Day 1

I vow at the beginning of each week
That I'm not going to let the world get to me,
I'm centred and free.

Day 2

I feel my blood begin to simmer.
My finger is on the trigger.
I just know someone will piss me off, soon.
 
Day 3

Calmness is my middle name,
but underneath the trigger is half cocked,
and my finger is getting itchy.
 
Day 4 

My prediction becomes reality
 the tossers of this world unite,
and make my blood boil.
 I discharge an angry bullet

My dear friend
my hands holding yours
But
I’m seeing the stars nearer to me than you
Arrogant
And master of misunderstanding
No spoken words
Nor sign language
That little brain can get
Your boundaries here on earth
While mine
There among the galaxy
Brilliant in losing the subject
Excellent in gambling with words
Amazing as a passionate friend
I realized
Neither you nor I will meet one day
Only if you would read me
Through my eyes
But you can’t

cold-blooded killer

life is a cold-blooded killer
from moment you're born
it stalks you --

eventually snuffs you out
with rest of humanity
not to mention, birds, weasels,
pigs, grandmothers, fleas, sweethearts,
mice, hawks, polar bears, salmon,
grocers, presidents, carpenters,
butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers
and other conglomerates of single cells
that managed an ambulatory form --

.
100 strings
1000, 10,000,
lusciousness
ad infinitum

"luminoso
tutti grandioso
con affetto
appassionato"

who could deny
this force of beauty
this source of cleansing joy
bathing luxuriating hearts
in the very vibrations
of love's eternal ecstasy

I'll slap 'em silly
the next ones
who deem this
elevator music

The barren waste land
Of a planet which has moved into its lunar calendar
Exposing the nakedness of its surface.
The land covered in the dry death of the season

Every contour is read
Like the lines on a palm by a fortune teller
The long trial of growth craving tales
That stretch beyond the imagination

Can anyone speak its truth
Or are they the opinions of babbling brooks
That sound like scholarly old ladies and gentlemen
Sitting in the twilight of their years making sense of it.

Stilling!

You are still
As wonderful
As you ever were
I assure you
I will read you still

Today’s unintended theme
Is

Still

Hence all comments
May not be considered
As still
You are still
Too good
So be still
That we all know still
Twill
Be the best one still

All these comments are
For you still
Why do you ask still?
It does me still

A veil of sadness
conceals her eyes
she averts his gaze,
integrity doesn't lie.

Retreating into silence
she hopes to hide.
He exaggerates his charms -
attempts to restore lost pride.

Ended engagements
are harder for one
someone stays behind
the other, chooses to run.

Someday they return
perchance to see,
if the grieving partner -
awaits a new entreaty.

Most grevious of all
is their intentional forray
to seduce the lover yet again,
only to stage another get-way.

Though its Christmas, He won't come again,

As BIG G. Himself tried to explain

To His heavenly Host

Even told Holy Ghost

"There's no virgins, nor any wise men."

There's really nothing better
than a fresh pie
cooling on the counter
just sitting there - almost ready to eat

And after you get done
whipping the cream
with a little sugar
not too much - just enough
it's perfect to top it all off

A perfectly browned homemade crust
flour,butter and a pinch of salt
rolled out and crimped around the rim
It's just a major accomplishment
that makes the day a lot better

Here I live
In this cell
Made of flesh and skin
Yet, once I did fly
To the heavens so high
Singing songs of love
That rang out
Clear as church bells.
Fate or karma
Came stepping in
Arresting me in flight
Only watching me
As I fell
When I crashed
No one came to help
Broken winged
I laid dead
In this lonely hell
Is dead, dead
When you can still hear a hum
Even in the silence
Of my restraints
Chains made of veins
Tightly woven