I deal
with the Jerusalem jeers
brambles and boot heels upon the chest
because I choose to be
inside the sardine can nest
practice altars and fears

I choose toy guns
rather than the illusions
of ice-sculptures and invalid-love
or winded wishes' ruse
wasted weddings' bruise

I choose (by God's whistling whim
and peanut gallery)
The art
the crooked
the crime
because it crickets inside
where the sigh and cry begins
where the biohazard happiness ends

Because I choose
this cypress curse
my quiet drums
my moving museums
for steady love's
rapture roulette
you can bet

I choose whom
and why, how, and when
just because I can.
I deal
because self pity
serves an empty meal.

HE is the Algae on the stone
at the bottom of a lake

I am the waterfall and foam
the rapid and it's wake.

HE is colorless and blindly
groping for life & breath...

I am the rain and kindly
cradling all life and Spring,

Quenching the thirst of death.

HE is as un-renown as any thief
vapid and cowardly hides and keeps
secrets and nothing new
HE is untrue, just a creep...

I am love and open sky
Vulnerable as gold to greed & lusting eyes,

I am heart and shine of light
I am truth and I am right
I have no fear
but have the will to fly.

HE is shallow made of shadows,
Our kingdom forgotten in the gallows,
fractured and renews old sorrows
Ever no more a soul to borrow...

Still I am vision  I am marrow
every peak and flight of sparrow
I am days
of bright tomorrows...

He's a vapid snake
nothing new.
While I am the Love
and the Life in all of you.

the Sunrise
&
*Absolute.

My father leaves me to inherit

A sky, a castle above the clouds

Between spaces, in the Middle Kingdom,

Where he hopes for me to tend it's gardens

And the menageries of beautiful life,

The creatures of earth, sea,

And fly the heavens both in day and night...

My father wants for me, of him replace,

Leaves for me the learned ways towards peace and grace,

And not only care take but love creation's creatures

To walk his path without fear or haste...

There is a castle in the sky

A watchtower for a chosen guardian of life,

Only the one who has seen the light

And holds the third eye with right mind

Can sit in his seat

Will truly make the world more bright

My father left a gift for me


A castle in the sky...

God is a word invented by man to identify a living universe, the creator, the first living fire, goddess and father, (earth and sky) the infinite absolute, and Greatest One (of All)...

LOVE is a bigger word for God. When we are living proof, a tiny speck in the eye of every storm, drowning mindlessly, killing for a small word men say "God" taking what's not ours, then it turns into something else apart from

The "Peace I give you"
Heaven and divinity... Seems further beyond our reach.

Love your perspective and process... Keep up the poetry, you rock!

The warmth of fire light
During cold starless nights
Wraps me as once you did
When we first romanced the stars
Naming them for each other
And for futures bright with hope...

The gray overcast and cold
Brine in the wind upon a somber beach,
Before and after the storm begins
And the rain itself heavy on the sand
Reminds me, even then, when
It is a lonely day

How beautiful to be
Delivered here, knowing touch
To be made real
By love
By your existence,
having been
Having held a  tiny moment

I see you

In the crest of the waves,
In the embers that spark to kiss the air
And the ashes of a once living
Branch of a tree
That I burned to stay alive
From the cold decrepitude
A melancholy like / on this rainy day
In the watery places of memory and emotions
I see how beauty blurs

Without you

I peer with one eye at paradise (spurned)
When everything is beautiful
Because of you,
I am sure
It is your love that makes it all
My
Shine.
My world.

Lanterns then lasers
Technology celebrates
Brilliant minds light'ning.

It is just a hole...

Gaping puny or wide
uncertain of the shadows it hides
if nothing else
inside

it is just a hole.

I worry when so many
disguise / among us
impersonal un human un-persons
A traffic of panic
At mass / hysterics
Stranger danger
passerby
kicking and screaming
Dust and ****
Wordless eyes /void and thoughtless
deviant clerics subterfuge
mummifying manna and meaning
indifferent to our needing,
So so hateful in their
preening

(a predator will lick itself clean
until the hole needs to be filled...
hunger overpowering will.)

be
Careful you who mind
and listen
        careful not to fall in that
cavern
pothole
wishing well
cavity
(Gutter) ditch
sink hole
(an Unloved life)

Or singularity...

Careful of every kind of orafice
and every hand
that feigns well wishes
            they will push / shove you in...

Remember?
baby Jessica's televised face?
rescued from a hole in the ground?

It was just a hole...

and television is just like this,
an orifice
     a square/rectangular hole
that's loud yet saying nothing
But headline and panic
Like any tunnel, periscope
Hole
We fall for it
       The show's same ole
Widescreen pity surround sound desperation
Loudly
          pushes us in...

Just Another head like ...

and like your life and mine
        falling through time
the whole of you,
(Reason should be aware)

find some wisdom
open your eyes

Pay close attention,

you who are mindful
and listen.



*[Television is a shotgun barrel pointed at your face.~~the Birthday Book]

Yo
Fil -Am I am
Tho' that Uncle Sam
Is a pilfering kind of uncle,

I still believe in Love
Of Freedom rides
Of Lady Liberty's symbolic
Light
Burning brightest
A united flame...

Yo! Bro'
There's no need (yet so many do)
Have - nots hafta
Feed
         All Walks
                            Long Roads
Home.

The seeds will sprout
                   Great roots / Evergreen

When we quench every thirst
        With poetic Justice
Logic / Science / Reasoning

Truth.

