.
mythoglyphics bore me
emotionality annoys me
verbosity scares me
clarity's a rarity

too much style gets in the way
too cryptic... and...oy vay!
too long, attention fades
too short...there's nothing more to say?

stock lines
schlock rhymes
well refined
but can't find the meter

that's how it seems
as I scan my old reams
...when sensed not as "the author"
......but as a poor innocent reader!

Amid the canyons made of steel
a world completely without green
where nature has been brought to heel
still, subtle beauty can be seen

Just prior to morning's sunrise
only sound is distant diesel's rumble
in quickly lightening predawn skies
you can watch white contrails crumble

Tall towers' glasses now reveal
the first lances of the morning light
lending a sharp crystalline feel
to an otherwise stark, sterile sight

Eyes that
Cry through the night
I beg of you to find strength

I know that melancholy
Has crippled your faith
And that hope
Seems like a rare artifact

Yes, this world
Has turned its back
But there is a fire in our soul
That makes us find a way
To fight whatever life
Throws our way

Giving up might seem right
And the pain might be unbearable
This I know from experience

There are basically, but two ways
to accomplish a given task,

if one can research, and become informed
then in the sweet light of success, one will "bask"!

Last month, I tried to move my residence
to a house, where I could better, reside,

however, while asking for neighborly assistance
my friends "dragged their feet", and tried to hide !

Now, I've been there for others,
moving really is a daunting chore,

Oh! Woman!

Lovely find
You have achieved
Which for centuries
Others have deceived
Your find helps people grind
And
Your love you share
Leaves others in despair

How is it you found about it?
That which others
Have been searching
All life gone by
The forests of ignorance
How could you succeed so early?

Your search
Do share with me
For ever since
I’ve been born
I’ve been
In an everlasting
Scalding lurch
In search of my search!

Let’s start with a long lasting base note
Romantic rose would be nice
A few drops of cinnamon would add a little spice.

Blend until completely satisfied
May I politely suggest
Add a lively hint of orange for a tangy zest.

Try a touch of bouncy lemongrass
Or vivacious sunny lime
And balance with the goodness of lavender or thyme.

Mix two point five ounces of vodka
And be sure to get this right
If you get it wrong you’ll spoil the balance overnight.

.
the donut shop is closed
he sits on the doorstep
and he waits

what kind of a man does that

is he slow, like dumb
or simply wise in patience and purpose

a pitiful lost soul
or deeply grounded in self-understanding

is his mind a'grumble
or in the blissful glow of anticipation

the donut shop is closed
he sits on the doorstep
and he waits

They are new lovers
swept into that strange intensity
of sudden pleasure's fumbling delight,
where eagerness and want make mind reject
all proprieties of limit
and urgency demands both touch
and captivation.

I never knew her name
I saw her for a moment,
in a crowd~
her face lost but my memory
of it

I consider what
happens to her,

ice blue eyes
shining like
a new robin’s egg

I saw her once
it may have
been a
dream,

what else
after
ice blue

eyes.

Orgasmic, 
Nuclear melt down, 
Stark raving lunacy.

Limbs shake with seismic
Intensity.
Body craves you, like heroin.
 
You'll be the end of mortality,
I can't release you, need to,
Rap myself around you.

On the edge  of a precipice,
And I want to fall.
Sweet torture .