my usual
mischievous-self,
used my fingers
to taste
her sweet sugar.

Her lady-grip on me is alluring,
it really gets my attention
& makes me stand there, too.
She has the muscle control
of a professional bodybuilder,
can manipulate me
with her flexing
& when she heats up,
it's all I can do
to hold myself inside.
If she'd let me,
if she only knew,
I could glide in her forever.

The wind carries the traffic today,
I hear it above the songbirds,
drowning out the little things.

I swear I could hear the sunrise,
dead leaves twirl
& hit the ground,
if only we stopped
our cars to listen.

Autumn splashed her vibrant-colors,
hung flittering splashing sun
in the trees above us.
A gentle breeze wound it's way
up through the trunks from the creek,
swallows chirped melodic.

I held you ever so close,
my fingers strummed your fiery-curls,
I felt your heart in my own throat,
emerald-eyes burn brightly,
you were hypnotic.

I was just about to kiss you,
told you I couldn't promise you forever.
A lone tear rolled down your cheek
as you bit your parted-lip
looking down
at the brown crinkled leaves,
resting silently
at our romantic-feet.

I swear my heart stopped.

You knew the direction
you would take with me
from the beginning,
taught me everything
between a & z,
and me,
me
the consummate pleaser,
gave you everything
you ever wanted
willingly,
you were no teaser.

You were a sensual master
& I didn't even know it
at the time
like I do now
& now I am stuck
with unquenched desires.

You knew my body
ignited in light breezes
& when
you touched me,
I felt electric.
I tried to fight it
but couldn't,
I still can't.

Close the door baby,
let's play again,
I want to drown,
you know I love you
in the throes of passion.

You say things
you normally wouldn't say,
beg me to do acts,
the ****-acts we crave
& behave in certain ways
that make me crazy for you
even more.

You know,
I could stay in your arms
forever like that.

You are the sun,
a beautiful state of living matter,
a piece of every single star
in the entire universe
is in you
& I do love you.

O Darling,
can't you see?
It's so fundamental,
the charge you give me,
I could drink,
swallow
your plasma
forever.

Once your fingers
showed me
your sweet pleasure.

The memory
haunted me,
beat me into
the submission
of your fickle ego.

But now
thankfully,
I am able to let go,
I count sheep
for excitement.

Your hands roam
over me in tender ways,
gripping me magically
as your lips surround me,
the tongue of an angel
you enlighten me,
take me to other places
squeezing my face
your tremendous thighs.
eyes of a sacred order,
fragrance of the rose.

I inhale you,
I thirst for you,
I hunger for you,
I crave what
you do to me
every time
you love me.

It was a ritual scarfing
spiced-eggs at the subbase,
then heading up
to the mountaintop
to check on
the cumulous-situation.

From the banana house,
one can see for eternity
the tips of Tortola & beyond
& grow fond of such splendor.

The beauty of such moments
can sink deep & stir hearts.
Even the stoutest of pirates
can cry behind the patch,
get snatched by this passion,
reveal his hidden treasure.

My blood-eyes always
seemed mesmerized,
pleasured
by the ***-filled hours
spent down on Back Street
before each maiden voyage.

The trips to Drake's Seat
to confer with the
dreadlocked-donkey man
were always my final stop.
For he had select bumblegum-*****,
homegrown at market prices,
to change perspective
& buccaneers ya know,
certainly need that fix.

Those warm Trade Winds
whipped through
the Inward Passage
while lobsters boiled
on the shore,
and there, raised up
high on the edge,
my stiletto kniving sapphires,
I understood
the true meaning of freedom,
riding supersonic
under golden suns,
in a world
so alone & starving.

I whisper
your precious name,
reach out
into the pitch,
only to hear the
tick tock
of passing time.

I lie alone
with the itch
of your sweet memory,
crying genuine tears
in the empty pillow
beside me.

The trips to the ancient forest
never seem monotonous,
for the repetition of nature
makes one sing.

I think about science
& the drone
of modern technology
robbing us of spirit,
the simplest of
human pleasures.

The art of conversation,
the intimate interaction
between living souls
has eroded
to
the use
of electric fingertips.

O to touch the sky,
to taste rain,
feel sunlight,
to kiss your lips,
I cry in utter torment.

I hear the call of the wild
& cry not,
for there is no internet
nor will I find with fi,
only the sound
of singing crickets,
the rustling of leaves
& a lone owl hoot.

I am normally
not a drinker of milk,
but with you
so fine,
I'd certainly
change my ways,
suckle you
for an eternity.

She's absolutely gorgeous,
a broken-mold girl.
She breaks necks,
infects the hearts of men
with her pretty eyes.

Wise men know
she's the loveliest woman on Earth.
There's something nicely
mysterious about her,
tells me she's of great worth.

There are no written words
to describe her beauty,
she's so fleeting,
very charming.

I would cross
a thousand oceans
just to kiss her.
I would scale
a million dunes
to gaze upon her,
to watch her shimmer.

I would never harm her,
not a single hair
on her head
& if there was
a glimmer of hope,
I'd die for her.