Yo!
Now, Says we
No Underground or miners' sky of coal
Cuz hearth is home
Where the heart is strong,
(Where resides living souls)

A coat of amor of many hues

Of cotton--chain gang--rainbows
Of our bodies
Electric / this sojourn railroad
We dance
       Deep down getting down
Blues / rhythm/ love on high
Every kind
Spectrums of hot jungles and purest light.
Sun tan and showers
Brought to you by the Maker
Of Sky...

Yo!
Joe, my bro', is not
No ******,
G's / Living Proof
Peeps this
White wigs
My All American is multinational
(A Hero)

Youths
And fountains

A World of many nations
Toward one republic :
Mans Fire and Golden worth
(The future points to moot)

From soot or steep
Great Walls and Mountains'
Sherpa Buddhist peace
Rise from our only Earth
As we bask beneath
with all
The bounties of the Sun

We are Sam / I am you
And we are
One
      together

Here the same
We are
American genomes

As for me, half breed
A Filipino and green
With Irish flame
"O-oh"
No shame in my game.

Yo! Americans
            
Be Thankful / you thinkers in kind

Mankind / Human
Down to the last
Past
Suffering,
Sufferage and Tribunes,
From melting pots
A succotash

What kind of American are you?

___________

*African American
Native American / Indian American-Hindi
Asian American
Irish / Italian American
Spanish speaking Mexican American
Japanese and Chinese American
Korean American
European / Candian / French American
Siberian / Slavic American
Middle Eastern / Arab American
All American Russian / Serian American

A cohabitat of all of us.
(A world of beautiful Mutts)

A Buster is busted.

Figuratively.

Mayhap way he speak.

Not just slow

Cuz he got flow

Figured out the Hustle

Keeps on and on and on and...

(An Energizer rabbit's foot.)


"Yo! This Life is Broke!"

(Swisher Blunts stunted Swoosh!)

Busters Is Busted.

Vigorously.     (Or rock-steady kool).

Tommy-guns, Polish

(Head like a hole...)

Our whips.

Our babies.

Our Peeps

The War / The Streets

The Word  itself, asleep...

Sweet Tea at the ready

They're thirsty in

CHi-Raq.

Alone, washed ashore, by a storm out at sea / upon an ocean so world vast / creation / such are we...
The monster came from dark lagoons (within) / the deep / from a cyclone's cyclopic eye / microscopic minuscule / in the Atomic plane / astral, cosmic spaces:
The Gargantuan
That feeling : like a Godzilla / Dragon looking down,
looking to eat us.

The mountainous undulations (Grand Canyon roller coaster)/ and the thunderheads overhead, lightning in cotton candy / reflection / all dead / shades / of grey (swallowing itself)...

The hellish ride / upon the way towards death process

Yet the experiences most remembered, were the minutes that lit brightest, when I was made / alone / on monsoon ***** serpentine sea / monster of / "an ocean (that) swallowed my parents..."

The poet wrote about his solitude,
About that boy in the headlines:

"Survivor Makes a Storm" / "Monster-Trucks of Life"
/ ["When Towers Fell"]

"The Masters of .Com / Consumers' Industry / Of Games, A Won Not Sum"

"Defeat Will Rewrite (un-write)"
                                                          Their Mystery.
"Into The Blue / Absolut"

Nothing takes away fear like being dead... And Bobby McFerrin said : "Don't Worry Be Happy now"

We whistle in paradise, the poet wrote / the Romantics still yet all to be heard / an unfinished History / Novelties / Neverending / Story of Us

Lovely loving Love...

The Poet Wrote :  (this one here)
"Alone, Washed Ashore" - All aboard!

*(Falling Up)

The heavy dust from dry summers
selling Chiclets inside the rim of a sombrero

Tortured attire of a woolen rainbow
Poncho, pleading to appear a lowly vagabond

by an uncle who seeds alleyways,
Clothed in his tequila stench;

Instructed by an aunt, obese from endless
refried beans and Uno-Vision sopas.

“Chiclets! --at the top of your lungs, mejo!"
Louder as the weight of the dust devils possess

His voice : a squeaking version of itself,
Coughing at the same spot  in Tijuana’s

Miserable, the invisible, at market...
Dirt in his tears, no longer noticed, too often cried

There is no need to pretend how lowly
Or ***** his juvenile face has smeared;

A clown of earthen make-up, in misery’s portrait,
to example the tender, the precious,

have been left to pander to love, for sale.
A paradigm of angels, fallen with the truth;

Deep into this formidable fate in hell.
Here, he is not above the silence

But he must live in it, live to tell,
How wishes are often made without a well.

I make smiles from shattered eyes

cry December's distracting frost

move my soul with hopeful sighs

and pray our devotion is not lost



It is the eve of renewal's glee

gave sad promises to spoon the moon

but in the haste of glass we freeze

pose with strangers who fill our room



sweat bemoans my reaching hand

your eyes are vacant with his lust

he bids the hours by your command

we smoke our feelings into dust



this boy is weak yet worships you

opens darkest gates to breed

now enter light that stirs, confused

my tears to scream still go unseen



i am a wish of hearts refused,

the sound of fallen poetry...

It is alienation, divided and conquered,

That hatred virus seeping in

The eon fires of ancestry and agonies

burning deepest

Emotions like chaos, having no concern but heat...

Lost control trying to keep it quiet

There is no logic in taking arms

Or causing harm for causes of ghosts a'hollarin'

No reason to justify the same ole

Same ole spite

Of a time when man made kings of white,

And fiery skin of people of the sun

Denied...

To this day, the curse carries even unto us

The children of every nation

Carried on one colored bus

The bright hue of morning

Knowing

there is no color or denying

the sound of laughter,

                            Even to blind dragons

Are brilliant Suns bursting to life,

In the void of cold vacuums:

All the times we waste /

Arguing over ... Despite...  InEquality and action...

