LIL KALEIDOSCOPE

Peering through her smile
little sister's pinwheel flight
twirling motley skirts.



TOMB

Monuments of yore
stone temple sarcophagi
old gods' buried thrones.


DUSK

Poignant and dark faced:
sinking eye reflect cold depths...
I see how it feels.

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

Is it insomnia
when I don't care for sleep?

The sort of sleep that is belligerent
interruptions at each half past
in the middle of every hour,
intervals of interlopers
awoken by invisible passersby
floating enemies striking me
with the hatred of their kinesis
cerebral lightning at my heart
or attempts at my suffocation
as I wake to a coughing start,
intruders invading my dream mind
as well as its peace

anything that would hurt me
they revel in my breaking,
I can hear the clicking of laughter
of teeth...

Deserts and all our cities
should have crickets,
yet Vegas feels like its been dying
the quiet now replete
no chirp of the lucky bugs
nor busying of bees with their buzz
rather its the fizzle of neon panic
the beatitude of cheats
the machinations of gamblers' defeat

or sometimes mostly
this deep in the twilight
a swarm of Ninjas, Suzuki, Kawasaki roars
toward their kabuki foot rubs
a twenty gets you a dub
rub you long time
for an hour behind red doors

Try to spank myself to sleep
if not to exhaustion,
but I can still hear the distant piercing
screaming
of latter days & soilent green
the secret war as alien is to any sound
sleep.

They look like people
we look like meat,
the living dead
their sake's flesh
all torn away and beat
up like faithful lovers that creep
seduced by the sluice
of the street / symphonies,
of rocket ship Discovery

Can't turn the volume down
in the black of night
when my mind's eye
is behind a veil
in the dark of 2:22
(in recovery)
and still the aliens
wretchedly wail...

whilst i'm
slumming in attempts at slumbering,
the greys are watching
humans lumbering
               and *******
two twenty two
in the dim
twilight
morning...

In cyber web paradigms
Reverse engineers
The digital pages without burning
Tree skins /
The doors to red rooms
Price and auctioning
                   bargaining
Yodeling

Between the crevasses

Again gone after
A mind's blown my own
To finally have
Known

Bit /coin
The mountainous wealth
We face booked them

Sure, they gave a billion
To
Their own
Flash
mobs invested
Our empty pockets

Making rich those atop the pyramid

Inventor of a log / a  rhythm / rolling
One's and zero's

Now two / later three

Bytes the Nth
mega giga terra
meta zed
Physics bits
Your name is a coin
In VR

You
Plus infinite
***
Ads for the upper echelon
Another plane
Light'ning catches
Fire
The .com pheromone
The internet was made for
****...

Vendors selling airwaves
To the thirsty
Low on HP
Low T
And A's

Tag them in collars
Type-o
"******" say
"She's Cray Cray"
For you her boo

for French
Vuitton
Yves st. Laurent
Fashion
Bleed
Proud
For bags
"Be Prada"
Butch / queen /
Trans
Phat & devilish...

(Passionate for always shopping)

Hooked
Trending now
The acid rain...

And as a poet
like most addicts,
Not wit
Or swift to seeing
20/20
Foresight

To have not known
Our common logic gone lost
The white blinding
Not a light
Happy to pursue
Joyful is the chase
***** cash
Let's talk waste...

Poor

When it comes to
Fairness
Of all ours
Equal opportunities
Better that we should
Have
Known.

The irony,  its truth...

Possessions
Posing
When they had it all that time

"What's that?"
Nothing dears

It's not important,
it's only air
And water and land
Milk and honey
Money pit sink holes
And solar flares

Your home
Your soul
Su casa

"God did not
no such **** thing
He gave them ****!
They own not us
They own
Nothing!"

Says me maw
and heehaw
In their Caribbean spa....

Who dat in there?

The cyber wars
So long ago tomorrow's
Been won,
Big brother's page
Is chalk lines full
Of all our pictures
And conversations
radio static
Lo a rhythm of old
Dots and
Dashes
Sos

"God help them, mother /he said
If he gets angry so hot
Come from the Apple's
i Cloud
He might...holy
****
Aye caramba!"

The end

Will

Be it thunderous

Frozen still wide
Awoke
Now
That
        we let go  
(Not my humanity)
Instead rather
Of greed / malicious lust /
the listlessness

The hunger
Of mine mind mines
The business of
Heavy
A currency of make believe
The reality
That we slave...

We are forced
Of a kind
(Murderous words and fife)
Now out with "old hat"
A.i. Simon says
Like / share / post
Atomic

Advertise and
Purchase the cool whips
Addictions
IT gurl
“Everyone I’d doing ****”
Juke joints littered with points.
So...
Hip

Hops
As Pops chugs tin

"I think I can
I think I can -- Blogs"

A you tube channel for
All
Joses who can see

Jiggle jangling
Jugs
and tambourines
Shake it out
Walk it off

An de Le

i miss my space,
Something for Reals
Where I can place
The pieces of my life
The art I write
The movie of my reality tv

Lets kik it / lets snap chat

In my spoken word
Get to know
who I be

Hello my name is __

Poetry.
My Non-other
Me.

Separate not Equals.
"If you're talking, you're breathing"
Under Chauvin's knee.

Kamikaze bees
Death by jacuzzi drowning
In boiling chlorine.

Three not blind, with cardboard sign
In Bold black sharpie ink,
Reminding neighbors of common mind
Kindly give a drink.

