this way and that...

I am completely aware that water is heavier than air
fish swim, birds fly... each in their special atmosphere
roads can turn in random ways
evening's light strolls slowly... ending days
cats nip on catnip and dogs bark and scratch 
a much wiser person can be an unequal match
shoes fit best when they are the right size
every sea that dips will in short time rise
eloping with a sexy lady
some might look upon as being a bit shady
cows seem disinterested when giving milk
worms even more so... when spinning silk
lumberjacks don't trifle when in the woods
merchants are vexed when underpaid for their goods
coins that jingle in your pocket
are no match for the roaring rocket
you can be fooled when not paying attention
and jump at a chance at the slightest mention
gymnasts tumble and flip out with ease
some of your best people do whatever they plea...

pay attention...

life is a gambling, challenging place
it all gets done at your very own pace
you can glide and go quietly smooth
but there are pitfalls and so much to loose
stick it, turn it, make a jumble and mess
what may come out is much more... not less
talk tough,  move easy with style and grace
people will know and respect your place

with passion and purpose things get in disarray
adversaries ready to proclaim touché
battles so fervent, plentiful and terse
around the next corner what is coming is worse
like the crystal skies that usher past a storm
all is made calm and will return to norm
stay focused on how to get it all done
because you'll always be doing it while on the run
 

à plus tard...

what purview do you have left for me
my words, limbs or what I see
you've debased and taken all and more
now am I to be mopped across the floor

once with tender and caring concern
like an eternal flame that would forever burn
doused now with trinkets one by one
all that was cherished now blatantly undone

this journey to nowhere was never known
our blindness so complete and never shown
all those efforts, dance, art and song 
where crafted to make us permanent and strong

you said it your way, I mine
unholy they became in our faltering shrine 
now a deep and distant haze 
thankfully softens the sorrow in our days

man o’ live

a full closed hand thumbed and gripped
mankind's power uniquely equipped 
casting buildings into the clouds
monumental gestures covered in shrouds

force wars to quell interim lust
make impervious machines unable to rust
forge landscapes that snarl the mind
heal the masses, undone... left behind

irrigate parched places, seed an endless reserve
patch brains, restore heartbeats and spark a nerve
watch plainly with those modern eyes
miracles and wonderment bereft of surprise

hook up, make links, connect and make small
all what has come, once so mighty and tall
the click and clack and smooth vibrato
sinewy synergies and pounding staccato 

do it, done it, here and there, then and now
what stuff, what things... take a bow
cross your legs, unfurl your hearts, embrace the stars
for soon, it will all be coming to you from Mars

those weeds!!!

can we humans be more like weeds
grow abundantly... with little needs
sprout boldly from the smallest crack
reach skyward always... never looking back
thrive miraculously where well cared friends wither
yet flourish side by side with a hint to come hither
stand ruthlessly against mans' herbicides
or chopped to the root and cast aside

our petals and leaves we open wide to all
though not invited ours is... a grand sprawl
with fine frons and feathery wisps
our sturdyness does not engender idle quips
we bend and sway in the mightiest torrent
with roots so deep... some find us abhorrent
but all and all... in all of our landscapes
there is a just place for man, plants and apes
 

poets... know it...

there are in this place so many words
of wonder, regret, unbounded faith and hope
resilience and surrender... so much piety
and lust.... forgiveness and grace

they all fall perilously to their fields of purity
and offer the readers eye a ballet of sumptuous
journeying to all places remembered not
yet known... some simply discarded

ever sure we may get tripped up we
scale these walls these monuments of 
other worlds and ways of navigation
in plain anticipation of revelation

or confirmation... how did I do that
would I do that, can I say that 
how rich and clever or demonically
unnerving or so delicate an array of

consonants and vowels stringing
along our hearts our minds
our landscapes our escapes
our bodies... our homes our desires

park your dreams steady your
innards zip your pants
tidy your workplace... m...

as it comes... it will go...

if asked say not what you really think or thought
for times come so quickly and knowledge fades so fast
all it takes is a head turn or gulp and it is all gone seems alien
what you gathered so carefully with great fuss and bother
drifts away without even a glimpse back or a simple wave...

goodbye...

love ones... lovers... great sounds... tastes... temptations
ways of thinking, lusting, finding, groping, sleeping, dreaming
staying awake... dancing laughing... acting the fool... going silent
writing down... looking up... taking sides... letting out... taking in
removing the leftover... overlooking the obvious...  
fighting wanting, remembering and forgetting all so you can say

hello...
 

I Recall...

Baton rouged
cheeks
aglow
four syllable, setting back in lyric repose
smoldering Gibson
curved
muse
flashing
dashing
clicking
eyes
wide open square-mouthed
head askew
laughing
pearl white pink... framed
lips
licking a pinched, closed
moment
in discovery... sensations wither on primrose
not
the clipped voice
kind
just plain, distanced
gazing
tight fingers folded neatly as
if in
prayer
swinging through
the misty
little
girl
remnant days
all cause found
in
the plundered calendars
jealously relinquishing
the shadows
to
the
sensual
voluptuous
light

speaking... for tomorrow

I'm thirsting for jacquards and fine stemmed glassware 
arias and plain flat violet skies that seem to curve to the clouds
firmness that releases soft edged conversations relinquished doubts 
and stubborn stroked outlines of earlier times... peaches in kraft bags
ripened to the sweetness that "ahhs" the tongue and smiles that
linger and trickle down to bebop rhythms and Sarah's songs
tricky stuff said and done with twisting turning resolute
convictions and strained certainties that spoke to truth and
utter passions that seemed to spiral like so many dervishes in tophat
wonderment... look at the fallen trees and lost warriors that happened 
past histories... ultimate choices when futile jestures seemed 
like the oligarch's pronouncements... merriment comes to tamper with
memories and sadness falls into chutes flowing to wide streams
where friends wade k...