The war with empty nothing

The entropy of disease

The prophesy of meaningless beings

Creating experience of artificiality;

And our Humanity of mistaken identities.

I thought we were as

Miracles made spontaneous

Combustion from nothing...?

What have we erected

But another place

Laid waste?


In God's name we prey...

Oh this human condition,
A mortal coil it's said
          An amalgamation of contradictions....

I have witnessed as observant
A silent servant
(Like a punctuation,
A grain of sand am I then)

Debris from vast beyond
A whirl from cosmic maelstrom and
Now this here, we are
Alive as bone begotten
From stellar stones higher than
Our cloud valhallas

How relative the chaos
Stranger still for its distances
To parallel - how storms also do
Possess a spectrum.

Now this here, as a heavy carcass
With visionless eyes
As fragile as glass
Riding tornadoes and catastrophe
Like roller coasters
Blast
Off
Since
We are no longer from nothing,
We no longer fear
But third eye mind still blind
An intelligence that's forgetful

Of that of which is relative
(Living proof)
In every passage
We are mortal with
Each morning
Doors we enter thru...
(Yet few recall the lives before)

All I know is how to be
A better form of what I was just
Yesterday
When passersby keep on asking

"Did you find yourself then?"
This too shall also pass
                     Memory feels more far away
I say:

"The story's not yet done"

What path you choose, the one you love,
Is the same path
Of awe
Of beauty
Of Grace
I bare witness
To this life
Still trying to love it all

Oh woe is me!    
    (felicitously)
Oh, This mortal coil, how beloved
Life I see
               A universe of mystery
Together
We shall see
               Riding our tomorrow
Like a maelstrom
Fearless
On great tornadoes...

I bare witness
To thee. (I'mmortality)

How can we appreciate and love the light
Without having been afraid in the dark?
When once we behaved with beastly rage
Transfixed on surviving at all costs
Blind to our own suffering
Predators to ourselves
Falling behind and still yet to transcend
All the ill that we do
A commerce of artifice and empty words...

(Are we certain
                            To be continued....)

The impetus
Of being
      Always on the run
               Through pinwheel eyes
                              Those standing by
                                          The mystic roadway

                                     River

Blues yet to be brushed
                           or in blush
                           Of evening chill's breathing
a canvas like windows dreaming felt

All mindful
And chockful O'
                          Wonder
Then ponder
           Yonder "window breaks"
                         Past the wilderness' sleep
Bone heavy wood
                             Umber earth

         Past the rush of liquid

Folding in itself / as a soundtrack
                         Listen
      Pedestrian be
Mindful
                   of the cautionary whales
                                                  Ahab's yell
                                  Obsessions
                           Fears
                      Or loathing

One's drowning in one's sleep

Look wildly widely
                              Blithely
                                    Down river
                     Or up there beyond finger's point
                                   Sidewinder snake journeys
                                                        Until sky and below it
                             All meet
The distance

Now only a line
                      Coalescing what is beyond        
   Our ability to see

               Far and away
Evanescent
         Effervescent
                     Ever after      
                             River. Life.
(Don't leave...)

Here
        We are now
                            The spirit fluent
        With the rapid rivers loud
                            Always on the run

Currents like a child's curiosity ...

When or why
                        does it end
                
Where do we go?
                    
Like most things existing,
           Will lead to the high art / love's deep oceans
          
We often forget to seek
                              And mind
                                     the sublimations ...
                                                            d­­riftwood.

So then,
Begin with a dot, a line
                     A speck of dusk
                     A burst of light
                                        A starry sky,
pieces to mastering
                   Raging fragility of water

Liquid undulations  
                    Folding itself in / volumes

Or falling from on high
                    A droplet cry

Then lightning
                   (crash or bloom)
From the heavens
                                       like electric rivers
So brilliantly
                   Festoons

Where do we go
       There and here / underfoot

                   Over north / southern sleep
                                   To oceans twilight deep

Go wrapped or map-less
Or no
            Up yonder

There up there
                       Everywhere
                                    All without fear

My heart like the river yearns
                 To go toward the sun

                       A flow / the beating drum
Always on the run...

And
           Yet
                   Still
                            Here.

                             ­                                                               
RIVER.

He has no suspicious ideas

about these hidden thoughts of mine.

The "Got it Twisted" wickedness

Boy

Have I got ideas of what I could do to him,

The experience of my prowess

The sensual heights

I could bring him

Service him the vice of moist

Lips of this mouth

The levies I could break...

Even now (ONE Mississippi)

The Earnestness of the warmth in my groin

(TWO Mississippi)

trains of thought / tight caboose / and whistling steam

(Thrice Mississippi...)

My imbalance seems becoming obvious

So we hurriedly converse,

Our talk :

Brief with business lingo

(My eyes high on his physique)

In the interim

Exchange our dimes,

Buddha in my hand...

"Wuss up?"

'Sup bro... (a synchronized nod)

In the pause of dead air,

I mad dog him with my eyes

                          (Drunk off his musk).

He has no idea about these ideas

The silent stealth of the naked thoughts in my *******,

The twisted scene of my imagination's

Motion pictures...


******** him off to completion.

Would you if
Could you with
A gift of any wish
Granted / Change
Beauty
Or what they deem to be
The ugly in humanity
Simply (for one's own comfort)
To see and to shape
Satisfactorily
It's property

Metamorphose

So suppose you could impose
Your willing whim on man
Or make refined
These grains of sand / to cry
Change sweet sugars
To sour lime
And with this power on a dime
Create your heart
To love / to shine
And shape the world
With peaceful times!?