They put together what coins collected
A combined sum of wine or beer
Teamwork in winter cold deflected
Lessens the pangs and concrete tears

The guys are yours and also mine
Uncle grandpas and bro's alike
Vegas Christmas for good guy joe
The traffic lights as mistletoe

Blue concrete here as harsh as snow
With mobile bedroom / shopping cart
Grey as grime of blankets, throws
And layers of sweaters with reindeer art

With what I know and what I lack
Cannot and does not change the facts
They have melted into the city scene
If only I could gift wrap peace...

They could be you, your neighbors' drunk
Who's wives have left them in their dust
I wonder if they are thankful to wake
Or has the morn gone sour in shame

When day is gone, traffic at night glows
Green, yellow, red artificial burning coals
As the ground shines blue and gutter grey
Drains the fight inside as they walk away

We all become prisoners
Unable to make a change
For now at least make it merry
Till the sun returns in May

The cardboard sign reminds the bus
In this moment we are the same...

Now bold to keep hold
of child idle wishes,
when in all a boy's life
the bliss is true with kisses.
Verbose promises mostly misses.
&
What is corporeal is made real
in beloved eyes' appeal
yet just one is giving real deepnesses,
heaven half realized in their weaknesses.
&
A young sunken heart congeals.
Framed in little honest pictorial pieces.


(Can you see the furrowed brow
Consternation crinkles his babyface)
&
No kisses but fish lips in wallet sized b&w
No love lost boys of Indian summer nights
I see with my mind the questions wade
Discovery of Why oh why
“Kawawa mo” sadly see it on his face.
&
In wallet sized black and white, kids in
Photo booth time machine, young trysts
Proof of life, fake smiles in matte finish
Click click flash, wishful first kiss missed.

Condoms, oil burners, shattered glass

The homeless homies homemade shizz

Now Chris can't sit still in class

Pounding the pavement with kisses to heaven

All hustlers sell

Dippin Dots

Wrapped in latex

Liquid to vapor overkills

The loss of will

From after parties after hours

Romancing the ******

On the corners

Quag **** hits schism

Asphalt littered with

Shattered flowers

Them chicks on the streets

Ladies of the night

Its matter of fact

Mr. Hightower / boulevard's class

For the hard ***

**** poor "G" learning how

To trample through his ghetto

As she masters each one

******* hand / jive and mashed

Chris and his gang

Up for sale (hot-**** **** jello *****)

For white hyperions and

Black mellow

Cached

Out / yellow bellied / thin

Such barefooted souls

Marrow

Easiest to break

When already hollow...

(Guilt and shame is a gun

To the temple

And heart

Chambers

Such souls all hollow)

Those Outs Within...

Oh, The Bronx in the rain:
Slick city stones'         somber gloom

Oh late afternoon
so overcast with blues,
     Navy : leaves in tinsil sheen,
     Midnight : music and
Sapphires 

Where jazz becomes a dancing shadow
beneath light post misty
gold.

...

Outside the bricks are just bricks
but down there
lo lovers' tight embrace
in the fallow light showers
catching all eyes keen
to their PDA
(Public displays of affection)
as well as mine wide
Attention
Peliculas and tall stories
From a brown stone perch
while traffic whirls
           sleep now hurries
the city is slow as thunder rolls

loud
as blacktop oil slick roads
heavy as gutter water to
asphalt bones
This towns historic

Time stands still

In lovers hallmark corners shack
All wet in the gills,
fish kisses taught kids
how honey smacks
now that the audience is frozen
With anticipation,
binocular eyes
                          snapshot a Banksy / Monet
meadows of
raindrop brush strokes
chaos maelstrom
Wet dreams rivulet

All the while I am
Dry inside
Dying here!
At a pause / intently / intensely
watching
               neighbors in hooded moods.

This reminds me
how it must of felt / now
in this commotion
by mere emotions
so reminiscent

of the weeping and pain

wordless script
scene not heard
inside I'm still dry and
                            dwelling...
In need or is it wish
beginning to purr?

Still, in this stone dwelling
I am dry inside
         Trying to hide not
                         looking down
on those love birds,
A misty glow
               and oh suddenly
how I drown
when the two finally kiss...

drowning
        
                      without.




EMPATHY.

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.

[The definition found in "Dictionary.com" for this unique word states:
ADJ. --"Existing or being everywhere, especially at the same time; omnipresence.."]

This is how-my heart gleams
brilliant and gold
to shower you with love like this

a light like mine
exists where We is
it's hearts all over / I *heart U
universe
          at the same time, "Jinx !"
As close to a curse as it comes,
except for the karats / kids
too heavy to dangle - "Bling!"

But with you
means Nothing to want
when every head light
could be an accident waiting to happen,
like deer in head-lights
Director yells "Cut"
fade to white...out...
          "Frozen
all at once snowball fights"

Music is ubiquitous
            the many places all at once ...
inside my ears . you are breathing . there
inside my heart, between my legs,
the laughter so hard weeps tears
of joyful Art
Thou

Such sound is Love...

Wafting Out
tongue out / thin wafer /
emaciates my tongue into a dry
bed of lake
waiting for the fish to rain...
So i had to swallow

This is symphony
at the tip top / very up / Up
One and only
who made this moment
made you swallow
           the body of guilt
Down the gut and gullet / hard kicks
                                               getting some kicks
                                    Off the Quick...
                            Listen
(closely) (at the time)
                            The heart is flesh of sacred jewel
batteries my family too...

This is Symphony,
             not just yours or mine or there's
             something missing
nothing to have to steal
(Need'Em)
we will enjoy all of it together
so close the **** / deal...

Are you really listening.
This is Symphony...

