Toppled off their feet
Does a slow motioned float come
Before arrival

Only in one hand
do specks and flecks mix about
among grains and dust

Leaning all the way
Toes pointed and an arched back
Caught far in the sway
Offers herself as a snack
Sang sweetly that day

Just past the doorway...
world is screaming
throwing things around
breaking our windows
scratching at doors
burning down dreams
stealing the past
threatening to sue
spitting its venom
clawing in dirt
stalking the dark
howling to come out
coughing in our face
tossing spite about
pounding its chest
bearing its teeth
spinning many lies
shouting at children
scolding our smiles
denying the young
ignoring the old
scalding one’s skin
loving their crimes
faking the future
disrupting our sleep
breaking our hearts
killing us slowly...
Really why we stay inside

Longing so lonely
Remembering touching you
With my dream-like eyes

Plucked from a low branch
From where a serpent had been
Ate from her open hand
To his mouth it all began
Married by first sin

While in their kisses
Turn the sheets into a twist
Drenching both in bliss

Draped body tightly
By a thinly crafted cloth
Gladly hides nothing

Sharing those spaces
That tongues only occupy
Like dancing in bed

To love
the present
from the past

To love
the future
with the present

To love
the future
besides the past

To love
the past
without a future

The saddest poems prefer their ink to run

True friends give nothing more than all of themselves

Took my time to find
From searching her all over
Heard her hidden breath

Waiting patiently
Crouched to leap to my best heights
To touch the grand rim
Of such a sparse milky way
To come back again

We honor others
by growing them
in our memories,
as we destroy some
by burying ourselves
in theirs.

The Titan lies with his wretched body opened and exposed,
so one can stand inside the emptiness that can fill a Halargian world.

She’s bucking a ride
While holding black and grey threads
Just taking her time

Thousands of bubbles
Gently surrounding her face
Fashion a grand crown

Gravity had to let me go
With no more power
To keep me on the ground

For where I do not know
Allowed to fly in this hour
Faster than the speed of sound

Yet I keep myself tethered
So I am not lost to the stars
To bounce back from the edge

Since I am granted no feathers
Made like the birds of Mars
As the stories had alleged

Thus, I am as Saturn’s rings
Shine on the blackened curtain
Along my destined path

Made up of imaginary things
Even you can be certain
Like the sum of all math

A citrus grove grown
On lands swelled from spring showers
Bringing blossoms forth
With such fragrant filled flowers
Such fruits sown, to head up north

Not a passing dish
For the poor and frail
Seen within a faith
Behind a darkened veil

Granting gratitude
For a nemesis near
Without apprehension
To no longer fear

Like a toss in the jar
They are drinking from
Made five pence richer
To add to their sum

Biting on the coin
To test its metal
Convinced its true
They decide to settle

So a hand shake later
To test whose strong
Squeezing still
That lasted too long

Turning one's head
side to side
to catch which one
will not play along.

Curving or straight
dark or gray,
a confident corkscrew
reaching out to no one.

All it can do
is try to go away
from where it came
though it must stay.

At least for now,
while only an image
a reflection can see.

Darkened stain
to likely white porcelain
that helps keep the heat.

Holds a large handle
as if in a required industry
for the heaviest
yet precious works.

Larger than its standard
with its whale's mouth
to swallow all
to be swallowed
once again.

Hold more than enough
but less than needed;  
that wondrous liquid
matching its vessel.

Greedily to be
As if they were served to me
To dine selfishly

On many hot days
Our thirsts are quenched by pink tongues
Upon ample flesh

Shaped so perfectly
So one could wish to get lost
In your soft lush folds

No poet has ever written
only to have one,
yet hundreds are written
to have only one.

From far deep between
She soaks the world around her
With waves of sweet fire

My wings clipped to fit a cage
Yet I sing on this lonely stage
With sorrow for life is always long
While others hear my splendid song

As both are revived
Their eyes opened by lost love
That had just arrived

Hope to be
Pleasantly surprised
When you take
One more pull
At the end of your rope

All those who looked
For the courage to do
What was needed,
Let fear be your guide

Passed along by mouth
A word to say I know you
More than anyone

Not a single word
Said while our tongues are dancing
To sounds of pleasure

The low spoken voice
Vibrates blonde strands near the ear
While tickling his lips

Slide past the fabric
Towards warmth and abundance
Yet will trip once there

Dreams are my enemy
Lying like alchemy
Promising hope and gold
While interrupting reality

What brought together
Two lovers to be
One to be seen
The other whispering
Sharing the earth
With splendid glee
An appetite to feed
All that can be
One to warm
The space between
Other to cool
All breathing
By strength
Both guarantee
Time well spent
By living

On our knees
For all to see
For shall not covet
One another

As we are free
Like all the seas
We do love
All of our brothers

But not to look
Inside a book
For your rules
We glide upon

Instead to read
What our hearts need
Only the tools
We have drawn

If guilt and regret
are our executioners and the ax,
then our shame are the blocks
we brought along to rest our heads upon

Once deep inside
It takes a prison break
Leaving heartache
And chaos in its wake

The noble take upon
their ill in silence

Laying in waters
wishing cool yet
never warm enough

With a slight wake
yet too still to feel

In a shallow basin
that fills too deep

Thrown all rumors
In a room alone

Hoping for privacy
while seen by all

Nothing is worse
than finding out
you were wrong,
except for when
you were right
all along.

To be consumed, possessed,
infatuated, obsessed,
enamored, crazed,
engrossed, and enthralled.
Otherwise, its not worth
doing it at all.

I still do not know  
how many times my heart would break
so deeply in my chest

For that feeling of failing,
is a lack of sleep too much
of a mind without rest

As I no longer wish
for a love to entice me more
by beauty or by lust

Only to finally leave me
spread upon the ashes and embers,
a soul left in dust

Years to come and go
I stay far beyond my longing age
alone in well done state

For no more sweet kisses
can bring forth such host from me
otherwise kept in tired wait

Darkened night on the way home
Over the seas he once roamed
Went to the skies to test his skills
None agreed of his wish for thrills
Without a plan for his return
After rejecting their concerns
Riding strong winds as if he could
Drained of fuel was just no good
Spiraled into the sea just like dead wood

Two can to be seen
With brightly plumes leap from trees
Soar on to warm breezes

The same as the name
Add ten to four and two score
Is all and never more

Many seasons ago
Where I slid down
She winked my way
Like a faker would

Took hook and sinker
Then followed her
As she pulled me
By a fishing line

Into a white room
Feeling two hums
She spun me around
Falling into her

A red filled tub
That stained us both
Sent me to take
Into running long

Until this very day
She still remains
In my spotted skin
Like a memory

While wanting to see
Her bare long legs shook slightly
Kept him from leaving