Still, rain will fall and war:
Often loudly screams to be
Consistently and capitalistically
Disagreeing discord
Ever more......

But if you could
And if you should
With every beef and steer
Against the odds angst and deep
Defeatists' endearing fear
Educate the darkness
How it can be lifted by
A single spark,
Would you

If could you

Should have

With a gift
Of a single wish:
Recognize Our Heart
A good place to Always

Start...


*(Stay true for you are Art)

There has to be more to Life

Than these fervent hungers

Bumper to bumper

Traffic

Jambalaya

Over powering flavors

Of cauldrons and ether...

                                The fevers of Need

Checklist buckets of Lusts

The Must-Haves, wanting,

All of it, for more... (and more)

More Over the rainbows

And the somewhere's

Else

Not yet devoured / eaten away

The molds fur-coat on rotten fruit

Grey a color of the unseeing,

Giving fever

Yearning for remedy /

                          Hand to mouth

Mc-Stuffin' and stuck

Without knowing our own feelings

Hurting ourselves just to relieve the numbness.

There has to be more...


In the loving eyes

of wakefulness, new

Without a fear or the fading becoming jaded

Green as Envy

The morning is at last seen / For the first time

                     Being alive / full on Wonder

And Beloved

                     More
                                 Over
                      Life ...

A rainbow of free will

And wide Freedom

Skies...

How should I thank all

this ...?

*(Tis of thee... Oh Life!)

1.
How to begin? ...
"We are Here!" - we all say this with absolute certainty, and it is without doubt the Truth...

When we begin to speak to one another without any certainty, going to fabricating "truths" with hisstory, lacking any real knowledge or irrefutable facts, imagination run amok, it begins to look like the wrong foot...
       And it sounds like Rabble Raucous Riots
Mumbling Music to all ears, those who hear what all there is to
Around here

Inside four walls and a low ceiling.
Under a short roof, the Chaos bounces quickly back from over our victories, it seems like we've gotten water on the mogwai.

Knowing now we are
Our own storms we make here / our sphere / three demensional
This circle.
What goes 'round, must come 'round.
(What are we to each other?)

2.
Right should always be alright, all the time... There should be no suffering.

When once it was a perfect circle, knowing nothing about pain or Death
That fear made manifest
By nothing but a myopic view
Giving a word it's name,
And with each name - an existence.

So where to begin? Who is asking? Why then should it be?

Should we rather then "believe" like as though we were made
convinced,
should it not be? How then did this all
come To Be?

We begin then with Here, a healthy mind full of heart filled questions felt
Little flash bulbs of
Star light / sprinkling the blind dark void.

And those questions, that are intimately belonging to us, those questions deserve only the truth.

I expect the same as what I give... And I bow to divinity while
I raise her up to / the sky and universe.
I your fellow *living proof
In these briefest of vast moments shared alongside you.

Let's begin with Life - the fury of God.
And with the Truth, the word of ...

The One And only  - (All for You).

*Life must Live / Ours must prove

This life is but a dream

Of sleeping beasts and hungry wolves...

I await the life that is

The dream of sleeping children

And kinder men

Some place elsewhere from here

Oh to begin again

Life

Our very own

Dream

Come true...

She says she wonders what's it is like.

She says she looks at the stars when she thinks about it,

And then I remember

                 I know this is a dream,

                  I know I am else where sleeping

I let it carry me ...

Trying to pay attention

here where it is mostly ghostly

wisps of emotions - wildly feeling,

the ocean within me now

It's connected to everything somehow...

                   and I can sense that all of this is a lesson

how lucky / how loved / I must be

for this gift -- given a peek

through the curtains... The shroud between...

~~

Suddenly there is only blackness

                 The flash of loss and thunderous pain

As I find myself

Inside myself, in the blackness of nowhere

Yet / Of my own mind

                      (But there is no retaliation or karmic return

                       Of my earthly deeds...so instead...)

I am shown what it must feel like

                        I can feel Time beginning to speed forward

                       And at that same instance - slowing down /backward

Splitting into :

            I am that moment in that moment

Stretching,  my very being, my existence

Slowing backward into the dark-before

Rushing forward feeling life / light / thinning

Years of mine of no consequence

Until I'm split in two

Snap! Clap!

A whistle...

             Now, I wake up

I did not get to see what else was beyond

but now I know

There is nothing (at all)

To fear

Of Death...

It is only a matter of time

Until we're split into...


*(Light and dust and supernovae- nebulae)

They call him "Tweaker"

Those in the neighborhood of Spring Mountain

and Desert Inn, those who pace

the same streets and sleep in the same block.

He's ironic and contradictory,

calling everyone he happens

by "Slim"

his emasciated smile

black potholes and pyrite

is as genuine as his intentions

shaming traffic with his sadness

cardboard paper signs

"Just trying to get something to eat"

There should be a question mark

My exclamation point

No excuse not to give...

So here you are "slim" collecting the guilt

All the dollars a day in your concrete quilt

and your own red Target  

shopping cart...


Caught red handed behind 7-11

In the alley (cats avoid)

with a dub, a dime, or nickle sac

god smacked...

carrying conversations

With / a / no one...

Touch

can    teach

the   blind

to                    see

Worlds

in

words.

Well...

I heard it from Pookie

Who's real tight with Sookie

You know 'cuz

They're twins 'n all

And they're both from the neighborhood

When it all went down, guess they seen it too

Eyewitnesses times four

You know 'cuz

They two got a pair of blinkers

You know --peepers! Oculus instruments

You know ... These! (Wink wink hint hint)

Brown eyed, blue bright

Or "whatever you say Iris!"

