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Poem Index

A Feather
A Pane Of Katrina
Aesthetic Leaf
Authors Cobwebs
Be My Witness
Before One Is Buried
Blanket Of Sunshine
Blink
Broken Heart Of A Half Million Pennies
Bubbling Rocks
California Poetic Sunshine
Dancing Trees
De-Terminated Failures
Digging Within
English Prim And Proper Love
Evaporating Dream
Failures Success
Feather Dusting Teachers
Grain Inside The Grain
Grave Purpose
Gravestone Mined
Inner Vision
Leap Of Faith
Lone Wolf
Love Of A Sister
Magic Of Daily Creation
Phantoms of the Poetry
Photographic Artmosphere
Poeta Nascitur
Poetic Artmosphere
Poetic Wings
Poets Sail

Poets Serenade
Portrait Path Of Inner Peace
Poverty Of Words
Rainbow Wings
Razors Of Determination
Reverse Prospective
Santa Fe Xeriscape
Searching
Social Worth
Soul Searching Spiritual Winds
Sparkling Spark Of Love Of Life
Spirit Of One
Splash
Starlight Of The Poetic Night
Stilled Life
Stilled Shadows
Stretched Repetitions
Tears Shadow
The Seeding Thought
Tomb
Whisper
White Dandruff
Wraiths
 
A Feather

The winds pray on the peace of the world,
Kneeling breezes of tranquilities blessing.
Humanities compassion sprouting wings,
Guardian angels dancing butterfly tears.

They weep on wars claimed by religions,
Watching as faiths destroy each other’s words.
What demon told them, politics is a religion?
Preaching green-blooded lobbying values.

The streets drown in misery of needed love,
Needing hugs from words of divine meaning.
This war is a never-ending struggle for survival.
Faces weathering truth like hurricane reality.

Oh, birthday suits of equality of God’s passion
That men and women not Judge the poverty,
Segregating themselves as a better religion,
Race, heritage, social standing, person.

The shining mirror of heaven’s enlightenment
Finds the sun reaching all the surfaces of souls.
The starlight dreams upon all breathing minds.
To hate is so easy, to love everyone so hard.

One prays for secluded spots, where sunshine lives.
Negativity drowning upon sensual awakenings,
One reaching into a waterfall core flushing hatred,
Baptism of holding mass, with all hands joining.

Liberal mind of mine, I want to create imagery
With words melting upon the skies translucence,
Floating among currents of free spirited minds.
I want to create a feather to enter a White House.
 
A Pane of Katrina

The window’s tears, mildewed in broken hearts,
Looking into those panes breathing with pain.
Forlorn look of lost, devastated neighborhoods,
Oh mama, where have your pictures gone to?

Sitting upon a three legged antique chair,
Balancing upon the emotions wailing inside.
Memories have been scattered across the wind,
As the sun now bleaches them, out of existence.

Here and there, people wandered lost to emotions.
Moisture from the hurricanes truth, still visible,
Running down the cheeks to drown the land’s rust,
Levees again being breached, dejecting multitudes.

Here and there, portrait studios drying the imagery.
Generation of smiles, sorrows, birth, and deaths,
Faded memories bleaching, wrinkling in sunshine,
Awaiting reclamation, becoming recycled heritage.

The window’s view blurred, fogging in disrepair.
Despairing wrinkling hands wiping it clean,
As if spring-cleaning before the storm’s wrath,
Sighing upon the sight of before and after.

As the night started to overcome the pair of eyes,
She smashed the brokenhearted paned looks,
Making the wooden dyke barriers fall away.
The reveal a whole pane of Katrina’s hurt.

Wrapped as gold, she would treasure its meaning
Now with her image permanently implanted behind
The picture frame of her looking out so forlornly
Sitting on a three legged chair leaning with sorrows
A chair now balanced beside it, in how little was left.
 
Aesthetic Leaf

From equinox’s barking, budding did blossom.
Fruiting rainbow cherry, apple, peach orchards,
Wintering hardwoods softening upon sunshine,
Skeleton remains dressing for the spring parade.

Naked limbs dressing foliage of fresh fragrances.
Swaying wind breezing blowout celebrations,
Nude limbs dressing foliage of fresh fragrances.
Exploding photosynthesis of rejuvenated juices,
Changing moving scenery blocking x-ray vision.

Rippling sounds cascading among whipped winds,
Serenading nature of renewed buoyant philosophy,
Aesthetic science of appreciation ‘n revolving beauty,
Pursuit of wisdom researching two universes of thought.

Levitating unfurling mind dancing Artmosphere of life,
Meditative high, elevating reflections mirrored within.
Observational clarity upon vivid gem stoned reality,
Leaf within blossoming, baring fruit ‘n accomplishment.
 
Author’s Cobwebs

Forlorn shadow of the poetic face,
Desolated shades haunting words,
Dusty imprints of stationary books.
Stacked hibernated shelving time,
Sentences of life imprisonments,
Awaiting moment of discovery.

Lonely hand disturbing silence,
Wiping upon labels of mystery,
Cough choking hold of one.
A book lungs fill with fresh air,
Accordion thoughts filtering out,
Suspended animation of a past.

Verse of past ages floating free,
Transmigration of worded messages,
Past and present joined in imagery.
Verbal characters of visionary images,
Floating upon a discovering mind,
Transplanted flower seeded in time.

Incubated poetry dormant of meaning,
Revived sparkle from resuscitated eyes,
Searching every page for interpretations.
Every poem a new window of thought,
Every line horizontal crossword puzzles,
Completed and reconstructed every page.

Book polished to a luster finish.
Recycled to a place of such honor,
For its wealth that shone inside.
A grave somewhere turned in pride,
Ghost of the library has left a space
Behind to find another author’s cobwebs.
 
Be My Witness

The winds have merged us long ago
Upon the romantic breezes of the ages.
Joined to witness each other’s feelings,
Riding the emotions of weathering life,
Together in the unity of one pledge.

Shall we dance upon our memories
Of a marriage vow, growing stronger?
Children born, nurtured, to then drift off,
Committing to their path of enlightenment
With another who will witness their love.

Yes sweetheart, be my witness upon heaven,
As I do witness to you my true devotion.
That my tear I shed for you with this rose
Will grow rejuvenated in shared moments.
Special touches bearing witness in this kiss.

So “Let Us Dance” into the evening caressing
Each other’s hearts upon the notes of desires,
Harmonizing two into a single coupled shadow,
Blending into one spiritual union of titillation
Floating upon clouds cuddling fire into passion.

(Season’s Greeting To A Poetic Love Addiction)

Be my witness under the mistletoe of truth
There will never be another Christmas angel
Of such royalty, claiming my absolute loyalty.
Princess of my heart, I will love you till the end,
Witnessing our rejoining upon the hereafter.
 
Before One Is Buried

Why should one dream
upon the words of termination?
Struggling on a path of unemployment,
Crying one’s soul upon thorns, asking why?
Yet the starving path must be navigated,
Depressions bridged over immobile fears,
Drained emotions sweating realities results.
Blistering open sores scarring acidic doubt.
Faith driving the reins of verses forward.
Finding words to salvage one’s purpose!
Salvation accomplishment, before one is buried.
 
