Crimson poppies shot through  
    deadened ****** soil
midst fields of deliverance,
    as every mother's tears rained
    upon sanguinary retribution

She wafted on the breezes
of mindless swaying treetops,
    her world was a sheltered oyster
      in ocean's iridescent indulgence
there was no breadth of sea's depth,
merely a curiosity's naiveté that rescued
      her spirit through many a dark eventide

And the bell tolled in
  ascertained moments,
    as the moon
      rounded gold dust,
   surrendering
             ashes to infinity*

there are no last chances
       in surmised sunrises

the sun lost its memory
in a familiar taste of irony,
stood amidst a raging fire
in vast depths of the sea,
destruction was eminent
as the horizon slowly fell
neath domesticated rainbows
emulating malnutrition,
and the poetry of the masses
sunk to oblivion once again,
fate tempted destiny
as the bird within heart
of a universe in denial
died without sustenance
dulling senses of validity,
in an antidote for gloom**

dawn was discontinued indefinitely

abstract endings assaulting

     pedestrian beginnings,

save yourself before

    you're too late

    for your own game,

choking on bourgeois

  mind-control  interludes

under a spell of

    plebeian sugarcoated reality

  whitewashed with

   iridescent rainbow colors

     and unicorn attitudes,

come out, come out

  wherever you are

    from behind

    those glossed over walls

     and blush-fogged glasses,

jack and jill weren't

   fetching at all,

he royally ******* her

   on the way down,

there's a world beyond

   blanched veneers

      and vanilla excuses

    concealed in resolute

       conventional facade's

           of vindication

They say the grass is greener
On the other side
Which makes me wonder what color grass they see
When they look at mine

People are never satisfied
with their token hue,
gardens perceive many views 'neath blue moons
yet still seek to plant their own rose colored seeds


But with the hand of seed comes a heart in need
To plant where they will thrive
And when we look at our lives deep
We see a parched land much too dry


Upgrading new playgrounds 'tween picket transplants
only proves to drain emotional fence posts,
there's no satisfaction in elevation's turf ventures
proof grows amuck the dark sod of every plot perused

I stroked your little ego
    'til your head literally exploded

I tasted you on my lips
hint of last night's honey,
   your essence lingered
a musky scent still
    enveloped my senses,
sun and stars had risen
  simultaneously
beckoning through pale
   filtered moonlight,
sharing what lovers do
we were as gypsy souls
    gaily dancing naked,
to the tempestuous
  music of lustful hearts
leaving sensibilities
    for the light of day,
when mingled ambiance
dwelled in contemplation
and the possibilities
        were infinitely composed

the depths beyond light 
 of dark primordial fears
ensnared in a trap of
  winding dangerous paths
    'tween passion and fire,
horizons like ink clouded seas
  of menacing madness and
    drunkenness' sanity midst
    psychobabble's inquisitions
rushing rampant to devour
  an overgrown hypothesis
    of imagination's luxuriance
   and anesthetics' coherency,
taming perpetual motion
   of  windswept emotions
lingering in shadows of
  moonbows after resolute
  mind bending storms of
   teeming reigns &
     elusive transcendence
  amid skillfully evasive grapples
       beyond liberated rationality

In the shadows of a
    darkly relinquished night,
 an unrelenting musing beast struck
       presenting a proposition,
         as he pranced about
           viscous vision's intentions,
promised a copious poesy garden
        'tween early morn's
            buttercup metaphors
              & dusk's poppy delusions,
danced 'til lavishly penned spirits
    were indubitably unleashed
        exploding 'neath elliptical eclipses;
whence the sun it did bounteously appear
    midst all its magnificent splendor,
        whilst Delphic inky nectar dripped
           deliberately ascending beyond
                   hellbent scripted passages,
    midst vaporous voids of creation
                'pon paradisaical prolific poetry

Wouldn't it be lovely to write
     the way Monet
         painted masterpieces,
or Beethoven composed
       simpatico symphonies,
graciously scripting sentiments as
      utterly stunning as Neruda's
             elixirs of profound poetry ~

I'd sell my soul for an eternity of
      infinite breaths midst
                   such indubitable creations

Music written to
     the sound of rain,
patters of notes upon
    slick windowpanes                
mesmerizing a day
        of reminiscence,
when two hearts
    danced between drizzle

I dissected your poetry,
  read between the lines
    different than mine,
perhaps our sentiments
  don't exactly jive
 nor rhyme in their profundity,
dissimilar perspectives
   in verbosity's distinction
    as fantasies are vastly unique,
our dichotomy mutually exclusive
yet, we bleed the same colors
   as our spaces blur into each other

