Is this not prayer?
is this tool not the tool I hoped for? The pen
filled by the ever-flowing flowery ink
that re-news old knowns
left to ripen under bald and hoary heads
in stoney hearts softened by seventy years worth
of salty tears
and sad songs

"great was the number of them,
wombed ones all, who sang of the victory to be"

Miriam and Hannah, Deborah and Jael, who
retold those tales by the rivers of Babylon?

And who fueled the furnace seven times hotter,
to signal the unbelivable fourth.
being likend unto the son of god, though the
analogy seems
lacking evidence that the likeness can be reproved.
Look again.

This magi-tech converged from all the poetic,
pathetic
ethos of logo marks making proper
ification of a rythm's
un legit singin' in public,
on the corner, wit' Willie and the po'boys
beat me daddy six t' the bar---
Oh
--- those ethnic poundings on my skull,
--- send those feelings, urging, grow grow grow
--- 'til the roofs cain't hold hope in

then

hear come them ol' time thought cops,
wee gray dominees preparing dominoes for

one reason,
dominos are never stood to stand, but to fall

touching one, touching one, touching one

whisper, rest
the waiting is over, this is the time
to start all over.

The light that is shining through my window
That darkness that is getting into every vein of my body

The water that is washing  my face
That water that is drowning me so far inside

The flower that is sprouting in every color
That color that is inside me is scattering somewhere

The breeze that just crossing me now
That  is  Getting heavy on my every breath

The man who is just passing by me
that idea that I'm not letting go of it anymore

The first word that my tongue is saying out now
That last words that  I'm writing  here

The greeting for which I was just giving my hand
That distance that  I am now  keeping from all of them

I open the door.

It creaks open,
and my fingers tremble at the ****.
Beyond the small window,
and the pounding of my heart.

We are close enough,
and my words are lodged up somewhere-
everywhere-all at once!

I want to say hello, for you to smile my way.
The yearning in my heart grows stronger,
but aren't we just friends? Can't I just say it?

So why, why, why,
is my body frozen to the door?
To the side?
As you pass by?

I need to move somehow,
just a little bit, *please.

But you open another door.

And it closes.

With every day that passes us by,
You become lovelier to my eyes.
You are more beautiful than you were yesterday,
and like each and every day,
you will always take my breath away!
Your brilliance makes the sun seem small
because truthfully,
you are my sun,
you are my all.
I wish we shared the same bed,
so that we may wait for the sun to rise
and tell the beloved moon our goodbyes
And only that way,
I could wake up to you everyday,
only to remind you that you are the girl my heart is adoring,
and all before the sun’s first ray,
I could kiss you and wish you good morning!

To my gentle eyed girl,

When it comes the time to draw your blade,
I swear not to blink,
And not to blame.
I will drive alone like it were in the beginning,
I will remember to greet you
Just as the living.

The time has come
As it does every year
To contact all your friends
And send them some cheer;
To bundle up some wishes
And presents if you can
And hope they achieve
All their wonderful plans.

Some say Merry Christmas,
Others say Season’s greetings
But they all share the spirits
Of love and good wishes meaning.
They all have the meals that are
The ones they always have made.
They sing the appropriate songs

Many have bought or they made
Presents that will make it clear
That the people they give them to
Are the ones they hold most dear.
Even for those people too poor or
Or far away for gifts to be sent
Make sure the people they love
Know what their love has meant.

So, this is the time for me to say
Those things I so love to hear
That I am always thinking of you
And you are who I hold dear.
I hope you have all the joy
And best wishes from every one
That you think about every day
And a season full of holiday fun.

I'll be greeting my own insanity
Before this this life is done with me