Blanket Of Sunshine

I awoke under a blanket of stars,
Shivering under a starlight’s halo,
Twinkling chills filled upon awe,
Collective intellect levitating delight,
Expanse gravitating on its potential.

Crystal clarity of clairvoyant skies,
Telescopic vision of natural highs,
Deepest meditation of evolving
Time’s evolution through space
Upon a window pane of nature.

Dreamscape of tranquil peace,
Soul enlightened spirituality,
Mind melting merging universe,
Closing eyes upon contentment,
Awaking upon sunshine of day,

Hugging warmth of heart beats!
 
Blink

Million candlelight stars,
Space upon ultimate imagination,
Floating spirit of meditative peace.
Heavens of one’s creative universe,
Zillion paths burning meteor dust,
Comets storming across possibilities.
But in only a spec of time, we exist!
As heaven, acknowledge us, in a blink.
 
Broken Heart Of A Half Million Pennies

Alone he sat, hollowed out eyes,
Scare ghost image of a past life line.
Hodgepodge patchwork quilted man,
Too proud to beg, too poor to dream.

Concrete chill, blanketed face,
Bones cracking upon aged surface.
Day survival of night mare nights,
Avoiding vagrancy of reality.

Recycling cans for happy meal treats.
Budget of a half million pennies a year,
Being taxed for Alabama income taxes,
Paying sales tax of America privilege.

Live had been good, retirement, fringe benefits.
Then came the hurricane truth of Wall Street.
Enron, WorldCom, other creative accounting,
Merger mania of unemployment reconstruction.

Bankruptcy of worker retirements, health accounts.
Export exploitation of decent overseas paying jobs.
Minimum waged untaxed illegal labor benefits,
Reality of America’s newest class of untouchable.

Broken heart attack, hospital of the last straw
That broke the camel’s hump of savings.
Drained like a Katrina disaster promise,
Government waiting for their welfare check.

Criminals of Wall Street retired upon luxury,
Fraternity of country club security status.
Limo driving past a former employee,
Snubbing their noses, in a high society pardon.

Police cruiser spotted him from a complaint
That some trash was obstructing their view.
Giving him the sign to hightail it out of there,
Man who had almost arrested him, smiling.

Remembering a broken heart with a cross,
Evaporating tears living suicide day to day.
Lifted up soul so broken down, de-terminated
With nothing but a lapel pinned to a heart.

Officer gave him the finger, eyes flashed,
Leaving in a flash for a needed re-treat.
Obscurity from public view of dire secrecy
Stood an egg McMuffin, hash browns, coke.

Five course breakfast with reading materials,
Beside it was a fancy pen and scratch paper,
For he loved to write from inside poverty,
A letter was there addressed to the homeless.

Dear officer Grady your story is heart felt
And your submission by a unknown author,
Your impertinent insistence will be rewarded
Please contact him for a writing contract.

Half million pennies should be a down payment
It will also be the books title upon completion.
Can a man shake so much in tears of disbelieve?
As an Egg McMuffin was inhaled almost whole!
 
Bubbling Rocks

Rushing water creaking gravitating paths,
Bouncing brook bubbling babbling sounds,
Watercourse of immovable sounding music,
Gentle harmonic sensual soothing rhythms.

Flowing sounds upon repeated traveled paths,
Drowning erosion splashing unique melodies.
Nature’s song among such serene magnificence,
One melts sensually into harmonic meditation.

Floating woods stringing streaming notes,
Tributaries crashing singing duet together.
Increasing volume of silenced thoughts, then
Flooding upon storming lightning winds.

Falling down to ‘see’ level mixing its texture,
To ride and fall among the tides of emotion.
Upon a rising moon of changing proportions,
To then lash away at protruding rock faces.

Sounds of the sea, so different in reflections,
Sitting upon dancing shoreline-misting views,
Soothing careless tempo released frustrations.
Singing weather wisps waving water ‘n wind.

Simmering evaporated medicinal release of
Raindrop tears raining down upon fresh air,
Walking spirit among gentle spraying trails,
Merging caressingly among bubbling rocks.
 

California Poetic Sunshine

Poetic sunlight clarity of open mind,
Illuminating visions of diverse opinions,
Mindscape of freethinking imagery,
Spreading wings radiating knowledge.

Walking California’s sunshine illumination,
Bicycling freedom upon released thoughts.
Running health inside pulsating brain cells,
Humanity released self-expressed freedom.

Breezes never stereotyped around cloning.
Fluttering leaves of individual harmonics.
Serpentine winding road of sailing songs,
Never conforming, nor banned upon silence.

Ever-blooming everlasting dynamic horizon,
Everyday evermore-rejuvenated perceptions,
Ever-clear ever-green natural sensual highs,
Everest, mountain climbing one’s possibilities.

Poet set free spirited upon diversity of language,
Never conforming into dictated free speech.
Determination over intimidation censor control,
Inspiring individual intellectual independence.

Sunshine spectrum, one’s unique individualism!
 
Dancing Trees

Commencing sun of dawning backwoods,
Dancing leaves of springing buds,
Prancing branches of bouncing birds,
Enouncing encore of jumping backgrounds,
Enhancing songbirds of moving ballads,
Entrancing chorus of feeding backyards,
Sequencing order of eating birdseeds,
Romancing spring of renewing broods,
Bouncing radiance of feathering blends,
Pronouncing festival of coloring bands,
Evincing dreamscape of sounding bards,
Silencing night of sun-setting beds.
 
De-Terminated Failures

What is success but built up failure.
Frustrations from words that never fit,
But fall into the cracks, somehow in place.
Recycled tears dried evaporating again, again,
Stored inside a cactus of pricking pain,
Finally moisture’s blooming achievement.

Lottery of billion upon billions of combinations,
One letter falling after another with some spaces,
Sometimes with punctuation stopping the flow,
Filling a container in a song, poem, or novel idea.
Again being sequenced with deletions additions.
X-rayed with spell checks, still needing revised.
Perfection in one state of mind, lost to another.

Fleeting fame blossoming of an instant burn out,
Nurtured garden of weeds tangled in intrigue.
Choking strangulation wrapped around a throat
Of words dying to get out upon the horizon.
Butterflies cocoons un-tethered on winged flight,
Seeking nectar feeding the artistry of thought,
Royal honey on a throne of self-accomplishment.

Oh path of thorns, depressing the soul into depths
Of grand canyon’s devouring the spirit to wilt.
Decaying time of lost poets wandering time,
Looking up at heavens haunting their graves.
Ghosts looking at their headstones still breathing
Mirroring reflections nude of composition to
Turn inside out from despair clinging to hope.
Not for success, but failure climbing a mountain
On the other side of a path not yet explored.

What is success but built up failure.
Built from foundations of emotional roller coasters,
For something must dig the hole, before looking into it
That upon reaching the peak, one must walk back down.
But one must stay away from a casket that buries a-live.