We frolicked under the tears
of the Andean moon,
danced on cobblestone streets
in the sacred valley.

Our minds were laced
with fermented corn,
we connected to the gods.

And you,
you with your celebratory-nature,
changed my fate forever
with the flick of your wrist,
downed sweet memories
of the perfect world
nobody ever lives.

You kept him
alive in a sterling heart,
next to your own,
permeating passions
to be fulfilled
by hearty revelers,
and I did.

Fiddles twang with rich melody,
transcending the mystic hollows,
flying with the brook-mists
up into the wistful clouds,
hovering the scenic balds.

There’s something truly special
about the blue ridge,
a power that creates
sheer-magic in my heart.

Like the seasons,
life is forever changing,
rising and constantly falling,
I float, I die
a leaf of summer
onto sacred ground there.

I loved your smile
& the first time
I watched myself
disappear like that,
I understood why,
you were the
prettiest person on Earth.

To and fro,
the minions travel
in droves,
clawing,
fighting,
scratching to be
first in line,
draining their lives,
trying to cure the
disease of materialism.

O I do believe in love,
in the spirit of giving,
but not when
it spoils the soul.

In disguise,
they seem attracted to me,
buzzing all around me
endlessly
in love
with droplets
of my blood.
And when they swarm,
I swear
they want my soul.

O, I do Sweet Miss,
I do consider your Lily,
especially when
you let me
kiss her tasty petals,
smother myself in her nectar
& pollinate her
with my whole being,
my fervent soul.

O, I do Sweet Miss,
I do consider your Lily,
lying with her
in the fields of fresh green,
those rolling hills
under the brilliant
skies of azure
where our bodies meet,
we spill our love
in splendor.

O, I do Sweet Miss,
I do consider your Lily.

I dream about you
night & day,
succumbing
to strong urges
that lie hidden away
& when I play,
lost deep in my mind,
a steady stream of my love
quenches me,
bringing such
sweet satisfaction
to these delightful
hot-moments.

O darling,
please know,
I do not feel wrong,
only right.

Victoria's Secret might be
an extra expense for her,
but it really doesn't matter
to me,
she's more real,
sexier than any catalog picture,
can always give me the business,
I don't care.

I don’t need a maid,
I don’t really care
if my bed’s unmade.
Home cooking is tasty & nice,
but take-out’s rather nice,
it’ll suffice from time to time.

I need a lady-child,
someone who loves cut flowers,
wears them & pretty ribbons
in her flowing hair.
I need a real woman,
not scared
to break a nail,
someone who can hike trails,
listen to my tales.

I want a kama-sutra lover,
someone not scared,
unafraid to discover
deeper meanings with me.
I pray for that special-angel,
someone who will come to me
from above,
a sweet turtle-dove,
full of genuine love.

I wonder
what the hell it must
have been like when
the stormtroopers came.
Surely it wasn't like
a visit from the relatives,
they had schedules to keep,
Star of David passes to hand out
for the crowded overland train trek
to the gas showers or the ovens,
no choice given.

And we think things are tough,
worried about the color of our socks
& writing poetry.

I love the great outdoors,
for there,
I can make water
from tree branches,
set a snare,
trim & dress a rabbit,
even start a fire in the rain.

I can
make myself invisible,
backtrack to lose my scent,
read a map,
use a compass
& tell time by
using a plain 'ole stick.

And if I get sick,
I know about
medicinal plants,
preparing
a natural-soup,
make jerky.

Reading the stars
is a lost art,
I can do it.

I've eaten crickets,
munched on grasshoppers,
set a broken leg &
erected camouflaged shelters.

Constructing weapons
is an easy trick,
I know about fighting tactics,
hand-to-hand combat,
can practice things martial,
get found when I'm lost.

I can stay warm
in the winter
read the weather signs,
go deep underground.

I don't think much
about the Apocalypse,
but if it comes,
all I need
are the clothes on my back.

I don't want to be
another drug of intermittent choice,
a replacement for your glass bottle,
when it sits idle on your shelf,
waiting for you
to return to the package store
to replace it,
while my heart drains empty
with the next one.

I'm totally exhausted,
it's been one of those
twelve-hour work days,
the kind of day that
makes you delirious by
the end of your shift.

And I don't even recall the shower,
but I must have had one,
'cause I'm lying here in bed
with wet hair.

I just had a fleeting thought,
think I want to get inked,
have a Chewbacca tattoo
etched on my right calf.
I know I'm not crazy,
or even lazy.
I'm just tired
I guess, I'll sleep
on my furry animal
art-idea,
don't want to
be labeled insane.
Good night CP3O.

O Witchy Woman,
tell me please.
put my mind at ease,
will I live forever,
will I have a life full of troubles?
And is there a lover
somewhere
for me?
Do you feel me,
do you feel me,
can you read my palm,
I don't want to be
left alone!?

I can write you
the sexiest ditty
in the world,
create sensual imagery
beyond your wildest dreams
& I do mean,
your wildest dreams.

But sadly
that's about
all I'll ever be able to do,
unless.....unless...

O darling,
if I could
hear you scream,
I'd pen an epic!

