Sketch season

Now it's still a warm, lukewarm daze.
Dressed in a morgue, getting the gray sky. clouds of cotton candy vented out of themselves the broken drops of their grief. The late-zigzagging injection needle tips of lightning do not split: Although ominous breezes still explode, they secretly pop up here and there.

The unchanging buzz of the end of summer ripens on the branches. Autumn kisses its green scaly fires with its imit-amott flames: their bodies are threatened by the price of digestive fire! Beyond that on the Mountain of Birds rest three balding aggastyan kings: and their mountain ranges are gently and veinily connected like tired and limp muscles on the barren surfaces of their bodies.

Now everything is, can and will be! - It is a happy consciousness of safe satisfaction. I have nothing but my self-conscious hope of forcibly pulling me out of the mud and setting it ...

Nothing but a fading memory

I saw the first tree, 

I was in, 

Into the woods, 

I could hear him, 

Coming behind me, 

I could hear dad say, 

I'm going to catch you, 

He caught me that day, 

And the next, 

And the next, 

Until he was not there, 

Until he was no more than a memory

Uncertain guesswork

I see as an accomplice, have you ever been able to listen? you thought to yourself overwhelmingly, proudly, “What can this worthless willow cub want? Even that immortal kisses and the nectars of idyllic laurels? What nonsense is that again ?! ” "I didn't dare take my lips to magical, complimenting words," he was afraid I knew, I'd scare you for good!

The bewitched Moment of Fate gifted me, and then he was suddenly captivated, he took me far: Maybe if we became the cuddly grandmothers and grandfathers of the School of Life, we might still run into each other in the great abundance! "I couldn't even say one last word to you: And now it's not just the usual 'how am I?' - bagatell's question rides in my head, why did I collect misguided minutes, idyllic gazes

shreds? I already know: The determined will boasted in me that would h...

JFG

You didn't hurt me 
I hurt me!
You didn't break me
I broke me!
I spent every  love penny 
It's not your fault you couldn't handle me
it's neither your fault that I was too mature and womanly 
boys play and men stay 
that's just the reality 
I am not upset just disappointed in you honey :)

Ripples

Bluish whirling clean water

Cool Sierra Nevada Mountains in the rear view

Majestically holding fort as we gaze at their  grandeur

Ripples of what we may lose

At what cost

What a price to pay?

Ripples 

6 Alcott Lane

  6 Alcott Lane

I'm a worn out old man.
I want to go back to Alcott
where the world was in a jar
and we were masters of the
woods. We knew the creeks and
lake and swung on vines Tarzan
like and ran home to supper and
homework and TV and slumber
and dad off to work at 5am hacking
in the bushes and off he went in
the flesh colored rocket ship that
was a a '57 Chevorlet Bel Air.

Houdini

       Houdini

I wanted to make you proud.
Your first born boy namesake.
March 23,1949. You were back
from war nerves on edge and
work was scarce and you kept
exploding in rage and we all
vibrated with fear and felt
your pain and war's hell and
pitied and loved you always.
Mom closed the windows in
summer so the neighbors
wouldn't hear and we went
to our rooms and mastered
the art of disappearing.

The Tale of Gold

In those times of old

I was told

There was a tale of gold

People say

Once a day

You could see Heaven’s ray

In the rain

Dirt and grain

They fought from Heaven’s rein

People bold

Looking for gold

Went to the time of old

All who died

Wept and cried

And in the end, sighed

There was gold

I was told

In those times of old

The prosperity of Existence

I have survived the full steady pace of my life! The treasures of smells, wonders, and emotions evaporated behind me — doing nothing as it would have seemed through the eyes of others: The tiny cells of the unknown existence were influenced by molecules. My swarm-toddler's turn of the century was watched by women, as they later leveled my school-lesson career — I was able to go to their safety once and for all: my spirit could finally be aware of and marvel at the formula of the anthill of the world,

however, the remaining order is like the molasses tutyimutyism! I hid among the shadows unnoticed, unmoved. With my inner eye, I measured the bizarre message exchanges of immortal kisses: every tangled, exhausted tiny coal challenge generated real emergency challenges, like when nuclear nuclei split.

I am ashamed of a lot of my mistakes and mistakes for so much - tha...

Desire

if I could trim lines 
texture words 
savor each syllable 
perhaps 
all the passion that erupts 
from my breasts would subside 
waves would cease their capsizing 
sunsets wouldn't hurt my eyes 
with their unmistakable beauty 

if I could taste the ink-bed
beforehand would sensations 
arouse this page instead of my hips 
and mind with midnight lips that kiss 
each pondering in unbearable sighs
 I want to expel this tempest 
in gaslit pages 
that burn and burn and   
BURN inside 

til your hands clutch
these feelings
enmeshed in ecstasy 
the splendorous ache of 
wanting craving 
love's euphoric madness
so much 
that only words 
cup your face