De-terminated from those, who would strangle words
That the spring of fertile ground is inside the mind.
Thoughts seeping out bouncing rejuvenated revival
That divinity has blessed minds to be free to question
Upon Freedom, Democracy, and free speech diversity
That equality is a human right that wealth and power
Will never own a creative soul of independent insight,
For in a poet, the wealth beats within them, on their path.
 
Digging Within

The void within is lost upon darkness,
Searching deep despair of inner space,
Multiple dreams of which one is reality.
One may be the road to partial insanity.
One more a haze inside a maze of a mind,
Yet another clairvoyance of future times,
But only one will awake inside a body.
 
English Prim And Proper Love

Sadness had layered upon crusts.
London fog thickened soup.
Daily suffering sagging sniffles.
Clinging fingered English weather.

Damp creak flowing arthritic bones,
Prim and proper stance of upper lips,
Walking cane strutting English pride,
Never complaining, but oh so vocal.

His age knighted proudly on royalty,
Heritage of fine aristocratic lineage,
Hierocracy of edifying social graces,
His daily walk to claim the countryside.

Sad steps remembering a beloved bride,
Who had danced gracefully in his heart
To capture his life upon a springing day,
Princess to his heart of lasting devotion.

Their children bore her smiling enthusiasm,
But his regiment of proper English manners.
Tears falls, only to be quickly brushed away.
British men do not show emotions outdoors!

Estate of his life was ready to be transferred,
But dignity fought for every day’s blessing,
But soon, he would join her eternal touch,
But not until he gave England another day.

Damn English mist, its misting my eyes!
 
Evaporating Dream

Wrinkling time weathers abrasive reality.
Moistures dreams evaporating statuesque,
Reposed silence of wraithlike forbearance,
Apocalyptic decay of mirrored reflections.

Hourglass moaning grains silence glowing.
Brain scarred imprisoned tattooed failures.
Complacent humility medicinal neutrality,
Contemplative meditative released therapy.

Butterfly humming wild flowered birds,
Raining water falling reflective pools,
Sun shine prancing clouded warriors,
Seated terrain seeding cliff side thoughts.

Fossilized germination rooted up desires,
Internal combustion biorhythmic motion,
Labyrinth of complexity of perplexity,
Endoskeleton tranquil movements ad rem.

Illumination advancing farther up the trail
 
Failure’s Success

The tears says it all, feeling so worthless.
Words that never come together right,
Ashamed to show how untalented you are,
Mirror cracking upon shame of humiliation.

Never showing anybody your works,
Negativism of extreme prejudice,
Worst enemy of your own unique mind,
Kicking yourself around into eternity.

But failure is to succeed upon lessons,
Stepping stones baring a suffering soul,
Pain of feeling that you failed from birth,
Ideas kept inside, not being freely expressed.

Bumps and bruises of roller coasters,
Emotions that have to feel words,
That terminated you on your path
That one must succeed from failures.

Oh, pain of those that defile your words,
Taking liberty with your poetic feelings,
Rage that must again stand tall on words
Fighting on to save you from obscurity.

Failure, sometimes in spite others give you.
Maybe jealous they have no artistic talent,
So narrow minded the other end speaks louder,
From gas that propels their language arts skills.

Some will fail before their grave, arising after death.
Other will succeed quickly only to fail after that.
Some will ride the roller coasters of the winds
Learning from ever letter that creates imagery.

Am I a poet? I shall claim the title on hope
That one day my words will reach the skies,
To carry hummingbirds upon the wildflowers
That seeks the nectar of one’s accomplishment.

So day after day, I fail to satisfy myself,
For in my imperfection, is my perfection.
One can change upon the imagery of nature,
Dreamscape Artmosphere of imagination.

Some days, words evaporate from thin air,
Trying to record them, before the winds do.
Moving limbs feeling energy around you
Inner things saying you are being blessed.

Tears run deep, eroding future visions.
Reconstructed surgery bridging the gap.
Today I shall fail, to succeed tomorrow,
Failing, to climb the mountain of change.

Looking back in frustration, you smile inside,
Accomplishing more than you had thought.
Looking ahead thinking, ‘Hell why not’,
You will give yourself another day of failure.

Success is over the next hill of recognition
One in a million might recognize your talent.
About 6500 individuals inside today’s world,
Minuscule in mass, massive in glowing pride.

That one day a poem will hit a lottery of smiles.
But to never have tried, will bring an empty grave.
 
Feather Dusting Teachers

Words processed before gravity of heartbeats,
Which pumps before, your grave’s funeral time,
Death that ceases flow of recording thoughts,
Afterlife stillness of the lost wilderness inside.

Waterfall splashing observations eroding pages,
Stenciling characters, educating fingers turning
Books into miracles casting spells of learning,
Authors breathing upon one word after the other.

Masterpieces coming to life after decomposition.
Dusty shelves opening feather dusting thoughts.
Transmigration educational timed treasures,
Building stone foundations, weathering pages.

A book is as good, as its last reader sharing its heart,
Long ago silenced, awaiting the redemption of touch,
Reincarnation of a creative writer’s state of mind,
Germination of seed flowering upon another time.

Adoption of the text as an extended literary family,
Grandparental clauses of the evolution of teaching,
Students evaporating on age recomposing as teachers,
To wither and die immortalized by what they did.

Oh fail, fail, and fail again learning more every time,
As failure makes a baby walk, swim, graduate, love,
For living is not about success but de-termination
To take on obstacles using your free speech Freedom.

Democracy never silences, censors, nor conforms,
It never enters libraries to trash the art of diversity.
Shall we segregate our heritage, culture, and voices?
Then open minds of independence, has been conquered.

Oh spring away, in a liberal jig dancing among it verse.
Let hear the gospel hug all the faith’s of God’s creation.
Let the blues of America vibrate the truth of compassion
That America must claim all its citizens or none at all.

Oh divine teachers, may you bless those open minds,
Showing all extremes for them to moderate upon society,
Giving them core values of truth, respect, honesty, courtesy,
Among tranquility, peace, compassion merging our nation.
 
Grain Inside The Grain

Grain inside the grain,
Purity of the core thought,
Basic wealth of simplicity,
Bleeding upon Artmosphere.

Outer shell of the inner shell,
One open to critical invitation,
Another closed to evaluation,
Space living bare individuality.

Dreamscape beyond wilderness,
Gravity of weightless positions,
Artistic stokes canvassing points,
Unique upon haunting visions.

Autonomy of individualities poison,
Abstract expressionism of diversity,
Color of words of transmigration,
Wings migrating clouded elucidation.

One point cross-wording upon another.
Dimensional grisaille grey reasoning,
Gray matter of artistic intellectualism,
Grains merging art on its own space.

Grain inside the grain,
Poetry of the core thought,
Basic poverty of simplicity,
Bleeding words ‘n reality.
 
Grave Purpose

The words weathered the chilly night,
Darkness billowing haunted meanings.
Heaviness gravitating suffocating breezes,
Clinging nails scraping emotional tears.

Hurricane eyes ever-changing directions
Seeking answers to puzzling questions,
Cemetery thoughts penetrating vibrations.
Goose bumps touching grave reflections.