Blood kissed her lips
  'pon the bane of madness,
wary of world's
         sans conscience,
she conjured her own destiny    
   as silently admonished winds
      withered the existence
        of dawning creations,
    in the name of the father and
       turbulent humility,
          beyond reproached deliverance

Life thawed

  mid temperate

      ice crystals

  'neath throe's

    reckoned awakening,

spring enveloped

     dragonflies

its wings tattooed

    'pon nature,

the lake reflected

a softer side

  contemplating

    a gentler zephyr,

condensation filled

  the atmosphere, her

   clear tears saturating

    resurrected skies,

vapors misting on

   the horizon

  amidst forgiveness

     of flawed sunrises

The healing powers of poetry

   cannot be overlooked, nor denied,

aspects of life's absurdities & wonder

unfurled in translatable surrender

juxtaposition of souls midst passages,

  written words of purged sentiments

sharing humanity's scripted similarities

        bled upon pages of deliverance

poetic fractured retractions
   gnashing night prayers,
scribbling braille,
     written sideways
 dipped amid holy water's retention,
compromising statements
     of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
     of nakedly sick ******, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
   half past total trade-offs
   in a spoonful of smoky reflections
         sans sugar's acid trip,
anointed of rose red
        ****** false pretenses
dancing off center
       in disillusioned
   pirouettes of pseudo redemption,
whirling out of control on
         staged tapestry's loftiness
surrendered ballet slippers
        in blistered half promises,
as twisted metaphors sprightly
       tuned out spun anomalies
below birds on a rusty wire tweeting
     admissions of blue's cobalt execution,
rendered inky alterations' inquisitions
        'pon pedaled pink fluff profundity,
exhaling paroxysms of engaged poetry
    in vehemently enraged deliverance,
naught one is ever as they seem
  through pigmented film 'neath
    figment's imagined looking glass
           of ingratiated grand delusions

Pen'd the most refined poetry

    whilst dreamily sleeping,

like fancy musings in the haze

    of lustrous paradisal ponds,

   it dissipated on the horizon

i cried symbolical tears

     for this miscarriage

  of poetic reverie's injustice,

all i could recollect

   'twas written neath

      the grand oak tree

as starlings sat silently gazing,

    held their boisterous song

  whilst i eagerly scribbled,

& paused to delight in the majesty

  amidst sterling skies' misted allegory

the moon was abundantly ripe

    seasoned of versed enlightenment,

as it loftily floated towards clouds' spell,

   'twas something profoundly reverent

    about life, death and baby's breath,

translation ascended the sweetly scented ether,

           ...the essence of it lingers still

He placed wildflowers
    in her hair,**
             *for the last time

Linens scented of

last night's rendezvous,

  still wafting midst

            reticent moments,

cognac and aromatic

   candlelight burning 'neath

      surreptitious breaths,

  as we deciphered

    sultry shadow's seduction

              midst clandestine poetry

Strung together
  within lit poetry,
moon kissed
  constellations,
illuminating
   lovers midst
    fiery horizons,
as perplexed skies
     joined the oceans
to see what the
   star implosions
     were contemplating,
cosmoses metaphorically
   sparkled intentions
'pon pinnacles of darkness,
and the light of
   poesy was ignited

White Knight galloped swiftly 'pon
     his black steed to save the day,
  perky princess was awe stricken
     with the well endowed stallion
they trotted briskly into the future,
   and the knight retired to the dark side

The most meaningful flower
      I ever received was from
   a blind homeless fella who said
             it matched my essence

The universe shifted,
barely anyone heeded
    reality's harsh course,
  'til the earth purged
every plastic contradiction
   bent upon shores' conflicts,
a tsunami of relevant citations
    and replenishing proportions
  clashed upon discordance of
    newly christened blood horizons

Stuck in the catacombs
   of surreality  
dragons breathing fire
      in my brain stem
scripted as previews'
     diabolical graffiti
of cancerous breath's
      gray radioactivation
written on the walls of
   mindless chatter's rancor

Eyes went blank
     in humanity's stare,
  blinded by the stark
        reality of blood
seeping from every
         pore of mankind

She was all starry-eye blitzed
  which was one helluva party
'til a lit moon crashed her high,
    hungover indifferent
             clouded sky falling -
      tripping earth's cruel stratosphere

