Shadowy figures,
creep across the dark alley’s.
Waiting to prey on the weak.
Terrifying screams,
accompany their sordid attacks.
Their uncanny cries fill the streets!
If your out on the avenues past midnight.
You’ll find yourself in the company of the homeless!
The mentally Ill make their homes here.
The shelters can’t hold all of them.
They aren’t always extraordinarily evil,
and they don’t always possess malintent.
Your best bet yet, is to ignore them
and avoid any contact with them or their kin!

You never fired a missile
nor denied a bite to eat
to starving people

You never caused
blood to flow
nor insist eyes witness

death -
smell its breath
step in its sticky mortification

You never shouldered reason
to destroy someone's

home -
dining table, bed
their shoes, a thin cloth to wipe their face

You never wanted to watch the murder of
countrymen, babies
your family and friends...

your crying mother.

I am open to everything.
Everything which benefits me.
Everything that makes me wise.
Everything that clears my mind.

Open is a small word,
but one which gives me options.
It is large.
It is ongoing.
It spreads itself outwards,,
with arms reaching out
to others.
It is warm.
It is inviting.
It inspires love.
It inspires warmth.
It inspires friendship.

Open is way out there
in a spacious zone.
It breathes.
It is life giving.

The astute lover
Kisses the throat
Of Autumn-Beauty

Still hot from Summer's
Fierce caresses

Venus is no Spring-Nymph
Yet her erotic skills
Are world known

When springtime comes
and clouds pass across the sky
I think of you and wonder why,
eveything just fell apart

Nothing good ever lasts too long
I guess it's meant to be that way.
I took your hand a long, long time ago
and I'm still wondering why!

The memories made,
some were good and some were bad
all in all they made me cry
In the end there was no balm to soothe the pain

Evolution
just happens every day.
So says Dr Karl.
But I am spinning around
in the happiest way possible.
This time I am in charge.
I am the architect drawing up the plans,
the diagrams.
I am making the decisions.
I am setting the course of this vessel.
It is on me this time.

As a lonely flower seed
I was shot out the back
end of a blue jay
when she flew
over the meadow.
she had swallowed
me in the garden
where she spied me
laying cozy under the sun.
Briefly, I called her
mother before I passed
through her gullet like
a silent ghost.
In the blinking
of God's eye,
I was an orphan.
I trembled where I landed
alone in the soil.
That first night was a
lengthy night in early May.
The chilly rain filled
my furrow.

I. The Accusation

They call us mad, they call us cursed,
"Apostates!" hiss the temple throngs,
"Rebels!" the fat priests spit,
Their jowls aquiver with righteous dread.

For we will not bow to their painted gods—
Gold-leaf idols with hollow eyes,
Stale smoke clinging to rotting silk,
Their altars slick with bribes and lies.

II. The Stench of Sanctity

Making America breathe again —
Pull up a chair, have a seat.
It’s going to be the best, my friend.

We need more than a border fence —
Leaders that don’t treat us
Like we are just another expense.

I’m trying really hard to understand
How elected citizens can
Not wake up and see our homeland.

Maybe I’m missing ingredients.
I must be disoriented —
Or allergic to this nonsense.

We need to reconsider —
Or at least admit:
We’re better off bitter.

In the winter of my life
I had to make a choice.
The suffering was so intense
that I couldn't hear my inner voice.

My family and friends
had abandoned me.
I tried to make things right,
but no one had a listening ear.

One rainy day at Spring Creek
I tried to take my life.
They took me to a hospital
where I stayed for fifteen days!

After the long, lonely stay,
they took me back to Spring Creek.
My outlook on life was damaged,
everything seemed a mistake.