She was the one with the twirly hair

And the swirly speech

Rollin' up on all of her

You know ... Gelatinous gelatina ****

Rubberneckin'

Don't mess with this!

"Uh huh"

"Nah ah, oh no she didn't ..."

Throwing ghetto out her mouth

Talkin about. yo mama

So PHAT

(Pretty Hot & Tempting)

For a rotisserie or deep fried in Crisco...


And you know

If the chicken heads are plucky and loud

Clucking chis-miss rumors

About

How she did done killed her molester

"Down that poor dirt road"

"I can still hear the gospel sang,

the surrounding churches'

Southern love to be loud, wafting

With the breeze through the long grass

Walking, closer to home, a hush...

Back when we folk were shiny skinned

With sweat of Summers' Lovin

Or late night lullaby in' ...

Baby's lil babe

She said he couldn't fall to sleep

Until this Final one"

When it all went Smack!

Talking for no reason now

(Just wanna be heard)

Throwing shade in the hot shadows

Her hollering voice

Reciting not laws but what's right for sho'.

A weeping willow

A peacock

A desperate clarinet cry

Look here now ! Don't miss out !

And that was when Pookie & Sooky

Took home mama Mook,

Who's complaining like Chubacca

Furry as the Wookie

Drunk as the fish in Tequila Seas...

But whatever battle she took to words

In the shadow of

Bars brawls and loss of conscience,

Everyone here / neighbors hear

The hoods we're in

She said the clouds! in the sky

"They was the lot of them

throwing most heinous shade!"

And whatever

You took from that there blathering

Wagging tongues

Talking smack. (That's on you)...

In the dim domain of drank and diggitty

They carry the haunch away

Three shadow figures

one is itchin' at her arm...

Smack

Throwing Shade.

ROAD
          Where choices begin;
          Some are quick to find its end.
          Wise keep journeying.

CARPOOLING
          The heavy traffic
          An ocean's slow ebbing tide
          Our patience drowns in.

METEOR SHOWER
          Friday night space-lights
          As we caress the hours
          Streaks across the sky.

STAINED GLASS
          Broken pieces shapes
          The Cathedral of one's soul.
          Stained light still shines true.

TAI CHI
          Dawn's ceremony
          Wet grass tickling bare feet.
          Wave away the night.

FRACKING
           Jonesy punctures black
          Points in caves, Great Mother weeps
          Wells of poison rain.

NIJINSKY
          So divine his grace
          Words not made to embody
          Ballet when God speaks.

MY WINTER GIFT
         Skin so Downey white,
         Like a cold glass of fresh milk.
         Unwrapping Christmas.

FRENCH KISS
          Such buttery lips
          Silken creams,  wrapping our tongues.
          Sweet patisserie.

VATTO
          Gang signs, ink, and blood.
          ****** in a low Beamer.
          Cool kissing his gun.

ROSARIES
          Madre genuflects
          In brown countries of her hands
          Old beads, sweat, and faith.

DRIVE THRU WEDDING
          Romance thru sunroofs
          Hallelujah honeymoons
          Marriage number two.

HOT TIN ROOFS
          A light Summer breeze
          Cools cacophonous bodies
          like hot stars at night.

NOSTRADAMUS
          Doomsday Soothsayer.
          His visions doth entertain
          Medieval profits.

CHINA
          Man's golden lotus.
          A wealth of divine knowledge.
          Heavenly on Earth.

FIREWORKS
           Our toast to Heaven.
           Chrysanthemums igniting
           The night's colbalt sky.

ORIGAMI
           The creases of us
           Tales of dragons and white ships.
           Neatly folded sheets.

BON VOYAGE
           Like wide sails that cup
           The high winds of this marriage,
           I'm at love's mercy...

OSMOSIS
          Blossoms in spring time.
          Bursts of Japanese kisses.
          How to love haiku.

HOMONCULUS
           Ultrasound preform
           Whose quickened heart is my own:
           A mandragora.

12 STEPS**
           Most Alcoholics
           Who drown in their own thirst know
           How deep "empty" hurts.

BUTTERFLY
          A dangerous thing.
          Inspirations' fragile wings.
          Metamorphoses.

BARRIER REEF
           Great walls dividing.
           Vast cold deeps from Summer seas.
           "Hail Metropolis!"

LOTUS FLOWER
          Morning--Star-burst--bloom.
          Floral crown on tranquil lake.
          She walks on water.

SEAHORSE
          Pregnant father sways
          Rocking chair to Oceans' gait.
          Champions patience's race.

BOMBYX MORI
          White Mulberry leaves,
          Veins of Univoltine wine.
          Silk, worm's waste of time.

ORCHID
          Soft petals open.
          Easy like wild poetry.
          Medicinal muse.

LAVENDER
          How like a feather
          Dancing meadows' Royal hue.
          Perfumes the twilight.

OWL (Query)
          "Who?" Rather than tweet
          In the dark keenly can see
          All her nameless prey.

DEATH VALLEY
          Akimbo cacti
          Off the scenic highway road
          Flail in Hell's hot suns.

TSUNAMI
          Deaths' devastation.
          Chaos drowns all the petty
          Wars and last concerns.

COMMUNING
          These very mornings
          I awe as the blue ocean drinks
          The sky bleeding gold.

DINOSAUR
          All you have are bones.
          Our flesh once Giants : lies, dust.
          My feelings extinct.