@ @ @

Like Milk
Growing newborns suckle
Needs
to live and who knows...
what his future needs
of him to be      "a Scmucker's"
Big wig big kid  
Living the Fat life of never hungry
watching others hunger
ladies first mother *******
mammy glands
swollen
like the breast
you newborn yesterdays
suckle to stay alive
Like Milk
        
Enrichment is Ubiquitous...

Let our Truthfulness
Lancelot-honor / our weapons of
be-knighted strengths against
the swarm of lies
out numbered weakened from hours
hollow / of virtues heavy
the shadow is blinding --corner-- one's fears:

the strings of puppet can be cut...
       and the weight of a good throwing
stone to be thrown
as weapon for many mini Davids
a toy of boyhood
let us go ward off
Nosferatu / Boogeyman / Heavy
Blind's sake
            For Goodness will Wake

            For you light me up
Your Love glows             Ubiquitous
A Star Sun Burst / Vector / Upside Downs
All around and all at once
at the same time

Such Luminosity is Love...

Light is Ubiquitous. Genuflect.

Amen to Love! Amen.

(We're all Dancing)(All)(at the same time)
For you Art. Symphony.

I *heartLove

Swaying in the snowfall

Bodies closely dancing

Melting the snowflakes

Butterfly kisses from Winter

Her magical whimsy

Crystalline mysticals

On nose and eyelashes

Holiday sprinkles

Mistletoe and thaw

Swaying in the snowfall

In our warmth

There’s magic in this Love.

Oh my dearest Life,
Oh soul of mine,

Oh heart!

Imperfect within this mortal coil,
Within our ribs a cage,
Perfectly attuned to love and hate
To sky and soil,
The rage of dying days...

Oh how like the wind that craves
to rush with sighs,
To fly, to wish,
My yearning dreams doth the same
For substances of lips
Made flesh from kiss
As corporeal
Your touch since, missed
Lingers still ...

Oh when I close my eyes
How perfect my ignorant bliss
Oh I pine to fly
Away from the ache of this

My imagination's lovely will
And lovelorn heart,
Fallen apart and untouched still...
Influenced by a fantasy
A childish kind of mind, of flesh,
Eyes blinded by your brevity:

The beauty of Days' caress
Brilliant in its levity
Poetic in its might :
The heart's glowing light!

Oh Beloved!
Oh divine destiny,
Infinite and true
Keep close my soul
To find always you...
Oh ever after
Ignite my starry wish
Beyond this mortal flesh

Oh heart
Oh soul
Oh heaven in my chest!
I love you still
(And always will)

Even unto death...

Does  not need to be neither
whether dark,
milk, white or
Andes' mint greener
they all are pleasant
in feature
like

smooth footsteps upon the tongue

plush / sweet :
                      puppy-love puddin'

the suckle way it melts
dissolving
like velvet quilts down the throat

palate-warm
exaltations' high
like dolphin skin / leaps in sun light

then the
spider feet / goose-flesh
endorphin chill of skin
after such a chess game - consumption
bemoan a second piece
hugs & kisses again & again


all the while,
chin, cheer
ear-to-ear
smile

no nuts /  caramel / nougat
just a valentine peace
so pure in promise

a pip / of inner profanity
a lift from life's lemon-sanity

a silent ****** in the lungs

Smooth footsteps upon the tongue...


Chocolate.

You are
worshipped
like a regal gilded thing,
charismatic and proud
you are

A people pleaser
with a stern strength
like stone
a face
within a smile
which outshines and belies
the mysteries beneathe
kept well away
those closest
have the faintest of clues
the best of you
learned & removed
A people pleaser

And still
they run to you
in babbles
in gaggles
in herds
to catch you speak
songs of birds
nightingale
hyperkind words
that lift
hope and fallacies
your friends far from plenty
a people pleaser
And still

They covet the time
when you christen the dusk
full of stars and its dust
in their weeping eyes
shower you with adolation
gifts of virgins
virtues
or savage relations
They covet the time.

You are
their lord of lush
their harbinger of pleasures'
promise
a great septre
to baptise them
of sin
release
You are

A man
in a crowd,
pulled in all directions
loud in your reflections
fair to those you meet
shelter them
those heavy
with concrete
streets
A man

And how a man becomes king
your passion and touch
which outshines and belies
lost lust
and a wuthering
heart
of lions
if only they knew
of what I know
of you
with me
we start anew
I am the evidence
another apostle
disassembled
apart I'd
die
unknown
how change is noticed
like a shadow
underfoot
or a deed behind a grin
a footnote
of your transformation
a light
within.
Eye am the evidence
How a man becomes
                                      King...



*(Love is the crown
and you are chosen...)

“The Old man could never be this Cool”
Says the little lonely Boy walking to school.

The severity of the seriously
scientific professoring of poetic licenses

severing limbs

and one's sanity to turn

into a lackluster one dimensional

word

for word

matter of fact,    i.e. Flat.




Now there is research and refined references

like mad-haired alchemists

having mixed two tinctures

wrongly

             such liquids

exploding

whilst hypothesized

unremarkable through their myopia

faces intimate with the thickest book

make out session

with the obtuse...




A bureau, hmph

an organization dismissing the muses

and the breath

that we devour




a study on the facets

and romance

with life

              written art works

            spoken odysseys

magnanimous numbness of verb




magic of lustrous *******

of star crossed

tempests

evermore a ravenous

soul




Poetry needs no bureau




The heart is only

a lonely hunter

if love were not its prey




to feel free

and truly alive

is the honest purpose

of the written and spoken

word

of poetry

of art     of happiness

dancing the night away

in sonnet streets




who do we endeavor to example

when it is our own pen that must bleed

the awful truths

that needs combustion

the foreplay of time / life whispering in italics

beautifully

breaking down




laughter's tintinnabulations

all the world

all the life        

            our Oyster...