Creepy sounds awakening youthful fears,
Wrinkling leather pages of ageless memories.
Heritage entombed upon faded gravestones.
Shadows breathing chilled child’s awareness.

Comfort of deceased spirits reclaiming a life,
Walking clairvoyance of family treasured,
Transmigrating peace-hugging tranquility,
Reinforced living force awaking the light.

Departing upon smiles of parental presence
That ones enlightened path must continue,
In its positive struggle over negativity.
Above ground, not ready to claim this soul.

Scarred reality thorns of abusive labeling,
Terminated addiction of self-expression,
Words must now awake upon determination,
Struggling with grave purpose over death.
 
Gravestone Min(e)d

I stand there as a gravestone of my demise,
Having watched life revolve before my eyes.
The cover of earth leaving an epitaph of stone,
Spirit captured inside the marble grain of time.

Words never again breathing existence in thoughts,
Just haunting the extremity of was a human being.
Blessed with the birth of moving physical properties
To exhibit characters, mentally manipulating change.

De-termination sprouting wings, carrying one’s dreams
That living does not have a predetermined headstone.
One changing time, even after lost words are reviewed,
By others being taught the artistry of communication.

So as the bones have dried up under me in malnutrition,
The flowers glow around the halo of what was a poet.
As others recite, upon the winds, their verses before him,
For he now has the audience of the heavens above him.

Tears shall surely seep into the ground to parch the smile
Polishing from within the weathering stenciled words,
“Here lay a poet claimed by his peers as qualified for
He believed in the spirit of free speech, healing humanity.”

The weather is bare-naked chilly sending grave shivers.
Goose bumps erosion testing the evolution of time.
I await in silenced whispering winds, for someone said,
“They will come, if you have a headstone built.”

So this headstone awaits the visits of aspiring poets.
Who will elevate themselves way beyond his dream.
To recite before him, as if I was a White House fantasy,
A love of a language from a living loving dictionary.

The Artmosphere of America is in a full bloom verse
That even upon the coldest spot, it warms a soul’s respect
That all humanity can be de-terminated poets by just trying.
Failure after failure walking up mountain of their potential
Climbing their own headstone of pride, against all odds.
 
Inner Vision

Woman becoming blind to worldly sight,
Using sharp inner vision of feminine character,
Her perceptions will always focus clear, sharp,
For her mind is truly blessed upon the winds
That dance within her dynamic levitating spirit.

Words radiating warmth of magical personality,
Carrying the music inside her heart into others,
Especially in her holiday charm of giving.
Surely she is, a flowering gift of true creation,
A lady of class, smiling upon her gem of time.

Her senses have grown stronger, a faith of being.
She will not let her life be defeated by others.
Reaching within to pull out her magical spells,
Seeing clearer than some that have perfect vision,
Illuminating the pure truth beyond any deception.

Insight foresight hindsight and out-of-sight mind,
Clarity within, the treasure of perceptive intelligence.
Intuition reading from people’s voice deflections,
This sweetheart will never be blind to the mind,
Her guardian angel husband, sharing this treasury.
 
Leap Of Faith

Giant leap of faith parachuting down upon reality,
Paragliding among the currents within the mind,
Beauty within artistic landscaped mental creation,
Levitating on colors canvassed in abstract clarity.

To fear ones own creation is cancerous destruction.
Birth of humankind does inspire change with challenge.
Stagnation of conforming opinions creates roadblocks.
One must fly the wings of their independent spirit.

Grey shadows must illuminate upon rainbow sunshine.
The painting of self-reflection must image a horizon.
Sculptures must feel the fingers moving in sensations.
The art must go beyond the artist’s unique perception.

Words must reach so deep that they captivate dreams
Different visions of verbal imagery floating imagination,
So exceptional every intellect catches different waves
Merging with others in the enjoyment of discussing it.

The winds whisper wrinkling erosion with maturity.
Grave looming dark, dreary haunting in stilled failure,
One must leap upon the improvable testing the waters,
Swimming in succeeding or drowning in self-pity.
 
Lone Wolf

I seek an answer without a question,
The void of birth without dreams.
What is out there upon empty space?
Searching bare bottom barren isolation.

Soul trapped inside an empty shell,
Moving slowly in a physical universe,
Clinging hunger pains, seconds breathing,
Needed thirst, another’s day drought.

Lone wolf solitary oasis confinement,
Howling night of billions of stars,
Sunshine patch of nude necessities,
Horizon scorched on bleaching sand.

Painted land of one bland color,
Painted sky of singularity uniformity.
Line divided in half upon conformity.
Only contrast creates liberal diversity.

Where heavens are left wondering space.
Eyes gravitating on revolving change,
Wondering free upon stimulated wings,
Taking flight on creative stimulation.

Talking echoes mirroring its sender,
Receiver insanity-sanity of coping,
Playing games within-without a mind,
With no tools to store abstract images.

After decades of survival de-termination,
Only to be saved from total obscurity,
Rediscovered alive from nature’s retreat,
Dumped upon Times Square madness.
 
Love Of A Sister

Oh, sweet sister of my heartbeats,
Your love has levitated my spirits.
Giving hope, in depressed states,
You hugged my future as needed.

My words will never touch you as
Much as you touched my dreams.
Comporting me as a loving brother
Needing a grown little sister’s hug.

I will wonder far and wide seeking
The answers to my true being,
But sis you will always be near,
Watching like an angel over me.

Should something happen, do not cry.
Just look up deep into the night sky,
Seeing a twinkle shining down as a ray.
Warming your divine soul, bright as day.

So sweet sister smile, I love you dearly,
As my road before me is uncertain.
One must risk everything, sometimes on faith.
So sister pray for me, as I will for you.

There are people that say he is no poet.
Others will decry diverse poetry as evil art.
Yet some may gather a tear, giving me hope.
But sister you will always be poetry to me!

Note: Dedicated to my sister Maureen and her faith.
 
Magic Of Daily Creation

You were born upon utter independence.
Flying within a spirit of light ‘n darkness,
Seeking answers, so deep within questioning
That those tears seek out your dreamscape.
Hugging humanity ‘n compassionate love,
Eyes penetrating those heartbeats of needs
Upon reinvigorated breathing ‘n tranquility.
Soul resuscitating from living in so much hurt.
Inside recesses of seeded hope being reborn,
In the fight, smiling every day of your life.
 
Phantoms of the Poetry

It is in the winds that I will find the answers,
Those moving between heaven and earth,
When found will levitate upon enchantment.
Heartbeats dancing upon spell binding words.
Imagery coming alive enriched in meaning.

Oh, spirit within the soul weathering the stairs,
Upon a flight of breathing notes of inspiration
Finding the glow from sailing words upon trails,
Where they join upon special delivery messages,
Among ghosts of poetry haunting upon revival.

Poets are just petals on a blossoming bouquet.
Each one adding texture ‘n color inspirationally,
Each one a unique voice of artistic choreography.
Chorus of singing verse making sensual love
Finding emotions to open fresh air tear feelings.

These paths will never be duplicated by conformity.
Some will be terminated, termites boring reasoning,
Driving through dark depression clouds of reality.
Determination to make poverty gain inside wealth,
Seeking treasured smiles upon gardens of heaven.