SUNFLOWER
          A golden pinwheel.
          Tall and proud, the face of day,
          Burns bright love's bounty.

POPPY
         Her rouge a deep dark
         pharmaceutical Red to
         kiss your pain away.

THE SWALLOW*  
         Rain's graceful feathers.
         The Spring's swift wisps' arriving
         Two Tailed Brothers' Breeze.

ROSE
          No other fragrance
          But from her kiss--sublime songs
          True Love's red flower.

AGUA
          *Siempre Vivir
          Go quench your thirst and your soul,
          'Cuz Life drinks for free.

IN SPRING
           Orange breasted plume.
           A Robin bird trills and swirls.
           Seasoning her nest.

ASPHODEL SNOW
            Gossamer winter.
            The fractal window panes sigh
            white breath of flowers.

LIGHT-YEARS
             Space is Time is Light
             it's speed can measure eons'
             infinite distance.

Thank you...  for if you knew me then,
back when I was frail of will
silence my deniable partner, my youth's imaginary friend
mute - back when I let others decide
for me what was best
if not for them

Then, for everyone else, a circle ****
of leaches & nosforatu
if only you had seen
how I avoided my life like sunlight
taking the quickest way around, no risks
rather than witness each
cacophony of sight and sounds loudly
how a soul awakens
heart hushing night... with you,

if not for you,
how I dove into black fires
of E, K, & G
wishing my days would leave me
dancing and attacking each fiberous
inch of my energy
you would understand me
now - that I am thanking you...
but luckily, you stand in my presence
my spring / of my winters clouded
often cold and uncaring
undecidedly blaring at me

You have broken the spell
for now I have a story
a life I can script in Fairy Tales
because of you, I am as open as branches
and beaches on Summer Days
sunlit happy endings and waterfalls
or of paradise to wash the grime away
I am newly fresh
born to seek my dreams and find golden
blooms of rich bouquets
days so full of quenching my future's thirst

I have learned to drink love again
for that, I thank you...

Now it is yours to nurture
only feed it truth...

A poet has to feel something.

If nothing else

With All things / passionately penned /

Since Many

          have claimed "it's All good"

The things that a poet

Tells / in tapestry / the heart's voice

Like the undulating

Ocean's majesty

The emotions / drips /

scribbled /

Down

On Ethernet / digitized participles /

Note pad paper

Down to inadequate words

It is Written!

On a whim of joyous / pain

Whip it out ...

Something has to be emoted

Everything is  a la carte

So write

Something

In the poetry of / someone /

Not no one's or none-yer / business

A somebody

Who has to feel / this / that

You are

Something.


*(better than nothing)

The Black Friday mobs
Wake at the **** crack of dawn
For the steals and sales.

Landscapes of sound,

Sometimes static   chaos conflicts

Galaxies colliding    

With striking colors beyond human eloquence

Yet to evolve  the emotions we flounder

Within (Without)    Love's

Auspicious spaces  

Sound bleeds and whirls

(Particles pixels portraits)

Beams and waves explodes and implodes

Emotions are similar

And if only these mannequin eyes

Could behold

The ocean of the cosmos

The wide might of infinity

Vast and never void

We would witness the unspoken words

The loud actions of benevolence

Rise above it

The emotions they avoid and drown in

The music is as miraculous as

Love feels....

                     Like wet landscapes of colorful

....Sound.

1

The Socialite Socialist shakes salty soy sauce
On a saucer of Shangai style Shrimp Scampi.

2

Sally ****** Sammy's skinny salami
In her sea-shells' store, selling her Jersey Shores.

The heavy traffic,
An ocean's slow ebbing tide
Our patience drowns in.

My August birthstone.
Stripes of golden Jupiters;
Storms of Summers' Suns.

A Revelation unto me

Speaking feeling into words

Within me saying

Without doubt or fear

Saying:*

"At your mortal sunset
       Your immortal star rises"

"In demensions of spirit and light
       Rules all the realm"

"A-new dawn is also there,
       In the dark opposite-sides"

"Two are One and the same
       Two eyes One cosmic mind"

"The birth of your love,
       A Light come to Life!"


--Spirit of All that is You...

Insecurity* and Uncertainty
Are conjoined twins

At the breast
At the hips
Share one heart

But dreaming minds
Are opposite....

Insecure yearns to learn to know
More of one's strengths
To want / to star / in one's own show

But deep down to just
Be in or have - love,
And have-not the pain of lonely / lost.

While...

Uncertain, a nervous nelly,
Frights at all things,
Knots in one's belly,

Avoids the world, preoccupied
Runs away and closes one's eyes
Still Uncertain
Becomes experienced

A slow student who covets time
And gains wisdom in resilience
Discarding fears of one's own mind...

Both of will
And body grown
Both with heart
Their love has sown

The seeds / kind of ugly
May be the kindest lives

From rough and coal
Becoming
A diamond light...

Inside
One's eyes...
*Behold beautifully

When these days of ours given
mathematical geniuses astrological beasts'
likenesses - to predict a year's character,
which this moment is burdened with
upcoming supposed hardships

like oxen upon the growing fields
(though that animal has known nothing
but to tend its fruition of fertile soil)
we focus with worries interpreted to toil
upon dreading portents from paper place-mats

at East-Met-West dives, eatery-cafe-chinois-cheap
"Which animal falls on your birth year?"
Entertained for a few minutes' read
then emotions in currents associate
horned Two-Thousand-Nine with End Times

Leaving stuffed with after-taste of distractions
day-planner thoughts sifting preparation
and possible aftermath birthdays to come...?
Eyes half-minding the drive home
on interstates turn into a hybrid drone

blank face unflinching - a pondering on doom
wondering how soon?

