Seeing Stories

I see an old man who does not speak. I wonder what vampire stole his voice. Is his breath next? I bet he was a poet once. Who is to tell, not he nor I.  I see a young lady with the mind of a child. I have no idea if she is cursed or blessed. I have nothing but charity for her. I see a soulless one who has no grace. What can I think of him; save only God knows. Then borrowed deep  like a dung Beatle I see me. Bound down ya...

The old man comes each night He patiently watches till morning light Watching and smiling he sees all He glows and beams as he watches us all He brightens the night And makes shadows disappear All while smiling from ear to ear

My Papa told me long ago You can see the wind by the moving leaves The weeping of angels  When it rains The singing of birds How they welcome the day Things are visible If one looks hard enough To look deep inside of another heart To hear the love in a voice The sparkling eyes One heart talking to yours A song in your mind Things are invisible but very true  See with your heart as well as your eyes With patience and trust...

Black Beauties, or: from Mali to East Africa, spanning a continent The short, heavy, gleaming cashier -- I was afraid to say  why -- I was so distracted -- stunned almost -- by the historic hairdo she wore so . . . well, it reminded me so strongly of Mali, in the pottery age: the tiles and temples; why not harken to that ancient library? Her body, overripe fruit, straining at the rind,  spanning a continent. But twisted b...

Let Me Love You the Way You Are By Captain Midnight Based on the song “Just the Way You Are” by Billy JoelFor Hotstuff and for three other women not here. I love you all. Oh … There are people Who love to judge us Based on what we’ve done So far … Mm mm mm mm mm Tabloid photogs With long lenses Watch every beach, Yacht, suite and bar … Public figures Fill the pages Of each page devoted To a star … It’s a trade-off, Instea...