bruised moon overhangs
to remind me that the world
can be violent

fire licks spiral and
dance, throwing goodbye kisses
to the nearby trees

desire is not a spark,
an ember or a flame
it's a bleak and sometimes
unbearable cold

since desire cannot be
quenched or suffocated,
by food, sleep, ***, being
or success, desire can only
warm, if just briefly

slow: gesture
caution: hint
wrong way: signal
detour: flag
poison
emergency exit

chef inspired meals
cpa inspired tax returns
energy efficient inspired homes, cars, planes
paris inspired clothes
ivy league inspired education
heaven inspired happiness

i am a party-crasher,
a spider web across the face.
around me, i hear the
chitter of birds and the
nervous giggles of people
scurrying under my wet
confetti, my glitter bomb,
as i write my graffiti
everywhere

i am a party-crasher.
though, i'm neither invited and don't
know those around me, nor
do i care about their
awkwardness or petty
concerns and desires.
i'm here to party, but more
importantly, i know how to
celebrate.

my mason jar heart,
chipped, cracked, stained with wine,
has often been filled
with tears for those gone,
romantic picnics,
porch evenings on
swings or rocking chairs,
too many secrets,
but great memories.

insaneness
behind sane,
and saneness
behind that
insaneness
are behind
insanity

a kiss, an ember, a
lifeless seed, rises on
the breath of hope

a road is a line
with infinite points
of departures but
finite number of
destinations

a road sometimes has
flowers on the side
but occasionally
one grows in the road
against all odds

but just because you
do not stay on the
line neither means you
are lost, nor that you
are not on path

passionate vessel with scarred
canvas seeks hope since love is
never and loss inevitable

i know the taste of mud
its texture between my fingers
its acrid smell, like it
was puke ejected from the earth

why choose mud to make man?

perhaps harder stone protested

the world, cloyed in an expanse of white,
looks to gray skies for consolation

somewhere critters
   sleep, even dream,
      perhaps hope
but only humans console

a  kite thrives
on passion,
holding on
   by
      a
         thin
            cord
               that
                  only
                     one
                        soul
                           completes

but when the kite
becomes snared in
power lines of reason,
it is every lover's loss

The tigress stalks the jungle.
Her muscles ripple to testify to her strength.
Her eyes and ears are keen.

Is she looking for prey or is this a game cats play?

I wonder if she knows how dangerous she is
(She already own my heart)
Or does she know how willingly I give it?

a prayer that all things
be made beautiful
that oneness is one hand
joined to every other hand
mine to yours
and love that connects
two hands can create

the lotus rises from the muck,
while orchids take root in the
most inhospitable of places.
other plants are born out of dung,
but love can only subsist in
the human imagination.

there's a place
where there are no masks
not the teacher, the poet,
the lover or the scoundrel
only a trickle of blood,
stretching to infinity

there's a place,
which has the driest turkey,
inedible vegetables,
tasteless stuffing, and bland sides,
but there's nothing better to
remind us that we are home

I took your dreams
Your secrets
Laughing away the hours
But when I left
I had only emptiness

I caress you after
Bleeding out my tenderness
To your vulnerability

I dream of you
My heart wishing
What my mind
Knows cannot be

My spirit
Lost direction
When I came home
To find empty-house

How can I tell you
That all I once desired with you is gone -
Faded into memories
That, now, I can say goodbye
Even though there are questions
Which are still unanswered.
It isn't what-might-have-been
Only morning fog awakened by the sun

It is not love itself
That satisfies my needs
But being able to touch and feel

Yet if I couldn't share
I would feel withered on the vine

I am afraid
To seek answers
Secured in protected feelings
Afraid to risk truth

I am afraid
To question intentions
Gape into the darkness of rejection

I am afraid
To face loneliness
To leave the habit of your love
And to pray each new face
Might be the one

Moisture of branches chyles and weeps
                                      chyles and weeps
                                      chyles and weeps
Shedding tears into the stream
Pilgrimming towards Sybaris
Wending
Streaming
Migrating as a breath in the cold
Sweeping
Prowling
Writhing
Gilding the shallowness
Snaking
Writing
Straying the depths
Echoing
Metering
Foraging among the starched garments of winter
Corybanting
Jauting
Evoluting
Storming
Lapping

A rock is kissed
Sending sanctity to the heavens

Emerging, seeking
Emerging, gentle
Emerging, aggressive
Emerging, thrusting
Emerging, violent
Emerging, fulfilled
Emerging, satisfied
Emerging

I am a pie
Laid open by love's knife
Because I've been there often enough to know,
Without even considering,
It's worth the price

To be in love with love -
Yes, love about all!
What could compare
To the passion of love?