When our days intersect and collide with each other
almost to the point of not noticing or fugued
Deja Vu - Hindsight blind
because we are engrossed in our daily grinds
disappointments, disillusioned in disbelief

where did that indistructable kid
with mischievous imagination go to sleep?
where did youth misplace its charmed slipper, flee?
Left it behind chasing after Midnight:
dragging and pulling pumpkin seeds with them, mice

hoping for another ballroom
dance with regal dream come-true,
a future prince choosing you - having endured
being good even in chimney soot
and life cat-naps at our desks

employment heavy on our weary flesh
fantasy consumed at lunch in an hour's time
forgetting and ignoring traffic
signs - bright stars or skylines,
eyes wide asleep in living, in sunshine

When our days become half awake
still wide asleep - our vision not quite seeing
how HD crisp beauty slows on dew
or love of life - in radio tunes imbue
days will fly like circus knives

on spinning victim sideshow act
knowing the truth is matter of fact
no better time to live than to feel your moment:
a drop of rain in your hand

Now
wake and be
where you stand...

He conjures conscience
constable of contrived control
pontiff in a pool of dogmas
commanding total touch
filigree lover, a shadow-figure
poses in folds of his focus
I am flush
He is the fury
Two isotopes fashioned for synergy's
ping-pong pleasing poetry
The poise
that invokes,
magic... Sticks and midnight
Strokes.

Magnanimously.

I try to bring love
as if it were the last remedy
in this, our irrelevant reluctance of relish,
our satin satire,

when we swell, swirl, swish
somehow we understand
kindled by this kink
kissed by kismet's lending allure
Luridly
He is the murk
Once I was the pure...

He stirs manx and mesh
a mint-tingle on my flesh
an open oyster
which offers black pearls
And quicksilver hush
Wrapped in a maddening shell
he is my guilty blush
I am his kiss and tell...

Days have ventured by
haphazard-quick
but nevertheless captious
opinionated as a castrated casuist
numb but brain-ready over-drive
constant thickened thoughts
for the next fix...

Whatever city you befriend
whatever your home,
boulevard far or closer Strip
or Suburbia ever-green
she is easy to find
anyone looking
a dirge in their eyes...

As much as one
would like to disappear
with sniffing silence that comes
when the nose itches white wishes
or lungs
burn to breathe
cacophony...

Days will drag on
insect insidiously
all the while, she waits
to enliven Saturday night conversations
becomes geode-gibberish
gladness
from a tunnel of a dollar bill
a straw
she knows / she stands in
whatever city you befriend
whatever your home
she speaks your dry tongue
a language that weeps
escapism
embolism...

She is very forgiving:
the space between numb
& living.

Poetry is

Jump for joy and stabs of sorrow
Sculptor Singing Sepulchers
Molding nights & days
A mash up
Into one and the same
Something brand new
Reinventing
Recollections

Of / For / To  - You
True blue or Red hot stuff
We lie to believe in
Ourselves
Something better / News
Flower Love Child
You had better
Best believe
                        Mudah Truckah!
Poetry is

You.

"Is it the poet who makes a poem, or the poem that makes a poet..."
B.Decatoria.

Our dear,

Poor Poet rich with words

Imagines heaven

Though feeling pain

As he sweetly speaks

Softly

About Love

He's been dreaming

To have, having none of that / of theirs

The same kind / gift /

Freedom without needing

Yet having no money to be so

Free

To fill the pages of this story...

Won't Cha? --Hell,

I wouldn't but they'd **** for it:

Papal / Power / Paper

Control over the masses

But No, not my brother, he's my heavy

Not the earthly wonders

In the brown deep eyes

Of mothers

And see into mine / our hours

The surfaces reflecting

Of Love

The poetry of us,

Dearest

Poor Poet rich with words...

When we were the "Little Ones"

Adored

Trying to figure out the world

It's contradictions

I'm sure we all were

Gaga goo goo

Observing and mimicking

Developing

Eyes

How to see the reality

In front of us and how to

Look,

To find what pulls us

Forward seeking

Passions of Existence

To find One/self     to belong...

In the experience that is

Symbiotic

Shapes a whole of a world

As its people-folk-kindred

Family and meaning

Be Purposeful

The Quests are placed before us

Implored by life to explore,

Grab it by the horns

And dream big

All the s'more's!

Remembering when I was yay big

I did not think to see

The moments of / by "needing"

To ask those big questions...

Who am I?

(I was a kid then, pulled out of poverty
  The third world minutiae,
  Happy go lucky with happy meals
  Happy childhood)

Why am I here?

(Back in the day I worried mostly
  Disappointing my mother & god
  Got good grades a decent good boy-guy)

What is the purpose of All this?

(Who am I asking all this, why?)

Who do we answer to?

Will looking up fall on bended knee
Shouting at the sky
Answer you?


When in my awakened grown ups

Experience I learn I realized

I was always searching for the Truth

In all of this...

          For true love

                 For  A life as golden

Not with such riches

But the preciousness of births

Hearts that resounds absolute

With Beloved.

Those who rise above it.

When they want
For wealth and gold and pearls

They will rip it from your
Hands and from the clam,
With the hunger of lust and malice

Swallowing life whole
The lost thieves of old...
Those who only feed the wolf
Loving dogs for more than thee.

It's curious to think
They presume that it is wealth
That heaviness of gold  
Just A mystic rock just melted chains.

The other a product of invertebrates

To lug about with them
Their wares
**** Flashing all who happened by
Their wares
There's no use for a sack of pearls

When here we get
And get got
Seed
           Fertile minds
A wealth unmatched
Seeds
[Point to the temples of our skulls]
Sow there
A chain of pearls...