Rough stormy weather gravitational fictional sandstorms,
Friction of constructive creativity flash flooding doubts,
See waves misting oceans, drowning upon fogged minds,
Only then to be released upon Phantoms of the Poetry,
Haunting ringing words reviving the Dead Poets Society.

Poets are born, not made to die and wilt away on pages.
They breath every time a page is turned onto a mind,
Lungs from the grave wailing as if a babe giving birth,
Stepping stones, one generation into another germination.

So terminated poet gain your roots upon your destiny,
Shared from blessings between heaven ‘n earth of prayers.
So Phantoms, lets rock and roll our grave feelings out.
Kick my ass and teach me what poetry is about.
 
Photographic Artmosphere

Panoramic dreamscape of visionary illusions,
Serenity of tranquil waters reaching ashore,
Waving reflections of sun setting illumination,
Inner glow melting, breezing serene balmy light.

Photographic mystical spell snapping nature’s magic,
Instant creative focusing upon mind’s true depth.
Artistry sailing the horizon of horizontal beauty,
Peaceful still of a moment never recaptured again.

Poetic visions upon changing testimonial meanings,
Unique verbal interpretations, visual effect reborn,
Changing colors, changing words, intertwining winds,
Levitating thoughts of meditative harmonic peace.
 
Poeta Nascitur, Non Fit
(a poet is born, not made)

Furor Poeticus

Stirred into quickly rushing wind,
Storming words needing grounding,
Implanting seeds upon level paper,
Or growing upon vertical flat screens,
Lines of time, rushing flood of thought.

Poet stimulated mental paradoxical sleep,
Catching wave of recording in reality,
Stimulated memory flash flooding,
Moving frenzy mastering dreamscape,
Evaporating upon flash dances of light.

Rooted purpose spreading wings,
Ghostly butterfly of yesterday shadow.
Weathering creases changing time,
Wrinkling magnetic words harvesting,
Dust gathering words from past birth.

Poeta Nascitur, Non Fit

Born love language haunting characters.
Roller coaster expressional living bursts.
Wailing babe blessed then cursed to write,
Like music, words coming to enlightenment,
Implanted on keystroke pens of imagery.

In the heart of poetry, one must climb
From a gutter of one’s own fragile words.
Climb one-step up the creative mountain,
Exploring places digging deep within the
Language finding the core of the true poet.

Poetry is not about real physical wealth.
But of a dream that consumes the need,
About others enjoying something long after
You are gone in your own faded words
That haunt the grave back into smiles.
 
Poetic Artmosphere

Word escapes of poetic dream spheres,
Painted words canvassing thoughts.
Sculptured verses delicately crafted,
Artmosphere within creative souls.

Free spirited brain wave abstractions.
Writing oceans splashing waterfalls,
Flowers blooming butterfly petals.
Humming words singing phrases.

Fresh air vibrations breezing clairvoyance,
Freezing snow reigning springing life,
Crystal clear clarity harmonizing chill,
Rippled migrations across interpretations.

Trees moving landscaped imaginations,
Scenic imagery lined across crossroads,
Furrows seeding germinating thoughts,
Lines flowering wildflower currents.

Fresh air recycling poetic Artmosphere,
Artistry within the culture of America,
Diversity of voice, touch, and creativity,
Wilderness of the mind exploring terrain,
Never imprisoned by conforming minds.
 
Poetic Wings

Words floating among illusions,
Spreading illuminated wings,
Over levitating landscaped horizons,
Dreamscape of the meditative mind,
Inner world of peace and tranquility.

Pages of authored magical illusions,
Painted painter of strokes of verse,
Sensual scenic stimulus of inner calm,
Levitation on harmonic contentment,
Gliding over gravitational depressions.

Convertible winds of liberated hairs,
Feathering layers of independent flight,
Soaring high on enlightened thoughts,
Wilderness frontier of extreme latitude,
Boundary of the flamboyant imagination.

Poetic wings never conforming to fences,
Never imprisoned to sets of standards.
Its sky lies over the next imagined horizon.
Conquering challenges inheriting obstacles.
Success is a momentary flash of hope.

For failure is a freethinker nemesis.
But the trail is of trial and tribulations,
Needing steps of concrete clarification.
Driving the wings further up the mountain,
For the truth is the solution.
 
Poet’s Sail

Silvering reflections of puzzling moon pieces,
Rippling mind sailing upon oceans of serenity,
Tranquility of billions of visionary celestial bodies,
Tropical balm soothing breezing nerve endings.

Solar mainsails upon universe of phantom spirits,
Flying Dutchman breaching endless trailed horizons,
Outreaches of exploring the farthest point of time,
Realities waves, then lighting the way into our future.

The wealth of knowledge within the truth of the heart,
Humanities diverse divinity of intellectual freedom,
Looking into the universal Judge of peace ‘n tranquility,
One that will never make slaves of people’s thoughts.

So poet let us set sail on see visions of perspective seascapes,
Liberal paradises, where conformists flounder under rocks,
Needing concrete control of their cloned dictated dynasties,
While we slay the anchor, and use our mind’s mainsail.
 
Poet’s Serenade

On what notes must a poet fly
To float upon the highest mountain
Generating mental wings of flight,
Writing currents of word-winds,
Stanza singing songbird tranquility.

On what notes must a poet fly
To swim as a bottle nosed dolphin
Slithering silken waters of treasures,
Writing ocean of telepathic skills,
Verses serenading so peaceful.

On what notes must a poet fly
To explore heavens of possibilities
Twinkling light growing imagination,
Writing space of creative clarity,
Poems dancing high conceptualism.

On what notes must a poet fly
To ride time waves of afterlife
Awakening generations to the past,
Writing spells casting haunting looks,
Poetry alive, grave of ghostly serenades.

On what notes must a poet fly
To be real in the heart of you
Feeling a poet grow within love,
Blessing your smile upon sunshine,
Creating that exquisite Artmosphere
Mirrored back inside your artistry.

On what notes must a poet fly,
On what notes must a poet fly,
On what notes must a poet fly,
On the epitaph of their last breath.
 
Portrait Path Of Inner Peace

Nature’s walk of birth upon a soul of inner peace,
Questioning path answering truth of one’s faith.
Daily inspirational laughter, enlightened inner persona,
Gem of one’s creative mastery of dynamic artistry.

Independent portrait never imprisoned upon boundaries
Flight of intellectual freedom, floating self-gratification.
Compassionate heart beats feeling the emotions of life,
Tears of splendor blessing the openness of your journey.

The sunlight will always shine upon your unique trail.
The moonlight will grace the night vision of intuition.
The starlight will guide steps over uncertain terrain,
The candlelight of prayers blessed with guardian angels.
 
Poverty Of Words

Why shall my words mean more dead than alive?
Does death make a poet wealthy after poverty?
Should my words gravitate upon the dust of my demise,
Or be held imprisoned for another point of history?
Resigned I am, to my fate of my termination.

Poet and thinkers are threats to people with agendas
Who need blind followers, to enslave their ideas
The truth fades, as questions never have answers
Groups force mandates or you are excommunicated
By lies, gossip, innuendo and hate for having opinions.

