I write about war
& I write about love
& I always seem to be
stuck somewhere
in between.

Kiss away my awareness,
Sweet U,
take
reality
away.

I dive headlong into the fray
on a secret mission,
so exuberant
craving the lava flow,
the adrenalin fixation,
creating an *******
in the warrior-mind,
she covers me with
explosive pixie-dust.

Lust shakes my rivets loose
in a fiery demise,
'till I see
those Chakra-eyes
begging for release
again & again.

Sometimes karma
isn't so instant.
Even so,
I still believe,
sooner or later,
your ****
is going
to get you.
Keep it up.
You'll see.

Who am I to question the ways of the world,
as if my place on the planet is any more or less.
I confess, certain things are troubling,
but maybe that’s just to me & not to you.

Can we ever be tolerant of one another?
Can we not be at peace
with the wickedness
& why are we so angry,
want to ****
at the drop of a hat?

I can disavow & even disown,
but the very
bones of my body
will still cry out,
moan for
some relief
from all this piety.

And surely karma will reap
what one has sown.

The tricky part
was juggling sanity
with his madness
speaking
for him.

In cubicled-rooms they sat,
vinyl spinning to the beat,
their fingertips electrified,
juiced by gallons of whiskey,
hanging onto
a single-thread of heaven,
neon flash sputtering,
some had smack
injected into road maps,
frantically penning
any memories
they had forgotten
& banshees danced nearby,
crying unknown words,
something alien,
the sounds of torment,
not meant
for human consumption,
but our posterity.

He sat in the strangest places,
always at the back
of the mahogany slide,
floated in the nicotine-cloud,
wore permanent shades
to hide his killer disease.

One look from him
could rip testicles off,
he foamed at the mouth,
sinned constantly
& sported scars
like racetracks
on his fractured arms.

Gold doubloons filled
the holes
in his rotten
teeth,
he seethed.

Only the fools
made him smile,
& they saw their end
come sooner
than they wanted,
'cause he loved
a great death.

I've killed
millions of them,
fallen
inside my car
from the bottle
& standing too,
outside,
in the jet stream
counting stars.

We drove up in the middle of chaos,
acrid smoke hung heavily in the air
as flames licked the Humvee,
black and crimson
crispy-humans
still sat inside.
The epicenter of the blast had created
a four foot hole,
destroyed roughly seven other vehicles
& as we secured the crime scene,
I wondered if the dumb ***** who did this
deadly deed had thought about the three
dead children I saw near the curb,
two still holding hands.
I will never forget
the wailing of the woman
draped over them.
Shame on all of us.

I am
a skilled linquist,
I can
**** your fiery-desires,
kiss you with
the tenderness of
my moving lips,
soothe you with
the articulation of
my gentle tongue,
woo you with
the spouting
of saucy words.

It's such sweet magic
& nice clean fun,
I like it so so much,
this language of love!

Colds sweats awaken me,
I rise breathless
with visions
of jagged trails
& camouflaged
face paints
& L-shaped
ambushes.

It could be in the way
she smiles
while looking at me,
or in the laughter
of her eyes
hiding all that pain
that attracts me
from mine.

She makes me feel right,
sworn
to secrecy,
like out on patrol,
we have a silent code.

I tell her things
no one else knows,
and she tells me
similar things.

We are
buried
together,
her and I
on the same battlefield
of broken love,
ruptured.

I trust
in her kiss,
her parted moist lips,
and the way
she closes her eyes
when
I nip her.
It is explosive.

You told me once
it was what you liked to do,
that you thought about it,
twenty-four-seven.
And when you did it,
it made you feel like
you were in Heaven.
The touch,
the feel,
the taste,
the heat,
the very act
swept you off your feet.
And you told me,
I did that too,
that it was your plan,
multiple episodes
of mutual nirvana.
It was beautiful...

It was by chance,
by chance,
by chance we met.

The moon was full
at the party
that night.
You were beautiful,
such an ethereal-sight,
floated around the room
on invisible wings.

And it was so fitting for you,
you,
you playing vampire
& me,
me,
me in that ape suit
playing Kong King.

I did not fight you
& like in the flick,
I fell down,
sick,
drained of my blood,
dying for your love.

I've cracked them for years,
so thrilling
by the barrel,
black & white,
all tossed overboard,
casted to those
swashbuckling-fools.

And while
I may not be a quick study,
I still long for Maracaibo,
to see a chilling moon,
to collect your kisses.

I miss them.

And what's in a kiss
we ask,
that precious moment
when the heavens erupt
& time stands still,
the thrill of a lifetime.