How I should want
To learn from the honor
Of good fathers
Great pearls of their wisdom

How I should rather covet
          the wisdom of a clam
How an alien looking thing
          Under endless canopies
          Of un drinkable seas
Could be awarded / afforded   "Creation"

(You better should know)

The artistic hand of  Masterpiece
Shaping all
Opalescence
                  Almost to the utmost
Diamond cuts

How godlike is this gift
From the mouth
Like the clam ...

What treasures could be better heard
When all the world
Spoke Love
The language of divine "Creation."

A Toast to Heaven.
Chrysanthemums igniting
The night's colbalt skies.

The morning ***
Before head
back to work
This Jay Oh Bee
B is for Business / Bull Dooky

"It's just Bid ness"

No Justice
The menial  
Minimum wage / Slave to NEED
Gotta have purchase
Gotta buy to eat
Nothing comes for free

Except / accept

That moment
The whole world fears...
DEATH.
We sware to
Vanity
A Slave  - yes Sam, I am
I tell you this,
what I saw, we done-did seen...

White Grey hound buses
Parking in our Plaza
Spilling out the Orient,
          Snapping pictures with Samsungs
While I did smoke
An Ultralight One-Hundred
          I got the sense,
That they were surveying the area
Pointing forefingers painting
Tree
Miming
Expansion
GPS  e s p
Architects of
Pleased with themselves
The language of enigma
Listen
To their chatter
            chinking
Foreigners they used to be

Historical predictions now

What landscapes will look like
When remodeled
(...misguided projectiles....)

A bigger Little Korea Town

Over run...

It's the feeling
That must be panic
It's the feeling
Of being surrounded
By enemy foe
By animal control
Their tranqs. Nets & leashes,
Stunners at the ready...

Pzzt and sshhzzz....
Static mind games
Phones smarter than us,
Of course

We all FaceTime with touch screens
I'm no different,
Press Menu, the date and time
                       It's only 5 minutes 'til...
Light another ***
Before I get started ...

Here, my J.o.b. Is being...
The only employee "who a-speak a-only
English"
"Only a-one language"
Hehehe *** emoji!

Less than zilch.
Became
Like a spy spying secretly
Inside his own
Country / nation / tribe
Of the people, all
men are creating
Our own inequalities...

Done-did see, oh say so

We'll get - done got toked
Peace pipes, petrol
and the joke goes
"There's this bus, and them opportunists...
Blueprints, dispensaries,
The Imminent war..."

(Even the church has history
With puffs
            Of black and white
Rising
             Smoke / gag reflexes /
The Coughing it up)

Chang Cha-Ching!
Money.

Smoke brakes over
Gets back
To the factory
Line
Chain Gang am/way

Cracking whips on backs of us
Of those who still worship
The lamb...  Yes I am
To Uncle Sam :
In the way, another obstacle

In the way of progress
Prehistoric pedestrian painted in the landscape
Sooner pushing
Out of the way

For supermarket boulevard malls
Catering from cowering from defeat
Mean streaks
Bomb shells
Mad money and a piece
       "Glocks, 45colts, semi automatics
        *******' Guns
For the **** storm hustle...!"

Every conversation started
Shaft all up in your grill
Every question an appeal
Digging
For information is power
Axing who you be?

I works at the grocers
In the ****** area part of town
Across the ways from the dispensary
(**** Chung winks at chuck wagons)
Says I gets discounts
With my marijuana card,
Prescription coupon
******

A regular
Opportunist.

Yelp! Hollah!

we Gots what you really need
       It's only business
Don't take it personal
Minions of E.T

But Still... there is no justice....

We Prey on the Lambs
And tell ourselves to
Doubt slowly
             "Just you wait / they'll see...
Dawn will break"
Ever
Clear of smoke, no doubt

The open minds, eyes,
Done did and able to see...
The invasion
Gots
Intellectual property

Karma will be a *****
On dinosaur bones
In the crude that burns the sky
And the smoke
Breaking
Our bad /

bubble...

FIN.life.
Choke.

Reticent in his ruminations:

Excalibur sometimes sheathed in stone.

Candelabras in castles of his imagination

Likens not to bloom to vain applause

Uninvited eyes of guillotine judgements

Sensitive as he is to compliment guffaws

E**eks out existence, collecting curiosity & moss...

After the preaching is

Done-finished picking at the scabs

Of our guilt,

At week's end / day of rest;

When we almost had it gone

Forgotten

From our minds...

It's a kinder kin to amnesia

A softer fog of fugue

A healing art of our brain farts,

Not soaking in shame's

Diminishment

Or stewing in self helps

"Deliver us!"          bow down genuflect

But then again

Here we are together to gather

Uncomplainingly

Complacently listening

Absorbing every lash

Of the metaphorical whip,

To be guided back to good

The sermon for the humans that we know

We are -- unworthy

But willingly we suffer

The word...

On how to be just like

The lamb...


So afterwards, when after we've been

Emotionally & verbally punctured

Full of hollow

We are holes unworthy

Of being

Made whole...

Or so, we've been told

It is written.


So then let us meet for homily

After King James harangues us

His version of fellowship,

Let us have verbal

******* with the word.

Perhaps over supping

Or during beer & NFL

Or some blood

Sport

Non-emasculating

Reminding us how

Weekends roar

And Life is

Worth more

Than the inner wars

We are ourselves

Fighting.

After the sermon,  

Let's have true verbal

*******.

(Without a shred of guilt.)