The frail nature of the soul
makes for confused company,
especially in
a world of moving fingertips
clicking precious-time away.

Passions run deep &
our minds travel
in nanoseconds,
we grasp glimpses
of each others worlds
on the dark side of the moon.

Yet, we still remain
a million miles away,
trapped in cyberspace,
endlessly flowing.

We forget
the contact,
the touch of our lips,
those loving-arms
embraced around our hearts,
human reactions,
only to remember
genuine frustration,
continual loneliness
& isolation.

Seems forever we look
for super nova,
remaining hardwired,
inspired.

And hopefully,
we never lose
faith,
hope or love
traveling like this,
missing kisses.

Early this morning,
the chariot swung low
for Thomas,
before the sun rose.
It was time for
my good friend to pass,
but still too soon.
Nobody knows,
can truly understand
the reasoning,
the ways
of the sacred.

And he left us
with a  wonderful legacy,
touched our hearts
with his humor,
gave us a great example
with his quiet,
confident,
good-natured demeanor.

Yet sadly, he
will not give up
his beautiful daughter's
hand in marriage nor
see his son graduate
the Naval Academy.

Lord willing,
we
might just
see those things
and remember him even more.

Rest in peace my good friend Thomas.

Yin Yang lovers meet
Enjoy each others treasures
Explosive pleasures

I hung a crusader coin
around my neck
in a custom
silver setting.

Thirteen hundred years
have passed
from Antioch to here.

The head of
the helmeted
mailed- knight is
in perfect relief,
the Celtic-cross intact.

It has no special powers,
it's just a memory
of religious-brutality,
now hanging silent.

She looks beautiful
from behind.
Her satin-hair spills
over her delicate shoulders,
the ****-curve of her back
is so seductive, she
has a delicious bottom.

When I drape myself
over her,
she inhales with
satisfaction,
we fit tight,
like a glove.

I love that position.

And so does she,
that's why she
lies like that,
whenever
I'm around.

She said things,
mean things,
they told me volumes
about her true soul.

I should have
been more bold,
never believed her.

But I was hypnotized
by her pretty-eyes
that hid
her body of lies.

I cry waiting for the
trigger-word
to release me.

I walked along the fence line,
hands in my denim-jeans,
headlong into the warm-breeze.
Windmill-blades spun,
squeaking through rust,
wildflowers fluttered
as the sun bore down.

A flock of birds hung
on the top strand
of kinked barbed wire,
scattering as I approached,
spinning up
into a spiral above.

Cool-sweat dripped
down my spine,
reminding me,
reminding me of her,
my dream girl,
the sweat we created
in fields of clover.

The crows cawed,
mocked me,
reminding me
it was now over
and I,
I was all alone
in these empty fields of clover.

Sometimes I feel I'm a little fish,
In the big pond that is the world
And I see bigger fish,
Eat little fish like me
I mean, it's only survival of the fittest,
But what if we could change that?
What if a little fish could change the world?
with an idea bigger than all the biggest fish combined
This is all metaphorical, you know
But I feel like it's the best way to explain my ideas,
And that is that no matter who you are,
Or where you come from, the path you've walked
And all the hardships you have had to endure,
You matter.
you may be a little fish in a big big pond,
But little fish can change the world

The electricity
vibrates
between them,
creating overloads,
surges of energy,
releasing tensions
in maximum-abundance.

O boy, fiber optic
feels really great,
it seems so brilliant,
love at our fingertips!

But what if,
what if,
I want to
wet my whistle,
taste her
daintily,
paint her
town white,
feel her
heartbeat for real?

Guess, they're the
million dollar questions
that computers
cannot answer
that make us so poor,
so frustrated in cyber-love!

I want to go on a jaunt,
hunt up her backbone
with my beagle nose.
I'd like to stop
along the way
to lick her chops,
before I drop
on top,
howling
at the moon,
between her stars,
panting.