wildflowers
filling fields
arriving
towards a sun
brightening
blossoms
against a darkness
violet and crimson

I imagine a dense network of tunnels;        
malleable, hollow tubes narrowing        
then swelling - breathing a complex        
language beyond my comprehension.              
  
The synchrony is beautiful        
and I long to understand it.      
  

Yahooo!

Woohoo!

Yeehaaa!

Yobs yell to be sure
so everyone knows they are having fun
don't they know it themselves?

The bottom lip quivers,
perhaps pouting a tad too much.
A quick sly glance
betrays,
that the lady needs to know
her grief is seen
in-between
sly glances

serenade saffron
dazzle damp darkness
duct in concentrated concession
braiding on sea-mollusc shore wise
the dawn dreams with seance
by groove that ply breath tendril
tender dew fresh easiness oiled
sebaceous soft sweating
youthful glands baptizing flowers
synthetic to foretaste chill oceans
lit green gulls morn Mediterranean
not mourn ignition timorous
of potent heartbeats death-row
convent flag twine shifting impulse
from barometer of illusions elasticity
like when clouds thresh hold

It’s No Vacation….

How can I vacate from what’s in my head,
Jackanory moments we get now and then.
Dreams or words, I hope to leave in my stead,
they must be written, then read again and again.

For then the truth will always be known,
if I write honest about what I’ve seen.
The young people of today must get shown,
what has really happened, what has been.

I have walked in days just gone by,
that threw all sorts of shadows at my feet.
The sun felt cool as did the world,
was this all my feelings now that it was getting cool.

Why did the others that held my hand in times gone by,
leave me in this time,
I wonder why.

So it came to me as I looked around,
at the long shadows on the ground.
That most of them were cast,
by the things that were behind me.
This made the path ahead shine with hope,
that I could once again see.

Walking in the shades of grey,
I have infiltrated the syndicates,
the elusive criminals of today
to study the games they played.

At times, my credibility is doubted
when fellows officers think I've swayed.
At times my loyalty is questioned
but my chief knows I will not stray.

For I have ended the reign of crimelords
with the evidence I have gathered
the scums thinking they're mortal gods,
trashed into a world of hurt.

When most are warm in bed at night
I've walked the woods in pale moon light
while whippoorwills sang their sad song
and geese honked in a midnight flight.

Some might think such trips are wrong,
the shadows being much too strong
and conceal things sane men fear
in a world where people don't belong.

I wonder if they have been here
in dark forests with no home near
when breezes turn tree limbs to arms
and things are not as they appear.

Slowly it bubbled and seethed
rolling around my psyche
leaving magenta trails of rage
that were slick to the switch

I traveled a thousand paths
and read a million books,
elusively 'it' remained veiled
burning the lava heating my rage

I wore a domino and understood
nothing of your world,
living in a reality so skewed
it warped, buckling it imploded

Leaving the arena

Your words of disgust
germinate seeds in my minds eyes,
you want to end all strife,
my seeds have yet to burst.

So if a man's food,
is another’s' poison
both will have a different version,

the decision to do what one wants to do
it's up to each one of us including you too..

so don't run,
walk away
but in the larger picture of life do stay
someday, one day
you will remember what I say