Every man fears the psychiatrist’s ****** cigar.
That fraudulent Freudian slip.  What freak-fantastic dribble.

Destruction of society imaged in a dream.
The apocalypse is light in comparison to his judgments.

Superlative pish.
Let this be a sockdologer.

Everything points to a brighter future.
What fuels our world’s beauty, forests, fields, and gardens?

Is it not decay, the litter-layer, scrap & waste, the uncultivated?
Reclaimed?  New life springs from deadwood, from the effluvia.

Superfluous matter feeds life and produces the crown
This the natural world wears on her weary head.

As they say of one man’s trash or animal regarding that matter . . .
Our systems are breaking down, thankfully though painful;

Giving hope of a bright new world springing forth.

The dairy devil
Has cold hands
Pray it grabs your throat

There is an unrecognized key to living a life satisfied, if not Fulfilled. It is not a secret.  It is much overlooked.  It is: cycles

There is an unrecognized key to living a life satisfied, if not fulfilled.
It is not a secret.  It is much overlooked.  It is: cycles

The sun rises on our lives, the sun sets, as well.
The world obits and whirls, the seasons change

Then change back again. Cycles, life is a cycle.  Spinning
In a controlled fashion.  We can count on it.  For

It will cycle back around to the start of day, of love, of life.
That’s the thing to mentally grasp.  We rise to the cycle of the day.

We hum along never thinking, “We are spinning, turning, cycling!”
Feel the groove of that.  We will rise, we will sleep, we will be . . .

Cycles remind us that there is a rhythm.  With rhythm we make music.
With music we sing and dance our way through the cycle of life.

Wrap that, like a comforting blanket, around your life
And cycle on.

In the garden of delight
At the eve of dusky-night
-Twilight holds no grudge

The brush had been light
You had seen him in his flight
-Lights dimmed, everything buzzed

Hoping that he'd soon light
You hoped he'd light on you
-Before a shark bite you get a nudge

Ah, tender kisses on the skin
Are just a prelude to the sting.
-Blood smudged

Garden of delight
At the eve of dusky-night
Twilight holds no grudge

Leaves in wind
Acrobatic life
Tumbling death

Dear pussycat, you clever little beast
To hide the paws that hid the claws
That shred my pretty face.

Feline, fooled as I was to forget
Within your blood wildness simmered
Just beneath the folds and crease;

Of eyes that looked asleep!

Water, the same color as the sky,
Completely filled the pools of light.

The rays of Sun are want to try
And push to break through the bright.

Yet, languidly our time we bide
Until the pools are full of night.

Here is the book that you may choose words from
It is a limited fare
Nine out of ten mythomaniacs are happy with it
For those like you, it'll do

Snakeskin,
Crawled into it and it felt good.
Real good.  Good enough to live in.
Forked tongue slips in and out;
Poison drips, fangs cannot be contained.

Eating all, choking on frogs, going for bigger prey
Until all is gone, gone, gone -
Lining up to pet the snake, feel the skin next to theirs
******* out brains to fill craniums with crap.
And the world has gone mad, bad, and sad.

We climb the stars
Make honey in our hearts

Mad as a jackrabbit
We leap into dark holes

Walk among winged creatures
Quiver in our skins

And swear that we can fly
Feather-light on love alone

I can feel your sighs.
I can hear the breath coming in
And going out of your chest.

I can hear your heartbeat,
Feel the warmth of your blood
Gushing through dilated veins
Flush with heat.

And I wonder,
Where am I
In the equation?

The thing within itself, yet, without
The eating of its own flesh in mouth

The chewing until raw
- emotion all

I see you consume, be consumed

She has a head, which floats
Above her body. Large eyes
Open wide. Picasso,
He could very well have made her.

Love chooses you
She does not care for sensibilities
But sneaks up from behind
And places hands over your eyes
Then leads you with a smile
To where she wills you

Come here.  Look,
The grass is fading, and soon
The snowbirds will arrive.
Unmoved, they'll watch from afar
And, O, so shall I,
- trembling,
For fear that they may fly.

On water I walk
The deck. Steady, the boat floats
Across glassy seas.

cognition
conversation
wonder
brilliant shine
glitteringly white
transfigured
transfixed
conversion
startling light
resurrection

I tried to love someone else
But you were the love of my youth
Your love carried me into adulthood

You gave me your pain to carry
Late night on my blue princess phone
The darkness of your life and war poured out

I gathered it and tried to close the wound
Soothing you when you came to lie beside me
You had had enough of killing, enough warring

I wanted to give you beauty and love
Love enough to bury the skeletons
And to carry your seeds forward into life

(From an interview with a young woman who escaped from ISIS)
She is dead and wonders why
Her heart goes on beating.
But, she has been dead before.

She died each time she thought
About the eight year old girl *****
Then taken, a wife for ISIS.

"Take me!" she had pleaded.
Her body would be stronger.
Her mind already knew . . .

So, now, at only twenty,
She dies, again and again.
Yet, her heart and memory will not.

"Lovely" The word slips between my lips
As a sigh.

The day is hot,
The water cool.

We are young
And reasonably beautiful;

Something, which no one can take away
From us, except for time.

Let me be a river
To flow away from you

Let me be a cloud in the sky
And float away in the blue

Let me be a mouth
To open and scream

Let me be a Northern
Raging to the south

Let me be a night
Filled with sweet dreams

Let me be beauty
Where ugliness was

Let me be love

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I wish that I could climb up on a roof
On a spring day
And lie
In the shade of a tree

What a refugee that use to be
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And the quietness
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I can smell the heat of the day
The off gassing of materials
The decomposition of grass
I smell the earth drying in the bake
         of this southern sky.

