beautiful

I need to ask, and there is no shame in the answer,
do you suffer from some form of............. dyslexia?

wonderful how did you know ??????
we all suffer from something
as no one is perfect
as perfection lies in soles
boot soles
of a miniscule few
I for one Jess
still and will admire you
for what ever you
to save my skin
wish and want me to do

You are really wonderful
dear Jess!

Faith In My Innocence…

In Gaza they die, while the vileness
of religion still has breath,
mothers who are treated like shit
under the shoes of the male ask why.
No answer does any man, or man
made god have for their death.

We stand back and cheer our leaders,
into number ten, a palace or
white house.
Are we always to be used collectively
as war meat breeders, or singularly as
the timid little mouse.

As I hold you and feel the soft beats of
your heart and watch the slow rise of your chest
I remember how you first came to me
and offered a cup of coffee as if
it could take away the isolation
and despair that permeated my life.

What caught my curiosity in those
briefs moments between you handing me the
cup and my turning to wander away
from the vapid gathering of people
I despised and places I detested
was that your only comment was, "Coffee?"

There are tawny brilliances
swirling in the fires of darkness
edible logics hissed between the
crooked space in your wasteland
evaluations
Devoured irony in fumes of
cardiac arrhythmia
when you bend the elongations
of a throat exposed
the skins of design pulling taut
on gravitational duress

Between intelligence and lack of it....
known as idiocy....
there is but a hairline difference
as in a wise man and his wisdom
a madman's simple existence

I for one
most of the times,
am inordinately intelligent...
but in the OPAQUENESS of cataract of both eyes
it seems like wise
an idiot!
to someone

intelligence, brilliance and idiocy
need to eventually compromise
else we all seem to be blind...

Man inherits genes
some are good
some mean

As I write a girl is being raped somewhere
and a bomb is falling or a shell whizzing
or a grenade exploding or a gun firing.
Yes, the global village is here to stay:
we can't escape from ghastly earth-facts.

As an antidote to so much pain,
I try to think of people making love
right now, all the world over,
in varying positions, grasping pleasure,
or mothers kissing new-born babes,
or carefree children playing games.

I have walked within these earthly bonds
Listening to all I meet and talking of like things
Joining brother, sister no matter who they are
Spreading my ways sometimes much too thinly

Loving each one as they walked with me.
Yet how much do we know of each in our shells
That we learn through words and not actions
Each a separate entity as if an old mythical God

Times come to me as they drift day on day
People became near as if touching hands
Words became entwined in like thoughts
Places travelled where each had their own

Winged lightning flits all through the air
on this warm damp summer night
seen by me from old deck chair
as they weave through half moon's light.

Two ridges away a whippoorwill
repeats his name in hopes of love.
Come midnight he'll be shouting still
as stars wink at him from up above.

Bull frogs harrumph at the goings on
along the near pond's shore down there
where they'll feast at least till dawn
then swim to daytime's haunt somewhere.

PLACES

I dreamed a dream
of times gone by
of a world
I thought would never die:
soothing voices,
warm embraces
hearts beating as one.

But the world doesn't speak to me
the way it did before
and all I knew has faded
into Memory's languid caress.

I have been composing poetry
since I was age 9 or less maybe
that was a million decades away

In school they spoke of Shakespeare and Macbeth
brought me laurels
I became literati over nite a poet!
and then among many other things
became a poet lover of imaginary duet!

Much till lately to Jess's disgust