Will power.....
When one is young
And on burning ice of life,
What is cold what is hot,
Is no challenge,
tis like spice
the guys move with a free will
and don’t care…

then as youth merges with middle tones,
the waist broadens
one’s position heightens …
then one moves around with a heavy gait,
he is now heavy weight
and all that the ailments acclaim
he moves around still with verve and pain,
more with will power than disdain…

sheen curve
the beat beast
stirs
the arched spine
rumbling in its
slick movement
vertabrate velocity
beneath moon stroked
suffusion

an almond crest brow
and smudged lash
stirring

sweep fan vernacular
knock down the night
flushing tendril fires
from the russet dreams
the pale ear
and knuckles eased
through slated night
restless in a tropics
seas

I used to believe that love
Was a white horse with a knight
I used to believe that happiness
Was flowers and rainbows and light
And then I discovered with a brutal blow
Life’s not a fairy tale
And there is no boat to paradise
On which you and I can sail
I was taught to look for sonnets
Chocolates and flowers
But now I’m starting to believe
In a different kind of power
I was pushed headfirst into this world
Where pain and pleasure mix
I fight to heal my bleeding heart
That nothing else can fix

Let me see with the eyes of an owl
and hear like an elephant,
fly with the ever soaring eagle
with no voice to scream, that I can’t.

Let me see details with the eyes of a painter
and may I hear with both ears, musical,
can I please be the one to touch passionately
sharing why my heart’s so full.

Let me love with the heart of a mother
may my eyes reflect light from above,
blind me to the differences of another
so that I may truly glimpse love.

Vina del Mar

Tanker still out in the bay
like a child’s toy but huge and foreboding.
In the distance Con Con looks like a ruin,
the white villas cascade down like poured garbage.
'Come what may' as a credo?

Swastika pelicans dive,
shoreline a movement of colours.
Shadows stretch, the sand turns two types of beige.
La playa, how appropriate.

basil limp
a fan stirs

across the ribbon current
a highway crouchs

I can taste the cherise
a kiss lent

beneath descendants
across strata

a patina horse
nudges in joshua tree
shadows

limitless desire

Autumn Rain
Summer Storm
Keep me safe
Keep me warm
Protect me
From the winter’s cold
The growing list
Of fears untold
Hold my body
Close to yours
Kiss the scars
And heal the sores
You hold my heart
Now here’s the key
Unlock the cage
And set me free

Old man walking down the street alone
a bit of a limp from unhealed bone
eyes turned inward from memories
from back when he was a rolling stone

Coat closed tight against the winter breeze
as water in the gutters starts to freeze
he's thinking of a summer long ago
and how she used to flirt and tease

How her laughter floated when the winds would blow
she'd slap his hand with a smile and a no
he wears a small smile as he walks on past
recalling how she'd fill him witha a warm glow

estranged from perfect love
by the tools for manifest existence

forgetting there will be
the moment of return
to when
time stands still

where is regained
the spirit brain
that filters less
.

SEE NO EVIL
And the serpent
suddenly
slowly
surreptitiously
slithered from a corner dark
head dancing in the air
salivating sibilants
magic to the ear
of Innocence.

Rubies, emeralds, sapphire blue
silver refractions in the sun
mesmerize
to stun
the eyes of Innocence.

Smiling words
soft and mellifluous
promises
of things to come
honey streaming
to seduce the soul
of Innocence dreaming.