Today, I feel like one of our former America’s allies
Or a citizen of Canada who once was America’s brother
My German, Dutch, and English heritage deported
The land of my birth, its diversity, it culture awash.
My Catholic faith reaches up, into the heaven of hope.

Truth would be my savior but too many believe lies
The wasp’s sting that welts up to infected reasoning
Creative humanity is not about creative accounting
Creative creativity is the wealth of the mind opening up
Searching for those that would sell America out, for wealth.

Why is it that people who love God so much, dictate?
Is it not better to reason with others in open debates?
But the army is on the march wanting to ban everything
Have we imported a form of Taliban reasoning?

My wealth and hopes lye in a future without magic markers
That does not ban my works, for someone thought I was gay
Must one take a lie detector to live in a free democracy?
That said I was a “breeder” in the principles of a Constitution.

Why do I write in this way, to show I am against prejudice?
My Lord gave me a miracle as a small child crippled
Elevating me into a Christmas tree, shining upon my heart
He then gave me, words to feel deep inside their meaning
Coming alive in the meanings of art, culture, and diversity.
 
Razors Of De-Termination

I exist because of a dream,
Upon a fantasy of America,
Starving inside a wealth of heart,
Breathing upon free speech
Of peace and tranquility,
Feeling the razors of reality
Slashing umbilical cords of hope.
De-Termination clawing desperation,
Crying upon words that must work
To bury my faith after words.
 
Reverse Prospective

Do shadows change time’s path?
Aberrations of past focusing minds,
Failed refracting mirrored displays,
Point to point missed correlations.

Universe of supernatural psyche,
Traversing transmigrating spirit,
Invisible dimensional devoid space,
Playground of the meditative mind.

Negatives of mirrored reflections,
Realities presence moving left,
Reflected images moving right,
Before our contemplating thoughts.

Picture left to wander on a mirror
To paint it right into your mind,
Self-portrait of reverse prospective,
Photographic picture correcting vision.

Shadows falling on two sided mirrors
Does darkness fall from one side only, or
Will shadows cross over to the other side
To look into the face of time passing it by?
 
Santa Fe Xeriscape

Flowering perennial of arid rainbows,
Dwarf Marguerite Daisy White Juniper
Beard Missouri Evening Primrose Mountain
Gold, every blooming vivid wildflower mix.

Zeroscaping Santa Fe natural stepping-stones,
Walking crinkled blue-green foliage vigor
Comanche Campfire hanging baskets whorls,
Carpeting the ground hardy Jerusalem sage.

Wild Thing, low maintenance landscapes.
Ruby red petioles low mounding habit spreads.
Profusion of deep lavender-blue imagery,
Xeric gardens of sensual water conservation.

Olive green leaves contrasted crushed gravel.
Mulched fertilized loamy soil durable plants.
Wide assorted variety of distinct cultivars.
Yellow daylilies daisies of power blue skies.

Rich yellow, red, green license of New Mexico,
Natures vibrant artistic Atmosphere of culture,
Rainbows smiles of nature blessing humanity,
Gardens of the meditative minds of serenity,
Santa Fe xeriscape of peace and tranquility.
 
Searching

Spirit traversing upon a horizon of creative artistry,
Intellectual fecund levitation of liberal imagination,
Feminine song of her divine soul of compassion,
Dove of her song, singing beauty of humanities diversity.

Inspirational flight on a path of unique understanding,
Meditative persona given signs upon her trail of success,
Pessimism will block the path with thorns of doubt.
Momentarily lost in a maze, a haze fogging destiny.

Sweetheart of the fresh air of tomorrow’s reality,
Your bouquet of sunlight shall shine upon others.
Your dynamic smile will conquer the hearts of others.
For the Artmosphere within, is pure artistry in motion.

Angel you have been blessed with your own wings.
 
Social Worth

Deep inside the darkness within one’s soul,
Core fear of the unknown solitary psyche,
Seed born occupying space-time continuum,
Bare-naked temporal temple of sanctuary,
Unique inner world of one’s own intelligence.

Inner intuition radiating chi of levitation,
Meditative analytical medicinal therapy,
Universe of one unique introverted mind,
Dreaming upon a vacuum of unknown,
Conquering a wilderness of fears in triumph.

Conflicting universes of physical boundaries,
Born to grow, wrinkle to succumb to graves.
Linear footpath of regimented time waves,
Marching away could have been moments,
Magnifying commitments committing decisions.

Histories mirroring reflection, a ghostly presence,
Speck of dust flash dancing its choreography.
Played once to perfection, or lost forever in time.
A mistake crumbling a foundation into trash,
One lie in a million truths of one’s character.

Spatial coordinates of the origins of fingers,
Recording words of future recorded prosperity.
Wealth of the inner soul, even in utter poverty,
Reaching deep inside to claim the high ground.
Medal Of Honor, within one’s own social worth.
 
Soul Searching Spiritual Winds

Spirit floating within free poetic breezes,
Searching out the freedom of discovery,
Winds levitating across America’s terrain,
Avoiding the conforming termination,
Never being banned free speech flight.

Mountain air freshness of open minds,
Springing upon the currents of the wind,
Santa Fe Artmosphere of creative dynamics,
Winged words levitating diverse terrain,
Dreamscape of the American wilderness.

Strangulated air of banned poetic homes,
Corporate censorship imprisoning poetry,
Like White House’s needing special tickets,
Asking questions cloned creative accounting.
One must wilt and die blind upon dictation.

Terminated upon the addictive Freedom flight,
Searching for America away from Alabama,
Land of beautiful people, who march to steps,
While some must dance upon the swirling air,
Never to have their words tied down to jobs.

Night starlight twinkling jeweled diamonds,
Blanket covering spirituality of heavenly glow.
Clarity to cleanse a soul upon true Democracy,
Where people hug the diversity of humanity.
Stars shining unique, never duplicated by another.

See breezes of visionary verbal painted imagery,
Misting verse singing upon soothing ripples,
Serenities barefoot feeling, meditative hearts,
Reciting the independence of spirited poetry,
Never banned recitals of free minds of therapy.

So, America spread your wings upon dreams.
Let your mysticism sparkle the imagination,
Creating magical spells of intuitive thinking.
Blessing the teachers of open air philosophy.
Where one breathes the air, then lives it.
 
Sparkling Spark Of Love, Of Live

From the beauty of inside creativity,
To the outside of abstract levity,
The artistry of breathing fresh air
Must paint itself on every day.

From all the confusion of emotions,
One must spring upon one’s step
To claim every day as special blossoms,
Radiating from its release of frustrations.

Leave through pages of sensual release,
Venting upon the unfolding fervid life,
Using vivid colors, livid upon details,
Avid love of serenities tranquil being.

Poetry cannot be terminated within wilting,
Decaying from the fear of public elocution
That one’s words will brand them a thinker,
For opening the brain functions of others.

Flow among the clouds of imaginations.
Explore the wilderness of the frontiers.
Use your senses to expose your soul,
Upon the sunshine of your own creations.

