Reign of hatred spreading discrimination

Anger, uncontrolled is a blind beast unleashed

Cold is the heart which does not know the value of love

In the soul, corruption is a disease

Sum it all up from the top and see what you get....

Madness lingering in the minds of mortals

Here in the month of winter's end
wind mourns in the eaves late in the night
bearing a cold that might portend
an ice storm's arrival at first light.

Fine sleet shushes on the glass
of windows and the rear deck door.
Like all in life, this too will pass
as storms have always done before.

And here I sit within lamp's glow
naught save thoughts for company
reviewing snippets of life's show
as years of time pile up on me.

term mites
turn nights
terminal
tar mart
tell miles
termites

centimeter of ash
rash potash crash crucible
irreconcilable liable
feeding the wretched of dust
oculars pleas ply flowers
and see me into flame nemesis
eat me the dust someday
terminal cloud nine Nile
booty heel
tribunal left guardian
custodian for customary
cause to marry
new ones, old ones
half if Rephan seen
never mind
seam two door
Tudor

rite one

Truer words were never spoken
purer motives never found;

I tried healing a heart that's broken
from the way 'twas hurtfully bound.

Speaking simply, and directly
I tried hard to ease the binds;

I untangled, and set the strings, free
just to ease all troubled minds.

I have never had more troubles,
and, with as articulate as I am;

I then had to burst my bubbles,
for, I could speak not! Worth a damn!

It was most difficult to swallow
with my big foot in my mouth;

The buzz of a first cigarette
circles my head while
the heat of the smoke
incubates a strangeness
inside of me

conceives a suspicion which
I inhale
again...and again...and again
until it spits me out
unto a shadow
making the sun
the whole of me
rolling toward the edge of all things
casting me further and farther away from me.

Imagine a world filled with frowning faces
with people seeing their lives as the worst

They are sad, angry, lost and alone,
their hopes reduced to the bones

Their hearts bound by misery and endless worries,
their minds sitting at the edge of a death wish.

Then comes a girl, greeting them with a smile
full of honesty, washing away the vile.

They will feel a new connection to life
because she makes them feel alive

And very soon everyone is smiling too
because her smile is as contagious as flu!

I've known rivers
I've known rivers ancient path,.wilder and longer than the
flow of the blood in my veins.
My soul has grown strong like the rivers.

I used to swim in the Euphrates when the days were young.
I built my house near the Congo and it took me awhile to find sleep
I looked upon the west and raised the pyramids of hope
I heard the song of the Mississippi when Abraham Lincoln
went sailing to New Orleans, and I've seen its clear
bosum turn to gold in the sunset.

Blood citrus
cinnamon

electrical
dryness
the sheets
stainless
wrap around

five degrees
three hours to
dusk

blue and violet
sable smooth
the ride
descent ending

and then
the bell
rings

the door open
widths

The theme today is eyes
I always have known
that beauty lies,
in the beholders’ eyes
as does love
and that is no lies!

so as the theme today
appears to be
all about lovely eyes

I wish somehow
you do too see,
the beauty in my poetry
if they do lie
do tell me,why

for I know all of us love
our very eyes
and love,
lies within ones loving eyes

Woman -
You are so damn incredible,
I wish you can see
Just how much you mean to me...

Woman...

You are a piece of work,
A masterpiece, a work of art;
The way you work a skirt,
How you whisper in the dark;
It ignites candlelights of desire
Deep within this man's heart
And I want to share that fire
Experience why you are such a work of art.

Woman...