O but for one more
that stops the rain,
kills all this pain
of broken-hearted-ness,

O darling,
please
kiss me,
again.

Breathe in the morning glow,
breathe out your inner flow,
feel each sacred-breath,
trickling throughout
your inner core.

O how I imagine you,
intertwining your soul
with mine.
Your fine-eyes
lost, floating
in another dimension
accentuated
by the sweet music
of our love sounds.

Pants & sighs,
liquids flowing
between our thighs,
feeding the hottest
fires of our hearts,
hidden desires no more,
when we think like this,
us,
kissing our dreams.

Warm fingers,
tight grasp,
dreams are made
like this,
so kiss me air,
make it count,
give it to me.

O the wind,
the beautiful wind,
criss-crossing
in gale forces
& to feel,
to feel it's sting
while standing
in the jet stream,
is to commune,
to commune,
to kiss
the Gods
in Heaven.

Darling,
how can I kiss you properly
with so many watching,
just look at that Orion,
those animals and gods!?

Kiss me in space Darlin'
I'll feel it, want to taste it
on the same wavelength,
it will be lovely!

Kiss me in space,
give me all you've got,
swirl your fingers
through the air,
release yourself
to my spirit,
let me taste yours,
I'll feel it,
so delicious,
your lips on mine,
tender-hands in my hair.

Kiss me,
kiss me in your dreams tonight.
You will get no fight from me,
but please make sure you mean it.
It's getting late,
I'm starting to doze,
so kiss me, kiss me!
I promise you Darling,
Lord knows,
I will reciprocate.

Sweet dreams Sugar.

She arrived splendidly,
a hot damsel in distress,
so beautiful,
so very nice
in her tight
silken
flowered-bodice.
And I came
in bright armor,
to feed her
insatiable hunger
under many
a moonlit night.
Then sadly
she left me,
out in the cold
to hunger for
more of her.

Say whatever you want mama,
your kisses are so fine,
sweet & sublime,
I'll play your silly little game,
I know you like the red prints,
me draped over you in a hip lock,
knocking your socks off,
like you do mine,
it's genuine bliss.

I drove the Rover
up from Timbuktu,
slow on the road to hell
across endless Sahara sands,
Kashmir was on rewind,
Tiko was riding shotgun,
he was good mutt.

I smoked a million packs of Marlboros
wandering under blue skies with no rain,
dreaming about the what if’s
& the lessons you taught me.
The memory of your pretty-smile
kept me focused,
my eyes on the road
through blistering-heat.

Yes
sweet darling,
we did stop time
for a brief moment.
But
you and I
never knew any better
than this.
I really do miss
your butterfly kisses,
the fragrant aura you possessed,
the tender caresses
in the morning shower,
if you only knew.

I wished I had told you.

We’re both alone now,
existing
on different parts of the globe,
living
in the shadows,
knowing
it’s all gone.

They say that ****
could make you go blind,
but with so many
flavors to choose from,
what the hell,
at least my lips
will taste like applejack.

There is no freedom
found here
in this *******,
the attraction
of endless
spirits
lamenting.

But O yes drifters!

We are driven
to survive
our heartbreak
spreading the word,
us,
storytellers
of the modern age.

And outside,
a chill rolls
across
the barren landscape,
covered
by a full moon glow.

I know nothing.

So turn the page
& let
stardust
paint
your fingertips.

Secret codes,
hand-signs & shakes
rules his way of life.
He survives the strive
robbing virtues
& driving deathly missions
in a city of devils
& he does everything
for the club.

Colored-bandana-power
rules the small turf
where "La Razor" owns
two square blocks,
with his teardrop tats,
he's a real badass
packing heat
in his world
without hope.

Do you want to feel fear,
taste bile in your throat,
**** in your pants?
Well then hero,
stand in front of a laser beam,
that'll do the trick,
make you feel
sick to your stomach.
It's okay if your friend can do it,
but it's even better,
gives a more realistic effect
when it's your enemy
shining the light.

I never had an issue
with laser-pointers
'till I got back home
from overseas.

Now I hate them ******* things,
they're nothing
but deadly accurate
silent
pinpoint-killers.

I spied her in a dream last night.
There was a silence to her full lips.
Moon glow reflected the miracle in her blue eyes,
wide in disbelief, the end I did cry.

Ocean waves crashed at our feet, intertwined,
her arms around me nesting in the small of my back.
I felt sheltered from the icy wind in her soft embrace.

I will never forget her pretty child face
the last night
I was entranced
by the grace of God.

I think about her often,
the streaming tears I did drink,
the last night
I said goodbye.

