my lips are convincing to yours my soft whispers tickle waiting ears industrious legs seek your presence when not seen I become the gentle rain in your garden the field guide to pleasure awaiting your solitary man in the palace of delights

hate hides behind the calm surface ready to fly the soul and limbs in death oil bit by bit  than scurry off later some sleep in the sullen night lives tightly wrapped containers of deceit black life will never inherit approach truth  tries to rise beyond the harsh winds but is drowned in redneck wine floating down the empty throat

time and earth we plunder  thieves of resources bellies filled with pride we can always sleep but never live again pushing houses together filling the air with death minefields cruel to ourselves and one another so easy to accept power over faith greed over truth name your poison I"ll  gladly serve it free of charge limited minds come forth out of nowhere to rule over you each four elected year  they teach how to pray  save yourself for congress or the house surely won"t  they will steal the air out of the lungs with taxes  making all want to lie down until unmitigated danger has passed

I spend most of my  time in longing  longing  waiting for you to come and discover me  but never really lost just waiting and longing my heart will know  you there are limits  compromises compulsions of love do you know them too  I sworn that lonliness will not keep my happiness adrift  nor embrace the venomous beast of settling beneath my worth for only the dead inside take chances and they always lose

I never knew his real name and my youthful imagination named him uncle funky the peanut man as bagged peanuts burnt were hopefully sold from a makeshift stand now on this June 2013 morning my mind slowly opens the door of youthful memory and I see soiled pants turned over shoes old hat crooked atop long gray hair  brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the untended skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiffs released randomly would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days and I wonder and it is"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky?









ut to be sold hopefully from a makeshift stand now on this june 2013 morning my mind opens the door of youthful memory and I see clearly soiled pants and shirt old hat atop of unseen hair  brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the unbathed skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiff released would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days but I wonder and it isn"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky the peanut man?

Pleasure should be taken in small doses lest when departure comes the soul stops dancing by habit strive to live each moment waiting ahead with a resolve not to be a hero expected to carry the crushing burden of another's dreams take heart in your rejoicing- because the heart is made for making glories from agonies not for sadness passed into empty spaces believe in self deep enough not to fall into ruins build strength and hope from scratch exercise the body while the mind _body remain fat and careless while waiting for superman

the poet watches silently behind the window of time the habits of both king and commoner translating seen watching into a pattern of rhyme thoughts floating through the mind like celebratory dreams of confetti and who knows what dreams may come pointing the way to future lines formed on paper pressed between pages of late understanding the flight booked for inspiration is due to depart at any second  mankind put on your seatbelts to soar under a sky full of poems that lie within the poet