Indifference is the sad unspoken
   purgatory of an apathetic world

She meekly chased after
nonexistent moonbeams
  in rose fashioned pipe
       dreamt illusions,
as visual stimuli to
        rock her existence
of inklings' stark impressions
  inciting some exertion
       in her bland universe,
she was ever so ordinarily dull
even her reflection in the
    deepest sapphire seas,  
  appeared as drab dishwater
she lived in a world of her
   own fabricated deception
still, she wondered why every
   impaled consequence was an
   arranged shade of washed-out gray

pseudo-expression's
       jagged diamonds
  a fugazi sans brilliance,
  shiner midst vague skies
           in the eye of
       practical indifference

What is imagination, but life's
   longing an impossible dream,
a tickling of inner cravings
  as the voice of splendor,
wherewithal's purpose
flourished in veritable endeavors
    of stylistic appropriations,
yearning amidst clouded vapors
  dispersing recognition's
     declaration of id's odyssey,
an idea in transformation
  that which awakens
   substantial sustenance
        nourishing spirit's nature,
  a psychic boon, abstruse or surreal
       motivating individuality's
            creative impulses
           differentiating experience's
       uniqueness mid an ultimate
                  mind blowing instinctive force

fragments of a photo album
     piecing together the cracks
         of agenda's recollections,
snapshots of a mind's embrace
on pages of past phases & blank spaces,
  folded, pressed and placed in the
         recesses of once upon a time

'Twas a cruel moon that night,
      beaming ineffectual it its
       commanding indifference,
   yet, its light was insignificant
      in the scheme of sunrise

death of a poet,
in retrospect
it starts out
ever so gradually,
ink dries up
without warning,
and veins purged
of blood, are now empty
chambers of depleted poetry

had to catch my breath

  amid dithers of stillness,

to comprehend little flashes

of brilliance midst madness,

nearly inaudible, but

  the premise was genuine

willing to take the leap

where stars collide &

    poetry is extraordinary

a place beyond perception

    of sun & lunar moonbows,

I'll meet you halfway

    'tween faith and conception

whence compassion never hesitates

  and reality is a meditation

          of rendered tranquility

Lugging overstuffed baggage,
          packed away midst
       unwritten poetry's carry on

His belly full up

    of castigation,

she could finally

      shed her tears

'neath thundering

     sleeplessness

'til the giant was

       once again roused,

    to commence forthwith

       consummating

          another imperfect storm

Right before the **** upsurge
   trotted in the midst of ecstasy - -

    an unleashed charlie horse,

      hurled us unbridled asunder

Life is much
like bread,
some prefer
that  pre-sliced
was already invented,
               *others like to
                              make their
                                      own cut above

There were shades of tranquility
    aching 'neath civilization's cry,
still blood was shed amid glorified
  borders of battlefield's convoluted calling,
each magnified footprint pooled crimson
   filled of ideologue's disenchantment
     midst revolutions of ill-chosen power,
       marching to the drumbeat of fool's gold

whispers flowing gently
  'tween the softness of fallen rain
celebrating each bittersweet moment,
breathing in the exhales of fiery fate
mulling over a cuppa fresh brewed coffee
         in spaces of last night's frenzy,
a dreamt recollection of poetry &
   appreciation of a brand new dawning
sense of anticipation in realizations'
  mysteries of experience are sublimely reverent,
   as the knowledge that pauses serves a purpose
      in the seemingly simple complexities
           of honoring loving indulgences

There is breath in sweet darkness,
sanctums beyond twilight and madness
where the shining of reality escapes,
  naught discernible sensibilities
   nor reasoning of spun agenda's logic
       amidst pale incognito moonlight,
   whilst tangible perceptions wait for the
             shocking awe of a glaring dawn

rose red rain, like
    blood tears
    running
     through veins,
preyed on the night
  as sinners pleaded
    for their dragons
      to be slayed
       in kingdom
         come's escape,
gray cloudbursts
  darkly applauded
    their defeat
     in thunderous claps,
aware there's
    no redemption
    for demons buried
      deep beneath
     an endless
       decreed fate

He delivered a seething harangue
           with the greatest of ease

Her breath was
   poetically zoetic,
     so ethereal ~
        she could fly

Euphoric Sunday morning,
      fluff blissful, feathery pillows -
         still resonating the
               scent of night
        beyond supernova's
             transcendent certainty,
   whence gods were called
       upon by name,
            reverberating
               over
                   and over
                        again

You're like a poetic ***** den
       when life gets chaotic