Some days
it would be so easy
to stay in bed
never wake
dream-live in moments
now long gone
go back
to times when life was simpler

lose myself
always and ever
in the place
of innocent not-knowing
that existed
before my greater epoch of lessons

I could stay in that world
and never come back

temptation  
whispers memories in my ear
softly
with a voice that drips with honey
an invitation
to serene insanity

Hello, this is yesterday
wish you were here

.

just remember me too
for having read you
like a passer by...

It is a wonderful
first time poetry
I have read of yours
I wonder if you have glossed over
any of mine...
though none will or would be
as comparable with yours
just remember me
across the green fields
or those with yellow blooming seeds
as your desire to be remembered surpasses all
and as you say....
if you can't remember me
then I will still continue
to remember thee
to read your luscious poetry

you touch me
and I fall away
to nothing

breaking apart
into a thousand
shards of want

I am as bewitched
as the trail
that lies beneath
your hand

incantations
sing through my blood
and I am wrought,
with my desire
to list into you

at just a touch
I need to inhale
but,

you breath life
into every molecule
to overflow my spirit
and in the abyss
of love

I lay in want
of the masters
hand

It is a language
that the heart
understands no matter the age,
as the body moves freely
to its tunes

It is a bridge between Earth
and Heaven, making people
to witness the stars twinkling
in unison in a clear, night sky,
as the trees sway to the magical
splendor that vibrates the air
with rainbow colors that only
the young at heart can see

It is a web that connects
every single thing in the Universe
to a rhythm that can surpass
past, present and future,
making our inner joy timeless

to live
without regret
is but a motto for the
modern man sick with intellect.

a modern prick
who loves this place
and a monetary
momentary
trophy case.
who cares for popular
circular knowledge
before
the wisdom of man’s
past eureka hours,
jewels, and flowers.

oh!
to live without regard
for regret

to live
as if death were possible
at any sharp fork
within the time span
of said
regret.

now this is intellect
in my head

Orange and yellow back lit
by the rising sun.
Like you could just reach out
and grab a handful of color.
Taste the maple on your lips.
Hang on while it lasts.
To quick to ground,
replaced by the scarecrows of winter.
Don’t just hurry by. Pause a
bit and enjoy.
Who knows for whom there will be
no more orange and yellow mornings.

October zephyrs briskly blow
to sweep away September's fling
and yesterday's a brief echo -
a tantalising taste of spring

Today the trees cavort, dance, while
October zephyrs briskly blow
and, slyly, ebon clouds beguile
preparing moisture to bestow

in sharp cascades, on all below
prolonging winter's long furlong
October zephyrs briskly blow
and I have heard not one bird's song

BULL’S EYE

you hit your mark
you knew it well.
you knew my heart.
the poison lingers still.
your words like jackals
on the hunt
found their kill.
they ripped and tore
until nothing more
of me
was for the taking,

The Light, It sprung up from the Earth
Jetting into space, It's remarkable girth
The children hide in their bunks
Looking through the crack
Beams of light slowly rose,
Gently rose from the line
Its beams-its own spectacle, dancing gracefully
Dancing wistfully
On the Eve of Melancholy

I caught the scent of muscadines
while strolling through a lonely wood,
a mix of tall hardwoods and pines
near where a crumbling chimney stood.

I stopped and breathed that perfume in
brought to me on a warm faint breeze
and I was not surprised when
the rich scent triggered memories.

I closed my eyes let mind wander
through over fifty years of fall
and thus set myself to ponder
about the shortness of it all.