nothing what am i that just that i feel it real deep under the skin above my scratched fingernails that smell like your smell your baggy clothes oh they hide you and your shapes like a secret of a friend stabbing a friend in the back you don’t wanna say it you’d rather staple your tongue right beneath the bottom edge of your speaking terms listen your knees crack again like the bones of the dead like mine maybe I am dead...

Sitting in city squaresin a time of springlike airfilled with fragrant alluring pastimesour worlds mellowedconjoined in friendship so melodic One saw the seductive weaponrythat she had acquired in lifesaw the unobtrusive crossing of lithesome legstentative touch of graceful fingers on the armcoy tilts of a flippant headcasually tossed tresses unfurled  One watched itboth near and afartruly a life scholar's gourmet delight...

So tired as you approach the very endYou roam inside with gentle wondering.Consider if you really want it all.To do it one more time, or even more.To do romantic things that fill your days,To love the ones you loved, and love some moreTo cry and kiss and kiss and cry with joy,To stumble and to fall, but rise anew. To whistle as you walk along your way,To gladly talk and laugh and sing and sigh.To recognize the ways you ma...

Joined, once upon a time.  Innocent young lovers blending themselves. Joined together within the primeval femininity that they shared. There in the understory of emerald green sensibilities. The bosom of heaving, weaving, leafy, tender grown emotions. Are those sensations still there. Those dark, humid, steaming passions and sentiments they shared. Do they still, up to the upmost, down to the down most...  Still share the...

May it resonate withinWhen I touch your trembling skin,Echo deep inside the chambers of your heart;Deep within the giggly chambers of your heart. Like a schoolgirl you may clapWhen I hold you in my lap,Hear my singing spreading rapture in your heart; Deep within the frisky chambers of your heart. As your lover have no fearThat I'll keep you ever dear,I will whisper in your ear and claim your heart;Deep within the sassy ch...

This poem will start with an “I’m sorry” But it will not be meant  Because yes it hears the birds chirping And sees the flowers sway in the warmed breeze The sun is shining upon its face But the same sun burns and ages the skin   The heart of this poem does not sing Its words are darker than just blue It sees the storm as it approaches This poem welcomes the rain Tonight the moon will not be missed But encouraged to hide...

Hear the melodies of seasons from the pastHum along the verdant pathways in my mindSubtle tempers of the yearsThat may echo with a chantingWith ballades of gentle cooing in my ears WarblingPurring with seduction in my earsLike the insects They are chirpingThey are whirringAs I listenAs I hear Heeding all the soothing callingThey are offeringAn oblationExpiationOf the music To my essenceMy belovéd To my soul And the blessi...

So many secrets, so many lies,So many times we hid from their eyes. Something about you, elegant grace,Drew me to try to light up your face.  When will you seek me, when will you come.When may we speak up, stop playing mum. Watching the finches, flutter and feedOutside my window, filling their need. Think of tomorrow, what it may bring,Winter's upon us, far from our spring. Just for a moment singing inside,Thinking I'm wi...

The concept we invented Within the human mindThe passage of our livesIs Time for everyone  It seems that Time is warping Keeps warping as we age It bendsContorts To make us loseThe fabric of our days The fabric The material From which our life is made Remembrance of the magic of traveling down new lanesNew pathways ExplorationsNew vistas we have viewed Among them are the memories we keep within a vaultThe treasure chest o...

As time passed It could be truly dull and grating tediousness It was the same The same over and over again The world lived and was  Life lived and died It passed in deliberate inertia As did this simple race called human Until The warping of time truly began with the revolutions Of science Of method Of freedom Of vision Of industry All fused and warped until time could truly begin The choice in our lives The length of our...

There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled to set poetry to music; and whilst the lyrics of much popular music are repetitive and banal, the works that will survive are those where the words tell a story or expres...

There is no Interstate called Four Twenty,No one can tell me how to go there, now.No entry ramps, no exits one might see,But, still, I dream I'll get there, anyhow. The neon sign still glows so bright, my friend,The penguins manning toll gates ask two bits,Then lifting up the cross bar by its endThey welcome in the artists and misfits. At every mileage marker on the way,Twin speakers echo out some brilliant blues.As Alber...

It's a holiday in CorfuWhen her arms encircle me.And the pulsing of her bloodstreamSending trembles through my flesh, She's perfection most complete. There's a pause, I see her smilingWith a twisting of her head,Like a virtuoso's oboein an Albinoni piece,She's perfection most complete.  Are my paramour's dreams singing,Are they sketching far away,Does she know that with her glances She's a poet so replete, She's perfectio...

So far away the prairies range my loveThe vistasAnd the memoriesAs well We pause our gaze in recognition nowBecause we passed this way once long ago And in a hollow rests the storied barn Its shadows touchedWith dusty sunlit swirls Your hand is resting on my leg my loveYour dreamy eyes are crinkled In a smile As both of us recall our visit hereDown by the scoured channel's mossy damp Just recently the firesWere burning br...

The lovely sunrise each and every dayThe chirping birds that sing without a careThe echoed laughs of children as they playThe whispered words of lovers as they share The flowers grazing by our fingertipsThe bees that sip the dew without a fussThe wind caressing both our skin and lipsDramatic sunsets calling out to us A poem of love that trips upon the tongueBaroque adagios that two lovers weave And loving lyrics begging t...