The heavens have never silenced the gift
That flows through the veins of pure artists.
Its divine pleasure is a treasure of heart
Never mass produced, nor destroyed whole.

Sparking spark of Artmosphere blessed inside the
Germinating seeds of imagery and imagination,
Where upon arrival, its beneficiary is fertilized!
Upon a love scene of verbal or visual language,
To then breathe in deep and live life in a smile.
 
Spirit Of One

Spirit of one upon the ocean of serenity,
Soul at peace within waves washing sand,
Sensuality floating sea winging breezes,
Spiraling exhilaration ‘n barefoot freedom.

Spirit of one elevated upon a mountain view.
Divine horizon of nature’s endless pleasure,
Rolling valleys splashing in dynamic scenery,
Soul let loose flying upon exhilarating words.

Spirit of one springing upon changing seasons,
Spring blossoms migrating onto winter’s hibernation,
Words frozen upon time, then rejoicing germination,
Upon nature diverse every changing revolutions.

Spirit of one at rest within their soul in tranquility,
Spirit of oneself alive floating among waving time,
Spirit of one walking a path of sensual contentment,
Spirit of oneself reaching the pinnacles of bliss.

 
Splash

Drowning poetry struggling for life,
Deepest abyss of breathing reality,
Core inside the deepest hole within,
Digging into the center of heartbeats,

Struggling to climb out from survival
Upon a mountain of water waterfalls.
Swimming against currents existence,
De-termination fight against all odds.

Shedding oneself naked, stripped nucleus,
Inner being of poetry digging nails inside,
So deep words hurt, surviving with life.
Splash, a poet drowning in every vowel.

Coming alive inspirational evaporation,
Needing revealing verse inside hearts,
Splash reality flooding characters,
Compositions recomposing sunshine.

Splashing smile, cloudy day pleasure,
Floating sense of accomplishment,
Fresh atmosphere above depression,
Artmosphere of creative living.
 
Starlight Of The Poetic Night

Soft hues of thoughts blessing tranquility,
Beauty of starlight upon poetic nights,
Transparent clarity sparkling reflections,
Solar winded words of interplanetary space.

Twinkling twilight of expanding universe
Upon silent inflections of convertible rides,
Hair floating wings upon free space poetry,
Glowing mystic full moon haunting lines.

We are a dot upon a spec of warped time.
Moment so miniscule, language must follow,
Or forever be lost upon a maze of light years.
However, deflections are born to follow our time.

Sweet sensual verse of star lighted flights.
Lord, can I dream upon a magic carpet write?
Let a mind be consumed on contented rippled
Harmonic waved traversing free association.

Black night of exquisite mental translucent
Liberalism of intellectual intelligent foresight.
Free spirited spiritual blessed exceptional imagery,
Never conforming under the weight of gravity.

Oh Crossfire Chariot, levitate wings upon space.
Lift a soul to reach beyond a body’s limitations.
Chained by others who JUDGE our every move.
Together let us discover the far reaches of self.

Lift the heart binding on depressive conventionality
That has been bushwhacked upon liberal labels.
We will explore true Freedom and Democracy
Upon a wilderness exploring one’s independence.

And as the poetic night ceases the breath of dreams.
Bring the body back on autopilot and eject me,
Sprinkling me as a meteor shower upon Earth.
And land, oh antique chariot, ride with my words
As my final epitaph shining from a full moon.

Note: It was a crystal clear Alabama night, when my Crossfire lifted my spirit upon the night. It was liberally inspiring! It is nights like this that make me try to reach my words into the heavens, someday, someday!
 
Stilled Life

She sat statuesque, so still life,
Her eyes rewinding over an over.
Mime of a walking past, stirring.
Robotic slowly penetrating daggers,
Shards mirrored in ripping reflections.

Showered shadows of negative acidity,
Scarred from inside the deepest core,
Internal bleeding boiling recollections,
Festering castration of a young stud,
Emasculating ghost of judgment.

Eyes that dig a soul inside out,
Looking right through you bare,
Piercing pain of lonely isolation,
Sigh of breathing stilled tissue,
Sculpture of a woman abused.

Sister Anne noticed the dejection,
Those eyes of why am I alive.
The mountain that build inside,
Ready to explode as a volcano,
Blowing its top into kingdom come.

Sister Anne cupped her hands to
Embrace fingers of stone feelings,
Warmth of faith flowing rejuvenation,
An angelic voice piercing dead silence,
Reviving live line of hugging support.

They sat talking in silent communication,
As she started to move inside and sob,
Like a babe in a mother’s arms of love.
A sister’s arm embracing a lost soul
Not needing a JUDGE, but a friend.

Sister Anne took negative transposing
It positive upon clouds floating by,
As she got her to walk along her path.
Upon the miracle of survival, pain
Turned to joy that she was wanted.

Sister Anne reminded her of pleasure
That she was a mother who was loved.
Having a husband that totally adored her,
A daughter she chose to keep, loved her,
And two other love children of treasures.

She remembered how she had met James.
Who helped her deal with the trauma that
Had her hurting in nightmare scenarios.
He just led her through her own decisions.
And in that love they were married in grace.

Grace had grown, ready to depart the womb,
A house that supported her in total devotion.
They had fought as she claimed independence.
Cutting the umbilical cord to go to college,
Which set up this raging firestorm inside her.

She had introverted into a shell that needed
To be cracked open tenderly with compassion.
James seeing the signs took her to a convent
To visit her sister of heart, who she adored.
They touched each other along invisible lines.

James knew it was time to tell Grace a story.
It pained him deeply to disturb her innocence.
But truth makes for a greater love of respect.
By the end she was crying as a mother’s babe.
Oh dad, I love you so, hugging him so close.
That is what his heart wanted to hear.

They had talked about telling Grace, but time
Faded through the years of fearing it, but
Reality has its thorns that must be dealt with.
And now Grace understood the pain inside,
Wanting to also tell her love to her mother.

Sister Anne had called them, to let them know,
She was looking at the smiling flowers again.
That the demon that had haunted her was gone.
She needed a family to complete this picture.
Calling them to support her special soul, rebound.

The magnetism of the moment had all them together,
In a mass called a family reunion, as Sister Mary
Looked on smiling, they had her join the party.
Upon a special sign from her father’s loving eyes
Grace took her mom aside for a needed walk.

Sister Anne looked at James, somehow understanding.
Mom, I love you so much, thank you for having me!
A mother tear then flew into heaven, special delivery!
As a Sister Anne turned to share hers in prayers,
Kicking her heels up in a Irish jig,
As mother, daughter smiled together.
 
Stilled Shadows

Shadows of a clear visionary night,
Silhouetted upon fanned wings,
Stilled circulating blades of stillness,
Stationary smothering suffocating silence.

Stale air gravitating in one position,
Shallow breathing of restless sleep,
Stranglehold of times passing,
Surreal nightmare of slow motion.

Swimming upon quicksand helium,
Silhouette floating on moonlights glow,
Supernatural transcendental realism,
Supercharged second on an hourglass void.
 
Stretched Repetitions

Tick, tick, tick time revolves.
Drip, drip, drip, water gravitates,
Splash, splash, splash old faithful,
Sounding repetitions of nature.