But seriously tho'

what the dealio...?




when I want to hear

a fearless something

soaked

and sensual

and real




so good

the words       bleed    rain

beaus

utter not

the words not words but




electricity

inner watercolors murals

from the emotions

this art dreams

intermingling

touching prose of roses

its scent a ghost

thick in the recollection

of farewells




the experiences we parallel

all in literary gusto




somehow

communication

erected from **** tube boxes

and artifice waves of wide webs




the slang   jive  

secret languages whined

signs and pics

depicts inflicts these times

slays the joy




and lovely words

of tiding    of wise sayings

you say

with Monet expressions




your a lovely day

ignite me

         the Beloved / the songs

the sun

a face of love

a glow




Do you feel me?

lub dub     lub dub




the haiku sonnet odyssey

poetry

that is Life...







Today's lesson -

(seriously)

go learn to fly




a kite.

Now I can understand why
They self medicate

Now the weight of the world
Fallen on me

The heaviness of mid-life
Not yet having lived one

Here,
Where it is hot all the time

And hurriedly we go
Like on hot coals

Like in a hell made
Of us consuming ourselves
Sin city
Fake
           A life I cannot take...

AUSPICIOUS     Spaces
STAR-ship  to   Space-MEN

The Heart is (ART) to HEAVEN

Inside the LIGHT of Good.

AUSPICIOUS' de fini tion :
"Favored by Fortunes--Promising
Success--Prosperous--just Fortunate"

The Great EVENT - an Occasion!

L i f e  - I don't sweat it.
She's the most beautiful BLUE

PLANET in the Galaxy

"Milky my mother makes me drink"
For the good of my health and eye-sight-bones.

I tell myself "I want to Feel as BIG as I sEe"

I Look up at HEAVEN
Feeling the B I G  Upthere NOW
I See...

We were always celestial
But for now just.        Earth HEAVY...

Although I feel
As midlife as the crisis of my panic
Living hurriedly

Even so
I think and act like a twenty something
Pining for substance

When I realize now-a-days
This **** reality stinks
This forty second anniversary

A year of so-so
A somewhat some say sore
Wanting something more

Than invisible

Although it's true
There is wisdom with being
A lone leaf on the wind...

My rocket has yet to come
Comely
I try patience
Then think again
Bigger
Dares to dream again
Reminding myself
Believe

Of more
Of you
With me.

*(Can't wait for forty three)

Forgiveness is forsaken

By all

Knowing love Is unconditional

Showers down on us

Like cats and dogs

Quiet storms

From father’s mothering

Gone now from above

Goodness gracious be

Infinite the sky to see

Cloudy days, stars at night,

Supposedly

Life Is written in illuminating light

Across the vacuous void

Proofs and blooms of nebulae

The shapes of the known

Formulae

A Universe within

Forgiveness not forsaken

Perhaps forgotten

About the times of us

Milky ways

Swirling dance of dust

Who’s asking

Who for whom

Bells tolling tongues

Naming the wizard a man

In odds within

Oz

Looking for idols of immunity

No way out but falling

Up

Or In love

The rain seems the only thing

Forgiving

Lately

Its begotten cold.

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)

Trans
Lucent/Soul
              Exude inner Glow
You are unique, endangered
You know
              Love
Trans
Parent/Soul
                       Shine
You are kind / one of a kind
(Even inside
Don't cry)

There're none
Like you, who
                 Love
Although

Trans/ient
           A Fish-Sparrow
Elsewhere here
After/
         Glow.

Trans
Migration
Ocean sky space void
Lo & behold...
More than girl or boy
Trans
Figuration
Of choice
Freely
Lovely
Of souls... Go
A star of the nights
Trans/
Formation
Explode!

Supernova brilliance
Beyond
Transience
In Betweens
Life you've known ?
You go girl/oh boy....

Fish/sparrow
Sparrow/fish
                 New Soul  
     ( Oh joy....wish. )

Poppers and pour homme

Video head crisp

And clean

Thirty three...

Boy's first whiff and whippets

In balloons

Inhale until it's banana peel

Flaccid...

Laughable word

Whole situation absurd.

...

Now that I'm cut

Body bait

In a glass house

Of men

Stuffed like a clown car

Their fat lip smiles

Artificial

Canine rictus

Taking whiffs for blood

In the humid beach air...

It smells like a boy's

First play date

First of everything

Daddy fox hole slings

Party N Play

With favors and favors old men

But I was thirty three

But I was the bait...

It smells like Dolce

And Gabana

Cabana boys and

Poppers.


*(It smells like lost spirit)

My overweight little old dog

Nudges my cheeks

Out of sleep

Waking me

In a way Telling me

He's about to **** the house!

Quickly now I take him out

To the Front patch of lawn

Now frigging covered in freezing snow

The early morning storm, winter-silent

The sky thick-grey with flurrying

Falling snow

****! It's really coming down

Hard

To believe, almost apocalyptic

Snow in Sin City!

Someone tell Trump this is "Global Warming”

A desert dressed in glowing snow.

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...

She sells to me
Bittersweet
The symphony of seas of
Concrete
Life
Off shoreline
Timeshares near volcanoes
Sally old Betty
Once sold seashells
Drowned years before
What sold me had me
@ hello poetry:
The other shore
A flight
Amphitheater life
   &
       Home
Seashells on the
Seashore...

1.
"Oh Mighty Mighty!--you
sure look / Good tonight..."