Passion intensified
By the desire to give up all else.

I could live without
Security, relatives
Friendship, community,
But not without love

Can I accept you
Without stuffing you into my suitcase
Or accept the things the way they come
Without building expectations
For you to fulfill

Do we dare
Say we care
And leave truth
To search for
what is
you and me

All fears removed
All questions answered
All trust restored
Lessons not forgotten
But buried

We're off again to run the race

I cannot show you me
   All at once
Not the person I want
   You to see
Nor that personage I
   Cannot see
But if you should see my
   Someone else
Tell me another time

the brotherhood of men is
the strangest of any league,  
with neither familial  
nor mutual attraction  -
only an awareness that
comes after a pause, a wry
smile, and saying the phrase "yes, dear!"

beauty walks among
the brambles and the
catacombs of men's
lives on milky wings

a butterfly flirts with me

she stands before me
but turns when i look

then

she fans herself
like a spanish dancer
teases her audience

i wonder if she knows
how captivated i am
by her alluring ways

or

how i'd do anything
to hold on to this
moment

i can only pray
please stay

come to me, like spring days,  
after a hard winter;
make me forget the cold;
warm my heart with your smile
and your glance

come to me, like a storm
full of danger, yet hope
that all things are renewed
and the worst may have past
just briefly

come to me, like a song,
which so reverberates
and continually
repeats without an end,
in my head

come to me in quick steps,
dropping your gown on floor
and sliding your body
between the flannel sheets
next to me

made you laugh,
made you moan,
took away you're being alone

made you frown
and say bye,
and for this you now make me cry

it is wistful to know
i've only words to show
my hopes or my desire,
not having smiles or glance,
to stir your heart or wet your pants

From the center of Love,
May love stretch across the earth
And fill the hearts of men.

From the center of Will
May purpose guide the wills of men,
Permitting mindfulness in our thoughts.

From the point of Light,
May light descend upon the earth
And fill the spirit of men

May love and mindfulness and light restore the Plan on earth.

A princess eats not the crust of bread,
Rarely ever makes her bed,
Knows not the meaning of "old woodshed",
And there lies the problem

My warrior poet
Laughs at your
Warrior priestess
And then runs for cover

some listen to their heart,
as it feeds the body.
i listen to my phone,
as ping of your message
nourishes my being

i need your tisane
your tiger milk
your snake oil
your physic
your chicken soup
your therapy
your cure

let me inhale you

and abide in
your officinal

History is not made
By those, who always
Do Good
But by those,
Who do bad
At the right time.

You shall think of this fleeting
World in bites of chocolate,
In sips of wine, in friendship,
And in a few smiles.

October maples
Disrobe and strut **** bodies -
Come March, maples blush.

Farewell!  Farewell!
The rest can go to hell.
And perhaps I should be chided
For being so small-mindedly pegged,
If it were left to me,
I would not care to see
Another Easter Egg.

When the zombies soon awaken,
If I'm not quite mistaken,
They'll seem like they're kinda ******.
Now, Snow White, for example,
In a story most dreadful,
She just needed to be kissed.

And Rip Van Winkle also
Was a long sleeping fellow,
Lost twenty years and felt gypped.
Instead of all that blasting
And small-minded type casting,
Pucker those ruby red lips.

Prometheus, the joker, he
offered Zeus a choice of tributes:
An egg, a chocolate covered
With foil, the delicious covered
With the inedible or
Chicken wings; perhaps they were ribs,
The unpalatable concealed
Within the gratifying and
Delectable.

And, when given the same choice, I
Choose the charming, the beguiling,
The delightful exterior,
With unappealing core, rather
Than attempt to find that nugget,
Hidden within its thin veneer
And certainly worth the effort.
I find lusciousness is much more
Pleasurable.

After some sunsets
Even the coldest winter
Often makes me smile.

It's always been such:
Yin is a part of the the yang;
Yang's part of the yin.

When horrific death
Rises, so does the laughter,
For spring remembers.