Hearts like toys
on Christmas day,
such fragile things.
You treat mine,
I'll treat yours
like eggshell glass.
I am too old
for that again.
For if I
pass it on,
that hurts me
too.

There is sorrow
at the heart of the world,
beautiful and precious.
Rooted in transience,
it whispers why... why...
now slipping by.

There is darkness
in the soul of man,
cold, cruel and blind.
Rooted in fear,
it whispers lies and shadows
ignoring the heart.

There is light
at the root of all things,
brilliant, radiant and true.
Centered in love,
it shouts out now...
now is all there is.

Listen deeply...
teach love,
touch gently,
breathe justice,
give without expectation.
express gratitude,
live peace,
practice mercy...
be compassion.

I knead dough
like I need your body...
soft and pliable
beneath the hand,
like my flesh
to your touch.

I am man,
you should be afraid.
Think nature is red
of tooth and claw?
Try me.
I drive whole species to extinction
for food and pleasure,
or just because they annoy me.
For long I considered war a sport...
and still my remorse is false.
I have slaughtered whole races,
and enslaved others
for being somehow different.
I shamelessly wade in gore
and make the demons blush.
I poison rivers;
and lay waste to land,
I'm crass enough to make life a commodity.
I will be the death of this world yet,
if I don't do myself in first.
Fear me,
I am man.

I am man...
an angel fell because of me.
Made in God's image they say
all His traits are found in me.
Half way to angels,
near relative of demons.
I have crafted art so beautiful
it will make you weep.
I can be grace and kindness,
mercy and compassion.
The angels hymns to Heaven
are pale reflections of the songs I sing.
I love deeply
and have great strength of mind.
My meditations on the Divine
are the music of spheres...
my science examines,
the world in depth.
Heaven and Hell merge within me
and wage their war for my soul...
but its up to me who wins.
This is the balance,
I am man.

I want to immerse myself in you.
The fragrance of your hair,
breath upon my lips...
your *** scent,
the odor of sweat
and the deep musk of your ***.
I want to roll in your stench,
bathe myself in your smell,
wear you proudly
as my perfume
for all to inhale.
I hesitate
to wash you off of me.

The same I look's out your eye as mine...
the perspective is different,
that is all.
We are one...
so close
no words can say.

You drove me to it.
Its all your fault,
and no other.
I had no words to express
my love,
my passion,
my anger,
my emotions
about you.
You drove me to it.
Its all your fault,
and no other.
You drove me
to poetry.

Some days are meant to be wasted.
Maybe the classic summer day,
hot and sweaty
with the threat of storms.
Or the warm and rainy
spring morning...
when the Apple blossoms fall.
Perhaps a pristine autumn afternoon
with all the colors at their peak,
or time spent sitting in the window
watching the snow fall.
These are the perfect moments
that cost us nothing.
They are not added
to the tally of our days,
nor detract.
They are a time all their own,
a kiss blown from the universe
to me,
and you.

When we are young
all paths are open to us.
Then as we age,
one by one
they close
until we are left
on the only path
that matters...
our own.

Never has something so small
held such a promise of pleasure...
your *******.

A single leaf upon the wind
against an azure sky,
year's end.

Haunted by haiku;
I can never get the syllables right,
or the pattern dreamy.

In moments of profound silence
when the heartbeat is just a whisper,
you can hear the ancient winds of Heaven
blowing through your soul.

You really don't think
you're just your ego,
do you?
Reality isn't very solid.
just a mist of atoms,
themselves mostly empty space.
Reality is what we think it is.
At one time,
the stars were the campfires
of the ancestors.

We all bear witness to our times...
At its darkest,
Jesus too
latched the door
to the gas chambers shut.

You will live so long as my heart beats
etched upon my flesh.
I’ll hold you close in memories ruin;
until the light fades,
flickering from my eyes.

The season's first lightning bug like a ghost
seen from the corner of the eye...
what's that?

Forgive us Lord for we know not what we do.
We know not what sins we commit,
or what blessing confer.
We know not what we corrupt,
or what we make whole.
We know not who we damage,
or the souls we heal.