When James Brown Yelps
HEY!
And sometimes you got to
when you feel it
getting down
that funky-fresh-flow groovy
groove is in the heart
of hearts of mother
(of fathers - who also know - love)
We band
together under
                           One Sky-father-mother-Earth
Word?
For the birds... "So get on up!"
Be---a living machine
with dreams of all things
yet imagined / to be --scene, yet not seen...

You are home to me.

2.
Take a look-see
In and through your own telescope
the magic of galaxies
far away dreams
                 The rings of Saturn
cosmic stuff made of stars
beyond this drab daub of a pebble

Supernovae

That's what we become
un-imaginable - Wonders - Awe
by the Light / blinded / in the dark is
a mind with no heart.

So preacher what you know?
Take me to mass/service
             (***** Bible needle words
                sticks out tongue
                because the money pays the bills)
And still,
Out there is Scary-big
Space-Time
The Infinite
Its cold vast Silence / Say nothing / shhh...
you've gone (lost) to **** yourself
Still the Masterpiece shines your light
Within Without (breaking nails)

Without sight we are merely
the Walking Dead gawking
attracted to Loud
                     explosion - sounds - brain - flesh
So desperate to reach it
so reach out...
At the light so bright / truth is:

3.
If you've got no Bic
any tiny flick
flash of candle-wick
Have no Halogen no halo glow
you're blind in the dark
absolutely
                quality is unbecoming
when none of them have the truth / is
bright is light...

Who what when how
or where - are you now?
Still only a mold of clay, waiting
for your hands

Not yet even
a meteor floats amok
Nor yet from a dwarf --to a star...
oh lil Celebrity fire!

4.
The glow I see
Within you (beyond burning)
tho' outside of you unbecoming
your Heart of Gold
is still worthy of so
much
more than something
(going blind)

Oh Mighty Mighty!
I dance the body
Electric-you
Always still All my Love
is you
and someone else may
            Hey-yelp!
            "Just you was doing you!"
For you...

Rather I will paint the galaxies

Lovely
             Art
The Quintessence
  
Above.
           All.
                 You.

Before that Final day
dictates the Sounds & Furies
as All as eye
for you by you
the minutia dress of un-success
dross and bullets
butterfly wings beautiful
garbage
gots to sho-fo...

Before the infinite space eyes
scrutinize
on that final day
beyond spatial searching
for good graces
like light being recognized
love on all faces

on that last day having failed
our Mother's womb
this fine fine fortress of a home
evergreen--sea--sky--blue
if Absolute were upon us
curtains and swan songs
for Georges and Gorgeous dreams
this beautiful jetsam
garbage heap
from Rosetta ashes
with form from crushed cosmic soups

a stone
spinning kaleidoscope
at most, spheres
with tearful fears
bewilderment cheers
heavenly lungs vying
all of us here impatiently dying
everyday with the sun

Wait for the Father's love
to once again save us
before the infinite
upheaval...

Upon piles and piles of off-putting
garbage heaps
a child is picking up things
anything of value
something of sustenance
lessons of happenstance

And Low! It is not good...
All are our children - being denied food & mirth
But what is a song to a diminished bird?
no cage more cruel than loss of life's worth
the tossed away

little tiny
shavings from the noble
mettle from Excalibur's dross
diamonds glittering nightime gowns
picking up trash in prestine dresses?
babies precious lumps of coal
with little value
but our future blessed...

In the heart's sacred berths
Love upholds
Life more than gold...

Because... Day oh!         Mi za Day - oh!
Daylight has come..."

(Home = Priceless)

To mull about

The haunts we are bound

Foggy cemeteries of cubic square feet

The days of purple haze

Of sallow street cars, street lamp, lamp light

Loss of desire

Pop another oxy-hydro-fire

To be able

To muck about

With abandon the abandonments

Numb battlements   / "Hoorah!"

Numb the pain

With derivatives

From ******* plantations

Lingering ghosts on our minds

So many now we prey

But with a side affect of try

Holding in your **** for three plus days

So as not to feel

Not at all

Not even the rage

We keep and hold inside our cages

Proclaiming to hallelujah

Freedom

We fight for the countries

And mystic kingdoms' reign

Because nothing takes away

The pain

Like Hydro Oxy foxy pills

Self medicate down wind of will

If unaffected "consult your physician"

At the edge of the stage making it rain

The business of death

If you still feel -- and war will

Give you bad dreams and migraines

Pop another pill

Jagged not to feel

The muck-about days of

Constipated steel

Numbingly unreal...

This is what it's like : life on the toilet.

Get off the ***

Can't give a ****

Like this bowel movement

My heart has called it quits

To all that unholy *******.

THIRST


Oh hollow Thirst!  

How it drowns life's liquid scenes,

All trenchant memory now

dries the tongue;

When recollection swims with dire aches

In the stomach lingering

Deserts  

once oasis-providence:

              the ease of us

              sifting with the sand

Minutes limpid between caress

Creation our chalice overflows

Quenching in and each other

Love for water

As the hours go touching vastness'

That open us / our heaven's sky :

Illuminating in you

Both assuage and succor...

          But I am drought and man

          Flesh heavy / crawling through

         War's searing hills

         Chafed of what made me fearless . . .

         A Traveler discarding haste,

Still Thirsty for those palm trees’ shading moments

Still just pictures of bodies felt

and yet still feeling.


It is as though an affliction’s game

To wait

Between search and weaning

No swift elixir

I am just a bare tree leaning

praying for love's rain...


This Thirst is deeper than remembering

The drink that once was Us.


.  .  .  .

