it is the defining answer as to why
in the infinite measurement of time
we are quickly fading as a species
the heroes and those given the gift of genius
quietly silenced in the shadows
in the whispers that fade quickly like dreams

the light of untethered thought
the discoveries that lay in wait to bring us to an enlightened world
are crushed by the deviants
the malicious
the maggotry that userp and violate the natural progression of mankind
more brazen they have become
more defined are their goals
unflinching in their task
these oligarchs who see utopia as a world under their control
they ******
they destroy
they bury all ideas and creations
that interfere with their burning desire
for personal gain
greed owns them
greed drives them
and in the end
will come darkness

I just stood and breathed beside a tree
The other day. Odd thing to do perhaps,
It was deep winter, he was sleeping.
A stark
oak
against
the sky.

Tried to form some words to releaf his
Dark lines.

But no
I was in his keeping.

cracked earth, gold ruins of a tribe that reigned
within this deep narrow chasm, I reside
cradling tribesmen bones, I'm faithfully chained
as opposed steep rock walls loom either side

east; a rope ladder posed by those before
an easy cliff ascent to its plateau
where a hamlet sits; my hometown Baloor
my old life of merriment and wines' flow

west; the way seized by foolish and fearless
scaling the crag is the only recourse
no lent equipment; a route taken gearless
and once at the top, there is more of course

escaping the gorge; a hurdle stands tall
mount gravefall. stretching straight to the sky
on snowy peak; a tower of stone wall
its said worlds edge can be seen from so high

up its thousand winding steps lives its sire
the old grey wizard who claims to see all
it is his conference I so desire
for it's he who'll restore sight to a fool

it's west I choose - the impossible west!
I begin my climb my struggle and strain
loose rocks, lost footing, I fail the test
the wizard above laughs as I try again
... and again

I once made it half up that mountain's side
'till the wizard let out a thund'rous shout
sent tumbling down with the triggered rockslide
to where I started, my home and hole, in pout

staring at my sliver of scrolling grey cloud
recumbent I lie, my quest drew no gains
as townsfolk leer down and wonder aloud
for that patient ladder, no strength remains

soon winter will flood this canyon estate
washing away all who stay in this bowl
I will join my tribal friends as I wait
for my bones to be held by another lost soul

Fine wine woman
Caressing the crescents
Of her hips
With love
Longs for exotic youth
Oblivious to the rain
Yet compliments
Her roses and sweet poses
With the stars
and
loves champagne

Reynaldo Casison

I’m in a late night bar
in the big city
only the sound of
Johnny Hartman on
a background radio
and thoughts of her
keep me here
through a subtle hint
of pure blue I can
almost feel the
distant neon glow
the shadows dance
across the room like
black angels the wind
whispers through an
open widow like a
ghostly stranger
the features of her face
are captured within
the silhouette of
a perfect grey
the twisting smoke
curls from her fingers
from her lips drift
a thousand sorrows
she walks past me
with tremendous style
she walks past me
close enough to touch …
Clay.M