Success can be subjective
Failures teach us how to succeed

I have something shocking to tell you:

Victory is a figment of your imagination
Think about that . . . Let  that sink in . . .

Imagine yourself victorious

You fought like a madman,
For that last coke crumb

You scraped and scraped.
And, yes, desired the warmth

Spreading through your veins
Ah, your favorite longtime love.

You popped pills, did crank,
And drank and drank, and drank

But you washed it all down
With our tears.

I need sunshine.
That's what I need,
But I also need sleep.

Could I close my eyes,
See the sunlight
Through closed eyelids,
With shadows darting,
As I fall asleep.

Cool breeze, warm sun,
Best rest ever!
Wish it was like it was
When I was young.

Triumph over tragedy is not being dismembered by it.
But how to stop the bleeding?  That is the thing . . .

Suddenly you realize

How fragile life is,
Like a heavy Texas flood
Crushing, crashing, gushing
And taking things from you.

Ironic it is that for some
It takes the shortage of turkeys
Or the scarcity of eggs
To make that realization.

An old and frustrated flower-child asks,
"Where did the love go?"
Peace, love, dope . . .

Why just yesterday, it seems
We were romping through beautiful fields
And reading such lovely poetry.

Where did the love go?  I am asking.

I am an expert on your culture.
After all, I have cable tv
With many channels to inform me.

I have earned the right, as any vulture,
To pick you apart at your weakest seam.
In darkest moments you'll get no reprieve.

I am justified in my judgements, you see.
For I have cable tv to teach me
All the narrow truths that I need.

O pleasure, a deep well of nectar your creamy throat
Fluted like a golden trumpet toy.

Your luscious nuggets of yellow dust our hurried feet,
As we become sweetly knee deep.

We buzz a vibrato hum. Carefully, make we our love notes
With each wing beat of gathering joy.

Your graceful tendrils entwined our tiny hearts with gifts.
Complete in our mission with bounty we lift

And homeward sing your praise.

The label read: Clarifying Shampoo
So I thought I'd give it a try.

Skeptical as I was
I lathered and I scrubbed,

But clarity never came.

Jeffery Brown, reporting the news every night
Looks at the world through multiple lens, and writes
Poetry from a layer of glass glued to a layer of glass
Which has separated slightly.  Magnifications at last
Divided and shared as divvied-out treats.

http://video.pbs.org/video/2365488825/

I am really getting tired of marketers and others who are phishing Hello Poetry.  Let this serve as a warning, I will not answer your messages.  So, don't waste your time.

Your eyes, a cloudy blue,
Set the pace and the mood.

We took this long drive
Hoping to help a relationship survive.

The many years of hours spent in pleasures
Are so filled with the things that we have treasured.

Yet, you say that you are tired of trying.  Why?
Don't you know?  Sometimes success happens on the last try.

It's the final leg of the journey . . .

Let's do it again!

What is the magic in the sum of 19?
It is not quite 20, in the mind a small enough amount.
It is more than 15, which would make you a cheapskate.
So many really good charities keep asking me for just 19.

Love,
Like some dove
On wing high above;
It is a weightless drug,
These feathers, which I hug
And I rise

A bright sun heated this ground and we richly sowed in fertile soil.

Spring was full of possibilities, which we now enjoy in summer produce, so luscious.

Ah, as tasty as sweet melon and as fresh as scent of cucumber love is.

And we have seen that the bounty we receive is equal to the worth of our toil.

The most exquisite symbol that I could give,
“A teardrop on the cheek of time”.  This tomb
Of my heart white walls of marble enclose.

Nothing matters.  Even if the people suffer,
Their blood will stain the Makrana stone;
Unclean, no longer pure.  My love rests

With your moldering body forever.  Only
Our youthful memories keep me until
I lie with you, again, Mumtaz.

You bought the dawn paying such a high price,
Spending the darkness like fake money,

Saving up your hopes like a hoarder;
Looking for someone else to bring your joy

Wading through the denseness to you.
Throw open the windows, the doors;

The light was out there, waiting, all along
For your open eyes.

Early to bed
Never to rise,
Circling around a thought
That keeps me paralyzed;

Here,
In the womby-tomby
Safety of my coverings
I begin to realize;

I don't want to remain unborn.

Crow at my window
Cawing, calling:
Come into the richness
Of the forest.

His call is tempting.

Walking alone day after day.  I am a regular.
The giraffes know.  The elephants remember.

The carousel and I go round and round, chasing;
Never catching anything or anyone.  You are gone.

The monkeys at the zoo could never be true to you,
They told me so.  I felt quite sad about it.

I'll give you fifty shades of Love
In many brilliant hues

The beauty of a love,
Which is honest and true

My love is unfettered
It has no need to be bound

It reaches through the mind
Until the heart is found

Out in the field near our cabin
I see little tracks in the snow
Leading to the edge of the tree line.

We follow.  Loving the smell of pine
I run my hand through the branches
Snapping a twig to capture the scent.

When we are home, sitting by the fire,
I will say, "Here is the memory of trees
And of our trek.  Smell."

And, you will take my hand in yours,
Gently raise it to your nose; then we will love
Amidst the memory of pines.

You are a fly.  Not the brown-black kind,
But the shiny green-blue type.  You know,
The one that is attracted to stink?
Some people thrive on crap!
What is the value in that?

Antiquity was waiting to breathe
And awaiting the moisture of lungs.

A hole, eyeball wide, offered just a peek;
Along with an ancient mote,
Which flew from eternity into sight.
Remarkable things were seen!

In the heat the buzz was slight.  
As was the bite.  But, ultimately,
The fevers started burning in the night
(For after all, the cobra had eaten the yellow canary).

How your coverings and remains sparkled like the sun!
Thousands of years of hiding suddenly undone.  

But, we all rot together, eventually eaten.