HUNGER

Halcyon: bathing in your adoration,

Nothing so sinful, or miniscule, as to need

Redemptive rinses and the spirit

When we were

As what we only knew how to be

Ourselves yet together sharing feasts


Which we lay out for each other

Ceremonious only through having its discovery

Knowing to trust in this (which is between us)

Oh How to feed the hunger I have longed for

Softer than the dew on skin

When we have the outdoors with our mischief

Attentive as the grass when we look within…



These eyes that pierce me now

Understanding / how my breath shivers

With the slight tips of tender fingers

Through a body famished and weakened,

Needing

The food from in between kiss and spark

On a smile that shares heaven’s glee

In each other’s sensations, feeling the answer

Rather than being told to eat



Reverie of wines tasted, the lifting of all things

To a memory, yet not having the full course

Of dining with serenity, finding that destiny

Has yet to begin

When love was the race I was questioning

Kind supposedly human

And dreams came true with happy endings?



Hunger can make the world seem cruel

When we give up on searching for meaning

We ourselves make

The feast from meals

with our believing …

Cuz because the love of parents
should not would not will not lie
nor must not be not ever denied

Be respectful and confide, fearless with truth;
since love itself is mostly
if not only always right
Cuz because our hearts are wise
(Remember be good in kind...)

So then guardians will and trust
and must keep an eye,
though their words are of instruction,
with logic and reason - what if and why,
assist in the up lifting of our futures' minds

Yet remain the reminders of follies before
and guide with guiltless light

Look 'em in the eyes!

Cuz because Love don't lie,
it's alright
let them wander beyond the shore
have 'em ready at the door
say "I love you"
all the while
living anew your wan of life

Keeping in touch
still keeping an eye
cuz because it's never too much
loving wise parents
are allowed to gush...

and to the mindful ascendants
the children we adore
it would be kind to do your darnedest
make us proud
stay true and warmest with every smile
often visit with laughter loud,
And sit and talk for awhile...

Cuz because
our circle is / of Life
wraps itself back around
yes, would be wise to love 'em Now...

Cuz just because.

Trace their patterns, paths of strings

Hastened-like colors like bird-less trees

Epitaph-Web of confusions nesting.



Say, my love, do not retire there

Each kiss of light at Dawn,

Absolutes of their belief gong wrong.



Open eyes to sky come rain or fall,

From “gray” minds, another pavement…



Truth changes still the drink of Us,

Reasons they misplaced The Reason since

Every day I am found!

Every lost starlight hour!

Surrender not Love in the Mountain’s arms…

Two Southern gentlemen,
plantation and slave owners,
bought and trained men to be the best money can buy

Now as the gulf of Mexico burns in the setting sun's fire,
they sit on one or the other's porch,
drinking hard lemonade, the night's stars
darkening ire

talking business of live stock
and the business of men's flocks
the possessions taking hold of manifest
and the destiny of days
here, where the bayou houses the cold blooded

crocodile swamps
mangroves of varied prey

the two masters drawl over thus gifts
plentiful bounties
the run of the land his forefathers conquered
the import of luxuries
goods and good with their hands

such machinations lead to displeasure
when the threat stems from
ebony treasures,
the stallion studs and fillies
like objects owned

not within the eyes will a predator recognize
that the hunger for the prey
is the same game  that masters and slaves
have played...
(better recognize)

''''''''
*"When did mine Negroes begin to behave so...so..."

"Niggaredly?"

"No such word exists to define their confounded hate-filled hearts..."

"Something called 'slang'--a intermingling of words to make a new one, with its own trademark definition!"

"What does one call someone with such irrational and erratic behavior?--such ****** in the eyes!"

"A ******..."

Drag/Queen

... he points his toes
like a swan stretching its neck :
smooth calves in fish-nets
to slip into stiletto heels,
        performance art of a deceptive nymph

... grace on fine-point tips : his gift - in stiletto heels,
impersonation or personification of feminine beauty
leporine lithely limned
delicate dancer
       it is almost as if floating across water
       he mimicked once more before
some inner mother's nature took over

façade of savoir face - voila! a star in it's place ...

... It is her face when the night creates a cape
borne with Van Gogh plumes sufficed with self
she paints upon his face : starry nights
sun-flowers, irises covering the welts...
comparably museum worthy, imitation flames
yet like any other canvas
          beneath it could lie disappointment and mistake
          drafts of inspiration, cover-ups of cynicism
          another creature - some creation unlike him
what was before / her soft curtain / kept unseen,
but what if ...

... the truth and process to what presently others see
     to believe or not
could be / only an amateur attempt:
moments unfeeling under layers & layers
of blush / trial and errors / sharp contempt

      would you wipe away Mona Lisa's
      smile so devilish with wicked secret
just to uncover blemished a masterpiece:
an ugly Danish duckling underneath ?

To  prove his swan-lake / a gent

... to evolve from broken eggshells
become a song sung timely
hummed & remembered well
(hells bells and *****)
Drag queens’
priceless history / murals' on passing face
No broken naughts
While performing down his lace
      define yourself, she affirms her mirrors...
The harsh flight of life from the embers,
      happiness pursuant to tender
Fully free with goddess grace,

it is the power of creativity / the spirit's ability
to overcome adversity
the art of divinity - that is
what he is practicing  
                                 This trumpeter
                                 swan in stiletto heels...

