I'm Alive

I am a precursor
I am malevolent

Look into the eyes of destiny
This is your future
I see your fear
Your curiosity makes me lick my lips
I can almost taste your blood in my beard

Or am I your loving father
Didn't I hold you

Weren't you comforted by my holding arms
I fell asleep shortly

After you did
I sent my love and warmth

Into the submerged bond

And now we have been torn asunder
You have gone your way
I am old in my age
There remains a residue of memory
Your absence is mostly painful
For me
Yet I know the organizational light that is your soul

Your Escence Exists

The sun is in your hair
It iridescently caresses your follicles
I feel your transcendent truth is only for me
But I am only a witness
Still it is hard to take my eyes off you
Your light bleeds into my heart
I want to take you in

There is the swell of your beauty
There is the constant of the tide
You roll in and roll out
My heart is your ebb and flow
The beach head is moist with your tears
My foot prints texture our existence
My feet feel what is not there

I am witness
To the passion that lives in your soul
I feel your nuances
You have bled into me
Your blood has commingled with mine
It no longer matters will you Nil you
It matters only that I breathe you deeply

When There Is This....There Is That

I breathe the same atmosphere you do
Together we are molecules that populate the ubiquitous
There was the merge between our hearts
For a time we held the web work of the world aloft
It was one of those fragile connections
We weaved it so fast
Yet we were torn asunder

How come we couldn't get past the fragile
Was our love not very strong
Yesterday we walked down the road together
Today I am lost in your absence
Is this reality
Then there were your hurt words
Buffering your absence

Should I try to recapitulate
Can one contrive existence
From a cascade of nonexistence
Should I struggle against entrophy
Isn't that the nature of things
You have taken it out of my hands
I am grateful and horribly hurt

I Love You Deeply

Yet you cause me great pain
I know what I want
I understand reluctance
I know that consequently I must be patient
But I walk the beach at sunset
And I need your embrace
Oh God I need you

I can tell you not being there Thursday
Leaving me to dry with the other garments
Burnt my heart
The heart burn fired my soul
I have listen to each of your objections
And I have always known what I want
I know the need to make me palatable

Listen I am in a lot of pain
Maybe I'm too hungry for you
Maybe your not hungry enough
I know I'm premature

I know these words will not reassure
And really you made the right decision
It's just that I am crazy about you

Truth Is...

In the realm of love there is only one truth
Everything that begins ends
Well I began
Maybe we began
And here we are at the end
This was way too short for me
I had just ignited the fire in my belly

Perhaps I had acted prematurely
But I had played life for a very long time
I knew the travails
Almost like the back of my hand
And you had led me into your cauldron
With the grace of Aphrodite
Everything was so right and yet wrong

I was the classic love sick buffoon
Have I no shame to admit this truth
I am embarrassed
I picked up the gauntlet and ran with it
I believed the dream
I didn't know you were just playing
It's just that I wasn't

A Force Of The Ethereal

I feel the tickle of lightning along my ribs
I believe that it is attracted by the fire within
I believe that my innards are being chard
By an unfathomable force
I believe that my entrails are blackened
And that there are residual elements of fire
Burning my soul

I can smell the sulfur
I am choking on the fire of existence
I feel so fragile in the overwhelm
I believe in ashes
There is a small will-of-wisp
That demands my hope
That does not expect the love in your heart

How is it so
Where does it come from
Why do I have entitlement
I was drowning in the oblivion
My skin was being killed by fire
And unbelievably there is reprieve
There is respite

When Weakness Isn't Strength

The rocks at the crest are the crag's edge
The mist exists because of this plunder
The day is inebriated because of this exchange
There is a helter skelter quality
The mist blankets with connections
There is nothing without unification here
The sea is at purpose

This is the fault line between quiescence
And the great tumult
This is where the wispy meringue
Gives the jello of existence solidarity
There is high drama here
This is the razor's edge
This is where it's sliced

I have come here because of the salty
Moi sty residue on my lips
And I know of your addiction
To salty lips
And I like the taste of salt in your mouth
Then I like your breast

Spilling on my chest

Anything Else

Malevolence threaded in the necessity of survival
Brain, mouth, and cheek bone considering
The ferocity, intensity, and need
For trying the grove
I live in the undying of famish
I know the taste of blood
And I am hungry

Why would you be in the room
What sense is in that
You live in the effervescent and pungent
There is a continuing flow of saliva
I am lubricated
I am here to consume you
You are my nourishment

