We speak in a tongue
that none can understand
words that come from deep
which are only heard
by you and I

A spark happens
and a glow
begins to grow
slowly simmering
in the fire of our love.

The distance in this moment
does not exist
we are bound by electricity
that travels through
time and space

I feel you
as if you are here
right next to me
I can smell and touch
your beautiful skin

A trader needed some money badly
To buy goods to sell at Christmas
He went to his friend and a brother
Who works within the court house
He got some money and a quick sales
But fire smoked out his painful gains

Poor trader couldn’t pay back the loan
And did not know how to face his friend
He stayed away since he was troubled
Till his lawyer friend caught up with him
He pleaded with him to buy some time
His angry friend threatened to go to court

A silver stage,
dim lights,
applause, resume.
Silent pause, you assume-
Your electric presence,
my eccentric absence.
And I presume, it's time
for a curtain-call.

You, and me;
that’s all.

(part two of the three poem set can be found at http://new.neopoet.com/node/encore )

In hope we live
In amazement we dwell
At which cross roads of life,
We shall meet,
no one can tell,
But we continue to hope
With our desires
limitations we have to cope.
Meet,
perhaps we shall never,
But friends,
We shall be for ever.
Hopefully...
No!

this then is poetry,
the skin of our teeth
clinging to words
stealing the breath
of all that remains

bones drying in the sun
splintered by stories of our names

what do we crack open with the
dark shade long shadows make, hiding
from what we profess like sardines compact
in tin cans, the last food in our knapsack
and us with no opening lines,

I will not let time enter into the fray
the albatross is already perched high
scanning the grey sea with grey eyes.

that awkward ride home
after a night in jail,
or those chance encounters
one can never tell.
It's the crashing of cars
and old folks dancing,
baby's first steps
and our dear parents' passing.
It's the dogwood's lean
under the shadier birch
it is starvation, war
and so much more.

We returned to alien children
and wives we had forgot,
homes submersed in rot.
These women would not soften
privy that we picked dead men
from our teeth: brother’s blood ill-begot.
We writ their names in the sand not
seen by morning-light, their bones broken,

carried away by evening tides.
These men will not forgive us,
in sleep we sweat and scream
in nightmares our time we bide.
Within your guts we hold their rage continuous—
and only when compared to the devil are we redeemed.

Roll the dice of life
And place your biggest bet against my heart
Take the world by its hand and make it right
Remake it from the start
Long lost birds symbolize hope
That you would be back some day
But paper promises burn and flake away
Dying ashes lay out in patterns I can’t understand
Tell me the truth about the Promised Land
This blue vase holds your ashes
I wish I could put you back together again
Time was gone and then came back
Your origami heart was so fragile

rising from another crises
one more squeeze of heart
that should have killed but did not
I awake, and think of nothing

restraints untied, I feel along
the tubes and wires snaking down my throat
nurses hovering, ready to stop me
should I decide to pull

with the hardness on my fingertips
choking off my voice
I wonder why I am still alive
and wish that I was not