Tattoo of a tear,
****** in a low Beamer
Cool kissing his glock.

he is in love with ****


tho' love is unfamiliar ground, for what is it

if never known or felt, defined

like the touch of first rain in spring

neither does this bring joy

to him,

new to this, but in it's circumference

he must linger

and observe such obeyence

on octane rushed inner space...



he is in love with a human *****

the shape and size oddly

gleams

his strength above

yet attentive below, how Dali-images he melts

flap-cakes on forrest-limbs, barren elms

and soggy wall clocks that sit in the dry lakes

sadness of a numbered face...



he is rusting from the wonder



how does it function

like keys to unlock hidden thunder?

he is curious to how this might sound / under

   clank of legs? ***** of the skins

how soft will his iron lips begin?



tic-tic-ticking : his suedo-heart's repetition



no different than those yesterdays

mechanical, steady,

as oil perspires from hollow wells



and in moments of fearing rain

   showers will stiffen the joints like pertrified woods

man, shuts closed the foil shiney eyes,

and mouth of silver lips

rusting in the quickness like lightning

fingers the opaque sky...



he must have it

this new flesh of a thing called a ****

so he may tell the sunrise

and use the magic it gives men

******* to name the flesh...



the affects

are unsimiliar to him, made of hollow tin

man, he is in love with ****

his mouth is crystalized thin

   moaning through the metallics of rust & unspoken

sins

the affects

on him, made hollow ... they are as similar

to the pink heavy man

having loved the woods, the same

but walks away

in flesh & pouring rain

on him without a word to say



petrified and moaning,

lightning in the skies - yes, woodsman,

the affects of your love

are the same,

with or without a heart...

even rusted

he is in love with ****...

sad power of men

               to finally understand ... there is more

to flesh and less of tin

when it deals with love



tick-tock-ticking

the function of the heart within

shells of men will mock



Body. Heart/Spirit.
Watts.

Slow globular crawl:
Dischord's mis-shapened body.
Mindless / Self Divides.

Leviathan / by: butch decatoria



Linger, loiter longer
Leviathan,
These Lovelorn Lanes Fast
with lustful highs …
Fly
Farther, furthest, way Far away
To Starlight
/sweet nothings,
Interstellar sighs
Of space/ time
Feel the Empty / pain / bleed

Except great expectations’ need
To accept, expecting none
(Yet most believe doing nothing)
It’s Not for reflecting / empathy
To tragedy then forgetfulness,
On purpose, disposable friends distract,
Life’s strange viscosity hopefulness
Motions forward….
Oh monstrosity!

Wishful obsessions, stiff upper lip...
The Silent servants’ musk, mask of milk
White cream silk whips
Aftermath of drunken trippin’
The rush of us who trust, slippin’
On the white,  on the hip
               snow man fall melts, drip dry
The poles and hell rains down from on high,
Hush now, The storm hither comes...
Torrential

The colossus of silence beyond
Jupiter’s red eye, Ort cloud shroud—
The yearnings surpassing blood,
To feed
The human gargantuan greed
The need for love…
Soon On sale, flesh compliant
A Commerce for feelings to
        Galvanize
The Giant
        Drowning in his Whale Songs
moonlighting the deep...

Anglerfish
Amidst the pitch of dark sea
Tocold vastness
Go there
That other ocean
   infinite canvas interstellar interstate
             The Void of space,
Deep Emotions pace
Times asleep & awake
            (elsewhere)
Swim my assuaged dreams,
   All of thee: ye
Makers bright,
                Meteorites brief
flash of freefalling lights
Like my hollow heart’s leap:
           Blind,
           But for a feeling,
The monster that I trust.
In the human ocean of emotions.

Leviathan.

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."

Midterm
Winter
Ample
Sweaters
                 Through our midterms, we now have winter
                 Globe's ample warming--must haves: sweaters.

it is glorious!*

A beautiful morning

Mr. Velvet suit

Softly breezy too

What bout you?

Mr. Velvet suit on the street

That **** corner

Looking for your boo?

Mr. Velvet suit

Your babay making babies

From **** jazz to city blues

A little bit more sad

The lone piano

Black half key in b-minor

Mr. Velvety is an entrepreneur

I doubt he'll sue her

That girl he got all dressed up for

The sweets

Mr. Velvet suit's candy

Shop

Holding down the bizness

This The Streets!

Mr. Velvet suit's company

Don't he dress all nice for you?

A bright summer morning

This here tiny corner

Of a great wide world

Sin City and Mr. Velvet suit.

Good morning!

****** ****.

Get in a last word, since silence is golden,
then in the end all that is spoken
betrays the honest truths
the value of sharing a meal
sustenance to feel
fulfilled, now that talk is cheap...

Be more profound to take me aback
like a gust of wind through hallowed doors
to the hollows of burial and sage and prayers
where subservience of love
denies the body of its flesh
to please the ephemeral ghosts...

yes, tell me how deep your adoration's lashes
if all the deserts we've traversed
meant as much as the time of my worth
will it bleed--those words for me?
Are your words as bread or food
uplifting in the roots of you?

I am no shepherd nor are you a herd of sheep,
a flock unable to fly without a mind to think
I am just another king like  any like you
the last word at the rabble
a dying flame from the candles drinking wine,
beneath the sky of olives and infinite eyes
here with the stain of un-seeing
in search for a well that will not dry
for a familiar day of kind of rain...

Tell me what's a good word without one
made   by ****** hand of man,
one that is like music / laughter
a celebration's feast
teach me instead,

and please don't preach...

What worth is made when words are bade
like a trader of slaves to whom he's paid,
or a master in his own house at a maid?
Such business is moot in its absolutes,
                 a kiss on the cheek without a word
multiplicitious and astute
obvious in the eyes of company kept
                  brother in the dark I heard wept

A tree in shadows hangs the rotten fruit

Ananke
dangles like most words must do
from the mouth must taste as dung
often done -- invisible daggers to the heart
untruths
then less and less of brotherly caress

nor some kind of familiar can be found
no infinite wonder

the one and only one

You,
whom I have been
preparing to be made new,
to wake from the pain of this blister
these mirages we hunger and run to,
don't speak what I want to know
I already have seen the final show
and words are only words
unheard by the deaf heavens
selective with their ears to cherubs glee
what is found when the One above
or any of the many stars that see
our globe in desert blizzards,

ill regard as plenty as snow
nothing of the kind, or good in kind,
what word equals

the image of everlasting
Oh
just a sip ...?