Newborn skin shrinking tight,
Skin expanding gleefully bright.
Stationary skin moisture airtight,
Skin wrinkling aged backlight.

I will do it tomorrow I promise.
I need someone else to help me.
It will still be there next week.
Procrastination of I, the human kind!

Tick, tick, tick, wrinkling clocks,
Every day recording promises.
Procrastination of I, the human kind!
 
Tears Shadow

Tear why cannot, your shadow fade
Upon my heart disappearing into the winds,
Evaporate among lost memories.

Why do you haunt the eyes?
Refusing to recognize your presence
For you never ever existed!

Damn the pain of denying you
Because sweetheart I divorced you.
I expunged you within court proceedings.

But excuse me for awhile
While I get lost from
A tear following me!
 
The Seeding Thought

It waited for vintage winds to bring nurtured moisture,
Shifting time particles suckling its udder existence.
Sunshine’s evolution evolving on natures changing face,
Still life implanted, lingering hibernated tranquil purpose.

Incubated warmth of changing seasons awaiting a flash
Moment of germination springing alive dormancy.
So when does life begin in a seed awaiting roots,
Which digs into the fertile soil clinging to rocky cracks?

In humanity are sperm and eggs alive, awaiting copulation?
A life inside a person alive, in different traits of possibilities,
So as sperm and egg are frozen in cryogenics suspension
Will a father and mother have a child in another century?

So a great, great grandfather is raising his great, great granduncle.
Whose son will eventually be his lost great-cousin of confusion.
Family tree with gapping holes of uncertainty of fertilization,
Relationship going back into time to change family history.

So if we start from living sperm and living egg, do we exist in both?
Or does our live only start in the chemistry of the two interacting?
Because both often act independently, except under microscopes.
So frozen apart is live one or two being consumed later as one?

So as I dream of a sperm child in an unknown future world, will the
Words follow their footsteps through life, or be discarded as antique
Forgotten poetry. Will the unknown mother, who may not be born yet
Adopted my words creating beautiful imagery in the union of minds?

Secured roots of the redwoods reaching high through time waves
New babe clinging to clipped grounded wings reaching out to relatives
Tree branching out onto its own space of existence elevating, aging,
For once time starts to move within us, we are committed to follow it.

“It is by de-termination that another day climbs higher up the scale
That balances what we do with our minds, to satisfy our hunger.”
 

Tomb

Poetry the heart of expression,
Full moon of any silver lining.
A whisper in a waving ocean,
Feather floating upon helium,
Coin tossed on eternity’s gravity.

Character lining up upon lineups,
Merging into a gravidity of words,
Marching birth-levitating verse,
Ubiquity of dictionary’s diversity,
Born to die reviving grave meanings.

Mist of a void drowning in vacuum,
Devouring space of needed subsistence,
Solitary universe no one else shares,
Communicating upon one shared,
Upon analytical marching minutes.

Mountain stone crushed gravel pebbles.
Gravitating shifting sand weight around,
Water aggregate binding upon a mass,
Pouring upon slabs towering upon height,
Cementing concrete constructions.

Characters disassembled upon thoughts.
Reconstituted upon unique perceptions,
Dissected abrasive frictional fusion,
Imagery of painted surfaces cracking,
Paintings of masterpieces, upon tombs.
 
Whisper

A whisper followed a curving bend
Spiraling upon winding contemplation,
Twisting words accumulating time,
Whirlwinds of reflective meditation,
Fire works exploding upon genuflection.

Soul whispering gravitating downhill
Into the mouth of the Grand Canyon,
Voice resonating quaking vibrations,
Echoing crosswinds sparkling clarity,
Megaphone winds delivering serenity.

Sound whispered rippling along waves
Riding the currents of silken canvases,
Sailing oceans gliding upon breezes,
Balmy words reflecting off horizons,
Harmonics balanced over tranquility.

Whispers lifting heart-beating vibes,
Aura of translucent stellar wings,
Levitating winds soaring emotions,
Visionary flight, sensual inner peace,
Spirituality of enlightenment engaged,

Earth blessed upon your divine words.
 
White Dandruff

White dandruff balding on rocky peaks,
River mouth tributaries eating waterfalls,
Breathing air in natural fresh deodorants,
Fantastic sightseeing of deep cleavage,
Organisms of ecstatic derived pleasure.

Feathers touching the nerves of the sky,
Twitching breezes of sensual arousals,
Tranquility merging with nature’s love,
Upon a melody of lovemaking songbirds,
Cuddling doves cooing for so much more.

Springing sunshine revolving starry nights,
Full moon silvery lake mirrored projections.
Whispers vibrating chorus of serenities calm,
Campfire cracking clear meditative heavens.
Light years theatrics staged for redemption.

Lost emotional artistry writing upon a heart,
Tearing words occupying springing feelings,
A pen isolated, riding pages rippling time.
Verse of lost poets haunting a night sky,
Listen contentedly to the music of poetry,
As white dandruff dusts the high notes.

 
Wraiths

Evaporated upon a mist levitating shadows,
Wraith of what was once a man with heart.
Specter translucence floating on lost voids,
Shallow depth sunken out hollowed irises,
Diaphragm piercing draining life’s fluids.

Dry, oh so parched deserted dehydration,
Waterfalls raining in, becoming barren inside,
Erosion of dust choking lungs clogging time,
Suspended animation drowning on finite
Particles of space of ever decreasing velocity.

Mind slipping away as lost pages of a story
To have ceased awaiting the grave stone,
With birth and no death marks of finality,
Frozen away in a maze clinging to a thread,
Soul needing the closure of eternal peace.

Brittle bones decomposing petrified rock.
Breezing eerie chills gravitating skeletons,
Waiting for flowing verses of rejuvenation.
Casting spells upon the human tragedy
Of poetic justice reincarnating the poet.

Pages of time stored in a vault recomposing
Upon the whispers of imagery coming alive.
Seeded germination gaining roots to grow,
Sprouts springing forth a spirit revitalized.
No longer vanquished but entranced in words.

Revival from the banned terminated depression,
Ghost of what was a man dejected to silence.
For the fresh air of American poetry is volatile.
Burning in people’s minds to conform its freedom,
But winged Democracy has its dire independence.

And its consequences, that the creative Artmosphere
Shrinks upon narrow minded impregnated intimidation,
By becoming a lost wraith writer riding the obscurity.
But the glow resonates before your premature demise,
For the heart cannot give up its rhyme of lovemaking.

Shadows of tears, fears, wearing years of frustrations,
Coming out of the mummy of liberal wrappings
That sees the eyes of the streets upon its Hurricane truth
That green blood flows deep in Washington’s compassion,
Lobbying five star corporate creative accounting treatments.

But alas in America, free speech is a wraith of the past,
Or the starvation of the living patriots seeking out the truth,
Of the WMD’s that has invaded our Constitution’s diversity
That say a person of poverty is equal to a fraternity of secrecy
That art is painted on the faces of the wraiths of all humanity,

Bless the holy waters that merge us back into a nation
Where “We the people” can speak out loud, not in secrecy.