Did you know that I can leave you alone
That in the face of ravenous hunger
I can stop at the brink
That I have the ability to exercise choice
And that as we speak I am deciding
Between consumption and acquiescence
And that I choose acquiescence

Anne Frank

Her smile was infectious
Her eyes were so kind
Her gregariousness was effervescence

She was put to death
Oh my God
For her ethnicity
I am so diminished

I live in a world of people
Some people of pragmatic sensibilities
It is unbelievable to imagine
The horror of this
My vitals are squeezed
I feel anger to violence
But what if there was only anger to violence
I would be that which rivals me
What kind of abstractions rip us from our humanity
How is it possible to breathe
I don't understand the concept of lungs without air
I don't fathom alveoli without purpose
All I see are empty bags without life
Breathing without lungs
Nonexistence

What Lives In My World

I am a soap bubble adrift on the malaise
I live in a reflection of what remains
I am here for one last look around
I am the beauty of life in the instance
I am the color against the humdurm
I know that I can sustain the preasure
In the instant

I will sustain a twenty yard float

I will live in the moment

Terror and resignation will dominate me

I will see so much in my final moments

I will explode at the joy of the let go

There will be indomomitable

Resignation
The pop will release the entrophy

There sill be no more resistance

I wonder how much flake and residue

Will remain

The last known conventional pain

Doesn't matter any more

I just have to cross the pop

The Ocean Is Full Of Crystals

The crest of the wave rattled with ice crystals
The hobgoblin clinked in the clang
And I lived in the sunset
I had been in the lister of the horizon
And your charming effervescence
Caused me to surge
Through the crysal of the waves

It was as if you were left undone
I had been through the oceans and the deserts
And there was nothing else to be found
What reprieve live's at the world's exit
What demanded at the edge of the world
What had I left undone
Why was my heart on fire

And why is this happening now
Please explain the ryhme or reason
Is this just nuanced torture
I am so damned
That the mere hope justifies the claw rake
There are the years and miles between
I live in the hope inbetween

By The Light of Day

I am so tenuous
I am the grassy knoll
Against the back drop of high drama
And I am animated only by blades of grass

I feel as fragile as a broken filament
Yet I am strengthened
By the desire for oblivion

What little strength I have
Is a curse rather than a blessing
What sun provides me photo synthesis
And elongates my life
Is now only torturous metaphor
What silly designs on happiness
Transcend emptiness

Bring the lightning to my chest
Singe my hair
Rivet my body's existence
Extract my essence
I can feel death's door opening
Oh please
I must leave

I Am Unabashed

You have evoked the waterfall of passion
I am drowning in your blue eyes
I want to know all of you
Oh what a damnable vixen you are
Get out of my heart and loins
I don't want this much passion
And yet

In this moment my cells are in reverberation
Thank God you live on the other side of the continent
Surely I would shatter at your embrace
How unbearable you are
Surely when you read these words
There will be no possibility
I will know only pain

The sweet pain of unrequited love
I need to somehow reduce this intensity
I need it to go away
I need to close my eyes
Without seeing the intensity of yours
I have to ponder my craziness
Maybe it will stop

Oh Yes...Please

The ornamentation merged with the flower
Upon first glance things seemed disparate
But upon further examination
There was rigorous harmony and balance
They say this with a mundane metaphor
But oh my God how understated
How magnificent

Now that I have lived here
Everything is different
It is truly horrifying to know my arrogance
I look at the young with great umbrage
I wonder about the one dimension
How can they step into it
Do they evolve

Am I an exception to the rule
Am I a gadfly isolated
Why do I live
What justifies this apparent uniqueness
How do I integrate myself with the harmony
What geometry and color is my focus
How does balance equate with the abyss

Alone

In the middle of an oil spill
My petals remain
Pristine and white
I can feel the sun in my face
And I drain its energy
Yet my life here is short
The dream keeps my hope alive

Though I know the toxic
And I can feel the subterranean

Death march reserved for me
Yes I am short lived
But my leaves are pristine
And for a moment
I am on fire with life
It doesn't matter that I am alone
It doesn't matter that

My life is in the moment
It is only necessary
That I struggle
Damn toxicity to hell
I celebrate life in the second

Water Moccasins

When a cotton mouth bites it tries to hang on
So that the venom is completely injected
This scares my heart's resolve
Life is so fragile and short lived in the swamps
I imagine wading here
When I close my eyes I can feel
Squiggly lines converge

