I read your poetry
Like braille
My feelings running
over the rich texture
Of your own
My fingers running
Over the words
On the page
And there, there
I find my own heart
I know myself

And if all would say to me
I cannot know myself
Through the words of another
I could not argue
But my life,
My life has slowly righted
Like a listing ship
Tacking round
To fill its sail

Yet another stony field traversed
as have been so many others;
this one perhaps among the worst
but they really seem like one another.

Each so different, yet the same,
all of equal length and girth.
Some are cultivated, tame,
well tilled and bearing rich deep earth.

Others have grown wild with brambles,
hiding vines and stones on which to trip;
slowing my steps to cautious shambles,
hands longing for a staff to grip.

Howl at the moon

Battle the torturous night
Struggle against the all enveloping darkness,
Don't bask in the moonlights' hazy pallor.

Let go of the insanity
Dance with abandon,
With two fingers up at propriety.
 
Embrace the light
And welcome reality,
Return from the shadows.

Set yourself free

Holler

Holler at the light
Creep back into the safety
Hide amongst the gloom

Raise a fist in defiance 
Repel those who invade 
Guard your fortress of gloom.

provoke is the word we must not lust after

introduction will swell
itself under

there is an infinite sin in fury
memory

gradual depression
fiddling out the angles
in anxiety
volume gliding in

calm

being in center
is the only way out
the compass will eventually
violate

its own standards
the winds

are fractured
through the inspiration of chaos
with an anchor
that can only dream about
the agility

to float

Diversify or simply

In my life, I have come to know
That a smile, in people
Are not of love, but smiles of choice

So do I compromise or sacrifice
Diversify or simply
analyze

If their smile can be trusted
Because the words they speak, are wrinkled smiles of lies

Atonement's
She will be the truth to help me stand as a man
She will balance my atonement, for peace of my sins
She will see pass ! the imperfections’,
As my Atonement's between myself and who as I am

She will believe
Leadership is more than flesh but actions, and words of a man
This catalyst is the forgiveness
Too, balance my life as I start again
Validation is to see
Atonement is a man trying to be
Infidelity is selfishness, made from weakness
A flawed true love, is all this can achieve

I am no more or no less

I am no more or no less
Than the laughter made from a smile between friends
I am no more or no less
Than my history, if my memories will not let me forget

As I become more I hope, I can become less subtracting form the memories of regret
I remember that each smile had no purpose beyond the purity of a friend ship
In this purity, I find the reminiscence that I am more than memories in any heart regrets

From every door found ajar in darkness
Escapes a slivered gleam of narrow light,
Beckoning from within blind ignorance
With promises to shine away the night.

For each wall encountered is the limit
Forcing bitter ends of antique knowledge
Into dark bruisings of futile spirit
That become warped chains of cruel bondage.

So search frantically and without ceasing
Until a tiny slice of light's release
Reveals a new doorway that is spanning
The gulf between rank ignorance and peace,

away
away

the traffic rumbles past
on the snow muffle street
I came here wanting
you to be here
alive and loud
leaning

bending demanding me
to drive your tea kettle
the switchs you havent
learnt

three blocks south and two
left

the house is hollow
and where are you
living it up somewhere
no smiles for me

what adventure you
are up against
and Im on my own
facing snow crsytals
and rain drops

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN: THE SCRIBBLE MASTER

No, not at all old
The legs still hold
The weight
Of the mighty poet
A Lord amongst equals

Poetry is a gift divine
Many compose
But minuscules shine,
Let this birthday of thine
Give you the entire love fine.
As you step up the ladder
More the world will be gladder.

Such a poet,
Once walked this way,
Shakingspeare,
Did also say
Twill be a rosy day,
When a Nobel comes
Thy way

Shakingspeare....ALIAS ...LOVED