I dare not offer you
a chaste poem
full of lofty platitudes
proclaiming
a more spiritual love.
To do so
would give lie
to my desire.

Your smile
was the calm eye,
in the storm of our life
together.

Bury me deep
in the pillow of your sighs...
soft as clouds in a summer sky.

Who
besides you
am I but an echo of?

Who
besides you
is the source of my soul?

Who
besides you
holds my heart in your hand?

Who
besides you
is behind the stars?

Who
besides you
is the source of all life?

Who
Besides you
is love?

Whom
I pray
are you?

I will follow my own muse...
and dance to the music in my head.
I'll wander down the garden path
to find where it leads.

You are welcome to join me
if you wish,
but make your own footsteps,
do not follow mine.

Yeah, you're special.
So am I.
So is everybody.
So what?

If the rest of you
tastes as fine as your kisses...
I am in for a feast.

Cloudy...
the leaves turn golden.
Dark again.

You welcome me
with your arms.
Open legs
allow me in.

You feel like
a long lost home.
When I'm with you
I know who I am.

When my eyes shut
for the last time...
when darkness or the light
I will soon know or see.
I hope your face
will be there
for me.

A cool morning breeze
sunlight on dew...
a child's laughter
and a lover's smile.
The physical pleasures
of work
good food,
maybe fine wine.
These are the end days
this is the first day...
There is no future
only the ever changing now.

Well it looks like life
has run out of trees for you
this walk through the world,
little buddy.

You were so very good
all the days of your life...
such an open heart;
mine is breaking.

This walk;
our last one together,
I will carry you
though I do not know the way.

You are safe.
I am not
those men... I am
this man.
I could get used to you
in my life...
and follow your path
to see when it leads,
even unto
the end of days.
We,
you and me
deserve more
time.

My lust for you is carnivorous...
you bring out the animal in me.
I want to drink your moisture;
wallow in your body,
my face bathed between your thighs.
Licking my chops at the thought of you...
I pounce.

We are free.
Forever and always free.
No one owns you;
no mortal or divine...
no government or religion.
Life is free...
its survival that costs everything.

No straight line led me to you...
only crooked ones
would lead me astray.

Take a ****
talking to the dog.
Wandering around in circles
muttering to myself.
Looking for this book
that recipe.

An old 60s song comes on
I bop about the room to the music.
Petting the dog I look at the book
and wonder why I've got it at all.
Sometimes all the voices in my head
can do is sigh.

Wear out my body
love me till I am ruined flesh...
milk me dry.
Our souls merging,
together as one.

The year ends
with one last sigh,
a glance away
and its gone.

Enlightenment comes quietly
like a lovers gentle kiss
in twilights fading light.

The world ended yesterday,
for all those who passed.
It begins for all those born.
The end is just round the corner...
creation near.

Summer falls
like a dress
cascading down
to reveal
the autumn of her beauty.

The old stories
never die.
A new baby will be found
in the rushes...
A fresh coal between the lips,
another soul
commanded read.
The stories will go on
in other forms
for other audiences
huddled
lost and lonely
around their
digital campfires.

One door closes,
another opens...
morning sunlight
spooks the shadows.

Chronic pain's a bear,
the agony no one ever sees...
Looked at with doubtful eyes
no one knows the torture.

Chronic pain's a bear,
worse is the depression and the knowledge...
In the medicine cabinet are pills
that can end the pain or end it all.

On the altar of our bed;
a passion so intimate,
we barely speak.

Out of lust...
Out of desire,
Carefully, lovingly  
she chose the finest,
most supple leathers.
Length and width she measured them...
to size each finished braid.
Four she made, each stitched
with tearing eyes.
Weaving them together
she bit her lip imagining...
their sting on her buttocks.

Woman in all her glory...
after loving;
legs spread,
slowly dripping me.

Somewhere is the future
we would have had,
had...

I don't want to ever not
wake up next to you...
to miss your warmth
touching mine.

Before the cold wind blows...
I want to walk with you
beneath an autumn moon,
and sit together
among the falling leaves.
I want to stand with you
in the setting sunlight,
and love you...
in the cool damp grass.