The aging lepidopterist

Eternally the optimist

A lifetime spent in searching for

The rarest creature, nothing more

But one day soon without a doubt

He’s sure that he will seek her out

He’ll net this most elusive bug

And finding her, they’ll kiss and hug

Then looking deep within her eyes

His stomach fills with butterflies

RESURRECTION

the sun rises to colors pale

in my world of affliction

my body broken

my spirit on razor's edge

I bear my existence and endure

as best my nature will allow

I compromise to God’s betrayal

and suffer the loss of human dignity

my soul bound to its own agony

freely speaks its crucifixion

yet no one dies of a spirit broken

a heart in sunder does not stop beating

the mind does not seek insanity

for the truth it knows

No pain can steal my fire

No reality my light

consumed with waves
the shadowlair
shock lies sleeping

its true marble wonder
keeping
these smooth offerings
of love and damage

and white cap bitterness
shall wash
away the little tears

feel the true storm
ravaging bones
alive she cried

and the velvet night
will supplicate
the wound
and soothe
the ache
of heartbreak

I saw through a looking glass, darkley
there were raindrops running down

and every day
was the same way

in this dismal, little town.

Not everyone had lights that shined
some you couldn't see at all

they may have sinned
or lost theirs in the wind

for the season was always fall.

The smattering of lights that shown
were few, and far between

but, the light allowed
by that small crowd

made the streets seem not so mean.

Then, in the light of day
the dark ones deep in debt

Love and dreams,
are two banks of a river

neither can meet the other

and

Eventually we must veer
to meet each other,
across all waters and barriers

and

then you will know,
i do,
What you do
too.

Cool, Cheshire nights
following extraterrestrial days at the walk-in cinema;
to a day where you said to bet a horse named, "Five, daddy, five"!

Which all wouldn't have been possible
if it weren't for the collapse
of a long discarded picket fence
that watched you learn to walk.

I shared that fence with a girl I thought I knew
or wanted very much to have a shot at trying to
understand.

But, my point is this;
we two shared the brightest neon glow that "true magic" has to offer !

A dreamer

That’s all I’ll ever be

Give me a day

I’ll dream a Sea.

Consumed by fantasy

Within me is a place I’d rather be

Yet I live a life that isn’t me

Interested in nothing

Fearing nothing

There is no one I’d rather be

Family and friends think they understand me

I see life as a tree

A cycle of constant velocity

The norms of society, don’t apply to me

I desire to go about it differently.

Thinking of all the things doable
the best of them seemed renewable
Like the ones used to avoid catastrophe
the ones of which he had no mastery

For each, he would have given a penny
for each, of which there were many
But he had no salary, this man named Mallory
nor did his wife, name of Jenny

Now he was the object of scorn
in his coat and shoes so worn
In the eyes of the rich
he was down in the ditch
wishing he never was born

her's is a flame that splinters night,
unflickering and solid in our hearts
to make the darkest of us bright
and unify our shattered parts

she casts the gleam of cleansing light
her candles bring into our dark
with unrelenting sense of right
no lies can ever mar or mark,

for all of us she is deep prayers
lifted up on chanted lips afar
rising in the moonbeam cares
of gleaming poem and candle star.

She called him from his sleep
and begged for his tenderness
to embrace, his intimacy was
not her arousal for they had
already separated
the darkness from the light,
they had argued between fantasies
that day about
the meaning of relationship
between sex and love
neither were in denial,
she had aspirations of a goddess
whose feet must touch the earth
to open the hearts of men,
he simply lusted
and wanted release,
she had grown impatient
with his childish ways,