The bordello camp 

Morning in Aruba, the ****  has crowed three times
Men get out of beds that hundreds have slept in 
of other men, they are silent, waiting for taxis
to take them back to their ship
Sad men, there is no jubilation here, cigarette smoke
A cold morning beer while waiting for the transport
A ******, overcome by the tardiness, tries to run away
There is nowhere to run; the ***** camp is in the desert
on a desert, sand, bushes, and snakes.
The madman, plied with alcohol, is sleeping.
The other carried him onboard.
In the courtyard, a woman swipes the dance 
floor, doesn't bother to look up, when this day ends 
They will be back again, or someone like them
will come, here, drink, dance, and pay for ***

After an iteration of lying silent,
Slowly breathing
In and out
Enduring a lifetime of suffocation,
Something is seen.
Amongst the ashes of what once existed
And along the edges of the things that used to grow,
Life begins again
A warmth and a green haze that belies
The reckless abandon
Of all that used to be.
The whisper of Hope begins
A hoarse and hollow voice
Folding in on itself
While it echos across the barren wasteland
Of old, storm-worn steps
That lead into the coming days.
I look up
At the ashes that still fall,
Settling at my shredded feet
In piles of gray
And despair.
But Hope's voice grows ever louder
Though it never rises above a mutter,
Weak and worn
From years of oppression.
My eyes land on a single shade of blue
That birthed the emerald Hope
Among the ashes of the past.
And in a swirling maelstrom of ephemeral understanding,
I can now see:
There will be music here again
It may be many an era before its strands
Pluck through the dust
Of the destruction wrought
But there will be music here again.

A world
in a world
Hidden from
the people within
An experiment
within a world
inside another one
The outsiders looking in
paying dues to disrupt us
Making bets on threats to come
laughing at the ignorance
among us, wondering how…
WE COULD BE SO DUMB!
wondering how?
WE COULD BE SO CONTROLLED!
wondering how?
We believe one thing but let it be taken away.
FREEDOM, we are free
gained from deaths
of many loved ones
from war that was
defending our
FREEDOM…..
SUPPOSEDLY
I CALL *******
it’s all just “politics”
Profit driven
entertainment filled
humanity killed
expensive thrills
the outsiders fund
to get their socks off
from looking in
At:
A world
in a world
Hidden from
the people within

dark, still, no birds sing.

slowly without ceremony,
sun will creep, small birds,
all that, happens, radio

plays into those moments.

the window is closed,
colder now. autumn is
here,

last evening she read the letter from Joyce.

Warm Winds

Touch me,
They
whisper across my face,

It’s A little touch
Here and there.

These Warm winds
embrace me
They
Hold me close
They
envelope me

And It’s exactly
What I need to feel
from you
Right now.

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.”

Like a gold coin you sit inside me as I transcend
closer than the heart closer than the soul  
chakra of old
faint steady light
helios orb of fire
        daystar ...
                           I journey on and you light my inner path  
you shine like a beacon, in the thick of night...

Like the golden sun when it blazes like a yellow diamond
in the middle of a lovely summer afternoon
you are a cut above the rest !  
Inside me you radiate and fill me with inner strength
"Manipura"  
lustrous gem that you are,  
                                       you are the jewel of my solar plexus !  
You are the sun that lives in me,
                         the light that never fades
You give me a strong sense of self and you never abandon me.