Everybody loved me once,
they lived vicarious
& when I lost my
risk-taking ways
& had to settle down,
they hated me.

The good thing about being hated
by my once
so-called friend
is I learned the hard way
about truth
& friendship.

It's a special blend
of leaves & spices,
the warmth it brings
goes down so smoothly.

While waiting for the mint
to take effect,
I travel on
an ethereal journey.

I fly to the
streets of Casablanca
& listen to tradition,
searching the faces
to find my kindred.

And when I find them there,
I close my eyes in comfort,
soothed inside
my wildest dreams,
my own special blend
of leaves & spices.

Riding into
the cool desert breeze
on a string of camels,
I left the oasis
& turned to watch
the disappearance
of the tall palms
into the blackness
of the night.

And all
I could think of
was you,
sitting under
the light
of Andromeda
& a million other
bright ones.

Lee seems like he’s always
in a dream state,
he moves in slomo
& constantly has a smile
on his boyish-face.
Yesterday he told me
his most recent stuff
smelled,
tasted like bubblegum.
He said he loves to chew,
smoke
the sticky stuff,
buds that is.

Let the radicals go,
it's a bloodthirsty code
we can never understand,
an evil hatred,
masked-fanatics hijacking
Muhammed
will eventually
give them enough rope
to do themselves in.

Am I not to get a taxi
home if I'm drinking
or able to spend
a dime or two
on a little surprise for you.

And what if
I want a new pair of jeans
or to watch the screening
of the latest flick.
Please tell me why darling,
I feel like I'm dying here!?

Invoke yourself,
let your imagination flow,
me on my knees praying
to you, my goddess,
separate your delicious-globes,
lower your open-flower,
kiss my prayer-mouth,
let my dreams come true,
cascade your sacredness
into my throat of desire,
allow me to taste
your inner fire.

Do I invoke
your deepest inhibitions,
the things you cling to
hiding.

I am so happy
to accommodate
your sweet-soul,
your succulent-being,
inside and out,
spew soothing words
to your heart's content.

I know you are Heaven-sent,
but  every now and then,
I just want to write,
let me vent,
it will be alright.

Though you did not,
your quick wit
will last forever.

Now
sadly for all,
you have become
a lifetime member
of the Dead Poet's Society.

O Captain, My Captain,
you are in some fine company,
rest in peace.

I wish it was you lying
next to me snoring,
but it's not.
I'm just surrounded
by the paper thin walls
of a flea-bag motel
on the outskirts
of *** **** Egypt
listening to
the crumbling walls
of my broken heart.

Last night,
I listened to Heaven crying bullets
onto my metal roof,
buckets rolled off into the gutters
down
to feed the Earth
& I thought of my own tears
& the need for my own gutters
& a way to nurture
again.

Cool breezes are blowing
up the Nottely this morning.
The chestnuts whisper
to the sumacs
something about sacredness
& deep in the forest,
where not many travel,
I hear them
trading stories
about Indian wars
& the Frenchmen.
It leaves me wondering
how much blood flowed
in that little creek down yonder.

We sat on a blanket
of the purest white sand
& listened to the gentle surf
as star matter
occasionally tumbled
earthward.
It was surreal,
us giggling,
making our wishes
unto the Heavens
as if the sacred gods
were actually listening
to little old us.
She's gone now,
disappeared on a road trip
to Philly.
Sadly,
none of the wishes
have come true
yet,
so she must,
she must be truly gone.

I'm no Zen master,
but I do,
I do,
I do believe in death
& I do believe,
I do believe in living
while living, too.

I'm putting away my Ouija board,
packing up my tarot cards
& throwing away the soggy tea leaves.
Oh, that fortunetelling eight ball *****,
too.

Who knew,
if you want to see the future,
you've got to get out and live it,
not sit around and read your daily horoscope or hang out for days
on the computer.
And that weatherman is a liar.
He said it was going to rain all day yesterday.
So I put away my picnic things and hung out
inside, hiding from the oncoming storm,
that never came.

Guess, I'll put my faith in today,
put on my running shoes
& before the sun comes up,
go for a sprint.
Maybe I'll get rained on,
in an early morning shower!

The crickets sound livelier
this morning,
they fill my mind with wonder.

I love the freedom of the wind,
the awakening of the morning star,
splintering the sky with red.

It looked rather ancient,
my address book from a millennia ago.
As I leafed through the yellowed-pages
of my scribbled notes,
I recognized names & was taken back
as if it they were all still real,
here in my heart.

And at one time,
they were living & breathing humans
just like me, now a scrawl
perhaps in someone else's old book,
living & breathing in their heart.

My how fast time flies......