I am startled awake
There is an iridescent relief
Yet the pain in the awakening is haunting
What makes my bed safe
What if there is a lack of surety
What if when I extricate from my bed

I feel the bite and the fangs
When death happens will I experience
Relief or pain
Will the transcendence of life
Reveal truth
Why am I waiting for that revelation
Am I at the transition
Is this the springboard into the nexus

Telons

Death from the sky
How many killing machines
Live in the atmosphere we breathe
What insulates me
What balance and harmonies
Allow for our coexistence
I am horrified by the truth of it

The world and I are at odds
Violence juxtaposed with compassion
There is a whirl wind of disparity
I see the pragmatic
I know the apathy
I know when things are matter of fact
It's just that I am coming to the end

I am so out of synch with it all
As I evolve I really can't thrive
I feel the talons slashing my chest
The blood saturating my clothes
I know the wings and the beak
And I know the horror of it
And I want to fall into the oblivion of it

Sunset Connection

Coming from the darkness
The horizon's reflection exists in the water
The last dregs of the day skip through existence
It happens like a well cast stone
Highlighting existences stun
A flock of birds flaunt
Their mystical connection

This happens against the silhouetted woman
Her black shroud drapes her breasts
She wears a bi-polar bonnet
There are so many like her I am decimated
What is this crimson backdrop
That bleeds on everything
My hands are sticky with their blood

Are these people the av ant Gard
Why at the mystical transition of sunset
Does their order march
Where the hell are they going
Why do they grasp at me
Do they want to take me with them
Are they sane or am I

By the Morning

The storm passed in the night
I was rattled by its vicissitude
I's intensity was hardly felt in the night
The morning after the earth was pristine
The winds gently moved the grass
I looked into the storm's eye
I knew the madness

I was relieved and horrified
Had I been in that storm while I slept
What if it came back
What if it scooped me into its madness
What if it ripped my clothes off
In the ascension
The electricity encased my body

I was tentatively alive
I could see the intensity
On the horizon
I apprised the morning
I thought what relief
I had survived
For one more day

^My daughter Amanda

My son Seth and granddaughter Jasmine

You and Life Are One

That's my board cutting the meringue
I have skated the waves for you
And it doesn't matter whether I live or die
I have accepted that my need
Out distances your availability
Will you nil you
It's death or you

My mind tells me that it's death
My dream is your embrace
How mad must I be to suspend truth and time
But I am looking for your embrace
Yet my mind is wondering
How long before no oxygen

Means no life

I know death will be forth coming

It's just that truth or not
Life or not
It remanins unacceptable
To live without your embrace
I can't live without you
I have no choice

You're There

Burnt toast and dripping marmalade
Black coffee and cream
Cast the sunset
My spoon stirred the coffee
And I was tired yet awake in the forbearance
Your skin was warm and tan
In your prissy blouse

You were full class
But there were conjugations
That illustrated your earthy nature
You were closer to the real
I was closer to the telescoping abstraction
I lived in the brass of the intellect
Yet you were closer to the blood in the crouch

I wondered what sounds you would make
When we would make love
I thought that would all be well and good
But I was more concerned how
Our poetry would represent

The mutuality
Was my poetry going to be better than yours

One Half of Everything

I am surrounded by sides that are real and not
I have stopped thinking about what is
I live in between

I want a woman who shares this inbetween

With me
She must be a warrior
She must not want to go gentle into the night

When she kisses me I want her fire
To singe the hair on my neck

I want to inhale her
I am not interested in a wall flower
I want to wear her like a lei of flowers

I am hungry for her
I want to put my fork into her

Where are her lips
I need her breasts
I need to feel the moisture between her legs
I am so empty
It's been so long
I am crazy for you
It's just that you don't exist

Eye Color

Is it possible to gently move into it
Is it desirable for me to hide the fire in my eyes
Can my eyes drink in your passion
Do I need to respect your sensibilities
The answer is yes
Can I be passionate
Why do I have to even think this

Is it reasonable to give you druthers

Yes it is
But do I have the wisdom of Solomon
What about my longevity

Why can't I just love you
Is it so wrong to rise with the moon
Listen, the moon comes up once a day

My passion is on fire
Am I prudent
I can't afford to be what you are
And I understand the alien aspect of this

Your prudence is what it is

My essence wants to live in your veins
And I know the craziness of this