There are only so many words
in a universe of infinite light
language can be made like jars of clay

simple like breaking (of hearts and day)

if eyes were speaking through our tears
how loud must we shout "Love"
before there's nothing that's enough
to keep us thusly
home not just merely
an EYE to clear / and still, I am
with you                                         here.

Push away the old world words
that once poured into my cup,
I want home to be as heaven is esteemed
take this cup away from me
blood of transcendant poetry...

Hula hoops

For Chica with the hips

Make aVid

Make a bed

Loop d'loop

& hooptee's howdy doo!

& also nice to meet you's too

A 100,000 hits on YouTube ...

Watchers

Peeping from a Galaxy S7

Watching you

Drop a deuce at eleven

On a leap year,

Who's got the precise time? (Y2K)


So on & so on

We laugh at ourselves

We shame shame others

Ain't that a shame, my brother?

And shame on you also

All that we do, you do do too

So flush you too!


On the toilet we scroll down

Our tablet phones

Click click "Like" thumbs-up

The summit of your head explodes.

Watching true life

As it goes viral

From up there / From out in space

Eyes big beyond

"It looks a like a ..."

Spiral.

(It is like...)

. . .  a brief farewell
dismissive and brusque;

the outdoors as grey and as serious
as nature is without mercy

. . .

we sit across from
one
another
demure & remiss of words

as time between
colorless
bleeds

the Colosus
of our silence / becoming
a book
we master to read...

Buck necked,
Dreads hanging on like a cat’s hair ball …
Buck necked,
She tells her moms
On my Obama phone, long distance
Welfare carriers
Pigeon messengers
Yelping life at her mama
On my cell

“They just be different here”
“Auntie, daughter-sister-niece”
With her best pal black
Making promises late birthday gifts
Buck necked
Didn’t even toe the pool water
Long distance in the Ladies’
At least a couple hours
On my Obama phone…

It’s definitely not about me
When hooting & hollering
Mad loudly
Urban jungle jive,
Who the hells this guy
Mr. Old boy push over
A gay
Patiently waiting
For her shower with black
White pizzle steam
Dissipate

Learning to speak up
If we are free
I choose to enjoy my experience
Not the type to be
Tugged on someone else’s leash
What little time We
Dismiss or
Fully embrace

“People just be so different here”

Hi I’m chop-liver, welcome to
My place,
Give me back my phone
Not feeling at all
At home.
Yet she’s buck necked.

Tour
De force
of nature
Lady songstress
How all her babies go "Gaga" for more!

------------------------------

Tour / De Force / of nature / Lady songstress / How all her babies go "Gaga" for more!

Were it not for the secrets kept
To selves deluded with self importance,
Eyes not blind, the mind made less, yet
The witness of your thoughts an ignorant

Real Life / worldly emergencies
The thieving of Green, and all currency
Not cared or shared with the broken, lost
Streets’ breaking News have indifferent claws.

Not concrete or laws, where love can’t last
Regret no stains, taints, no fragile glass,
Still, Transparency is the king’s masterclass.
Were it not for the secrets... mess...

"THINGS I dream Of"* - A poem by his wooly
mammoth mr. WOODY.


[Not much is left to the imagination
     to leave the Plantation in the sultry sun...]

"So what does Woody dream?" Of
Most things, Good...
To have lived that we should have not
known the sweet --Heavens
                                  now forbidden fruit

The knot you swallowed
Adams apples
lodges / in your throat
                "seeds
of trees lush -- green with Ideas"
who so to speak is
         a Head of a Family tree
         summer breezey tree-tops
bright songs light bittle birds
California girls and wild
the boardwalk, the "coast's
voluptuosity" travel the herd...
      
"sheezus!
if this is hell....****...boing!"

"I thawt I taw a *****
cat"
bettys kitty ******* bunny
Aye*
Mammy, Selfies will last longer
than the ****** you accidentally
bumped into

"Because poppy wanted something new"
HEAD is where you dump
**** and **** n ****.

Lavatory of Mad Bladders
     Tags sharpies spray-paint walls say
the craziest - don't ever dial the number
that escorts the bad drawn dongs
and ***'ges . scribbled in eye lashes
looking sideways toward you
for a kiss...?

He thought he knew,
I'm secure with my manly mystique
not damaged having none of him around
I sleep easy
                without
a father-dad-uncle-brother stress
pressure to proove myself
with stacks or whips...

so yeah, you know who's what's up

great Gran D is maw-maw's boy
gone off-grid they visit Vegas
Ranches  and ride the stallions
Gran-D gramps : the bunnies...
     (They sleep in quite well
      those heat waves summer fun...
catching rays and Zs.)

Herbalist
Maybe Woody dreams
are all Natural      
                          * (to question existence
                            and wanting more)

of Seed... of Sea? --of Trees I mean
meditate a sedative
bow down to Xanex!* rroooaaarr!
And in Any hood, it is your Word kept
Honors Mens Respects

Standing Tall like "Things" of Woody Dreams

Prisms
And Sleep's winter warmths
Hot Chocolates Marsh mellow Pillows
              [Well Rested]
Is the dream of this heart
the Poet sank
my Battleship--Me.

*"I will always care for Thee,
  but I can only carry Me."

If in Sleep...?
                       Sweet       Peacefully.