they are like,
amorphous things,
these thoughts, these half remembered dreams
floating,
like lilypads upon a pond
luscious green rounded fronds and shooting,
ponted drafts of sun....
luminescence, drifting on.
i dream in monet, today.
all fuzzed dots and pastel hues....close up, nothing new
but from a few steps back,
a picture...gorgeous to behold...
let me now... dream....
somemore....mayhap
i soon will see, immpression:
             soliel levent

~

I have stood on aging avenues
watching walls crumble
while destiny’s debris
collects
at my feet

pieces of the past?

I have heard the laughter of babies
and the wail of the homeless,
opposites in a
straight line of
what is
and what might be

voices of the future?

I have stared into the portals of
left over meanings,
methodically
laid out to rest
on long tables
of bad intents

visions cast of shadows?

I have knelt before a dream,
clutching my chest
with indecision,
the pain
a reminder of my
fragile heart-
opened

memories of lost love?

I have cried
without a witness,
empty streams of
dense forgiveness,
requested of no one
and answered by the same

and nothing remains?

I missed my revolution.
What's a boy to do?
Don a balaclava for jaysus?
Smoke a fat havana?
Think I'll buy me a beret.
Brush up on mi español.
Grow a fumanchu.
Move fifty years down south.
Find me a spanish speaking babe
to dance the dance in a red dress
shouting viva la vida all night long
till the sun comes up
and roosters crow
at hungry dogs
in a dusty street.

r ~ 5/24/14

In the gathering fields
wild grasses brush across
our warm brown skinned legs
stopping only for brightly colored flowers
indian paintbrush, red as blood
with yellow specks of sun
a summer meadow of swirling birds
speak in secret soulful words
pensive penetrating songs
circling round our heads, whistling
bird songs, that carry us home

I was such a beautiful child,
With my shoulder lengths of
Sun bleached barley.

Smiled little pearl soldiers in
Line. Old glassesless ladies
Took me for
Girlchild.

But I grew twisted like an
Appletree around a
Graveyard path
Lightpost.

Teeth came out crooked.
Hair fell out at thirteen.
I was big for my age;
Grew other hair in places
I never knew I would.

My voice broke as if in
Sorrow over the child
Inside that had
Died. After that I spoke as if
Into a bucket.

Sometimes I catch my father
Gazing at me through a slight veil
Of grievance for that same
Child.

I would never dream
To blame him.

four little superheros
tucked up in bed
four little blonde heads
angelic smiles
and clasping hands

already met the old sandman...

they fought hard...but he
won....

four little superheros
their day....definitely done

You are like a tulip in a sea of dandelions.

When it’s summer I pray for cold
In the winter sulk for warm touch
When I was a kid longed to be old
I’m always asking for too much.

When it’s money want of it more
It’s always for good times I search
I want the rains to stop torrent's pour
I’m always asking for too much.

I want my woman to be a *** queen
Want her always hot on my urge
Her smiles I notice can't read her pain
I’m always asking for too much.

I want smooth sailing life’s steady flow
A decent job and a nest for night’s perch
See on her face shine a happy glow
I’m always asking for too much.

I want all my poems earn your read
Desire it’s them only you search
I do only care for my ego’s need
I’m always asking for too much.