The pulpit is a lonely place,
at a height just below
the nosebleed level.
It's very similar to the bench,
where white-wigged
robed-people
hand out sentences
to the so-called vermin.

I love them,
the stereo-typed
lowlifes of the world
who struggle with conformity,
who know about scraped knees
& broken hearts,
who are forever tainted,
scribbling.

You see, a life
sheltered by power
is way too antiseptic
for a lowly person like me.
I'd rather be a human contaminant,
than a holder of the clean tissue,
they understand nothing,
while we bleed out love
through our noses.

When I first saw her
cruise into the health food store,
I immediately thought of Camelot
and all those visions of chivalry.
But at the checkout line,
she was rough.
I mean,
mean,
like really ******,
treated the cashier
like dirt,
as if she were
all high and mighty.
I'm not sure what she's been through,
but it really doesn't matter,
she's afflicted with something
chivalry can't cure,
like the lack of a kind heart.
I'd rather date a friendly camel
with no humps,
I'm sure it wouldn't mind
a few manners.

She's ethereal,
lighter than a feather,
floats magically
on painted toes.

The mane she wears
is a splendid thickness
& her hips
make me bite my lips
with fiery desire.

Her veil of ruby sequins
hides the prettiest face
& her amber-eyes
burn beautifully,
shades of grace.

Her flowered-*******
are made from
the finest French lace
& I have constant visions
of being with her,
sliding them off
slowly
over at her place,
to make
our dreams come true.

She's a pretty girl,
I see rubies in her eyes,
pearls on her neck,
diamonds on her chest,
she ***** my power.

I drift &
I'm gone like Hercules,
I will never give up
on her.

one minute walking
explosive bright flash around
blood and guts the next

You see him explode
in a cloud of misty pink
legs gone just torso

I was with Lewis
& his buddy Clark,
talked with them Mandans,
ran from the Blackfeet
& ate the pheasants too.
Sacagawea, that Shosone beauty,
was an awesome trailmate,
her eyes sparkled
with Milky Way dreams.
Twas' fate
that brought me here,
but I'm fine,
I truly am,
okay with that.
'Cause I enjoy
the spirit-life,
reminiscing
about my past,
adventure travels.

I love the look in your fire-eyes,
especially when I get burnt in them.

I love the way you saunter toward me,
especially wearing your birthday suit.

I love your thick lady-mane,
especially when it lies below us.

I love the taste of your cinnamon kisses,
especially with the hints of cigarette & clover.

I love your strong open thighs,
especially when you invite me to dinner.

I love the ****** connection we make,
especially when it sounds like a waterfall.

I love the sighs you make,
especially when you tremble
& scream my name
at the top of your precious
heaving lungs.

I love filling you with a magical feeling,
especially when I succumb with
great amounts of my own.

I love so much more about you,
especially the parts without regrets,
if you only knew.

I sit
& face the cobra,
swaying,
unhooded,
with a smiling tongue
& we see eye-to-eye,
& he does not strike,
knowing the power
of his toxin
I sit.

Speak to me
of your knowledge,
with your parted lips so lovely,
whispering my name,
such soothing thoughts,
holding me
close to your *****,
I’m entranced,
engulfed by your inner-flame,
a romantic at heart,
I’m starting
to fade into your wisdom,
blindly.

She passed me her disease
& I have yet to find a cure.

It is not impure,
it makes me feel heightened,
sacred beyond my wildest imaginations,
a warm glow singes my lips,
it makes my hips twinge with desire.

I have a yearning,
a need
to seed her
with my heart
that’s on fire with her disease.

She passed me her disease
& I have yet to find a cure.

The morning star
rises in the east
& I embrace
the start of
a sacred new-day.

I watch the terns
play in the surf,
gulls laugh
& I feel my heart
settles westerly
tonight.

I feel the same calling
at times.
It's so insidious,
telling me it's okay,
one hit from the bottle
& everything's
going to be alright.

And I fight it
with all
my bones & marrow,
'cause I know
the wagon is really
the only safe place
for people
like you & me.

Tomorrow
is in deed
another day.

So let's worry
about today,
instead of it,
the liquid-poison.

Are you there
Miss Clairvoyance?

I feel your electrifying hands
reaching out to touch me,
to soothe me into submission.

I feel your weight
pressing down on me,
holding me tightly
with your finery.

I am breathless,
your sensuous conduit,
lost in a world
of extra sensory
perceptions,
feeling your
spasmodic-ripples,
inhaling your spirit.

I feel it in your fingertips,
the words you pen
hold one captive
& I feel your heart beating,
telling of such passions,
dreams beyond the wildest,
like mine,
genuine.

Spilt milk
flooded
the skies above us
as we splashed
in natural ways,
displaying thermals
in radiance,
your eyes captured
the sunshine of a billion suns.

Between the bubbles,
I found your sweet spot,
a deep valley
way below the surface
& we screamed primal
as I got drunk
on your effervescence,
under the spilt milk
of heaven.

I felt it.

In the silence,
they heard the lambs
& I heard you
crying to feel,
felt you
missing me
for real.