In love with her own
Demise

Messalina
Demi-gorgon
Her flowing limbs
The ministry of her eyes

The fibres
Of her sex hairs
Dark from bathing

Like a neon light in a darkened room my
Eyes are consumed by the iridescent display imagine a rainbow on the darkest
Night what a display to view an image

Hewn from my imagination such a breathtaking display from my own point of
View like the aurora Borealis my mind scatters thought far and wide too deep

To hide but yet unknown from self as I
Stoop to hide from reflections and others
Views which make no point or contact
I am an ambient source of light my own

I went to bed and said my prayers,
Now I lay me down, free of cares.
I wished to swing from a mighty tree,
On a half-inch rope, wild and free,
Like Tarzan did, so bold and sleek,
A thrilling sight each single week.

I prayed for the rope, with hopeful plea,
But like a dope, it came not to me.
So I asked my dad, with hopeful start,
And he got that rope with a loving heart.
I was a good boy, to say my prayers true,
My dad came through, just like dads do.

One prayer for Gaza
One prayer for Ukraine

One prayer for healing
One prayer for the pain

One prayer for fewer fossil fuels
One prayer for cleaner air

One prayer for the hungry
One prayer for aid and care

One prayer for no discrimination
One prayer for no spilled blood

One prayer for no drought
One prayer for no flood

One prayer for the elderly
One prayer for the youth

One prayer for forgiveness
One prayer for the truth

One prayer for the innocent
One prayer for the poor

I searched for you in echoes past
In fleeting dreams that did not last
Your laughter, once a distant chime
Now breaks the walls of space & time

The roads we walked had split in two
The winds had swept my steps from you
Yet fate, with hands so kind and wise
Rewove the threads, unsealed my eyes

Emptiness filled with words unspoken
The silence of the poet

Readiness to heal all that’s broken
The silence of the poet

Angry
Frustrated
Disappointed
and unable to move forward.

I want to complete this.
I want to get this done.
It starts.
It stops.
It moves foraward
and back.
Then
it ceases.

I am used
to getting things done
in the right way,
in a timely fashion
and it is not happening.
I am obstructed
due to lack of knowledge,
and a new challenge
presented to me.

My thoughts are overflowing
with emotion.
I need to get this done.
I must get this done.

Dare I speak
Dare I move
May I think?
or even breathe?

One misstep
One wrong decision
One misspoken word
could cause an eruption

Rolling thunder
and cracking lightning
like the snap of a whip
breaking the sound barrier

One of these days
your voice will cause the walls to crumble
a reaction
from the sound of my whispers

Sometimes I'm like the moon
Dark and hidden among the clouds
Or perhaps its daylight
When love is not meant
For the sun to see
Other nights I'm crescent
Not lost,not known
And then -full
Sparkling beautifully
For all to witness
Savoring the warmth
Of a fairytale
That I wish to endure

Once my temptress
And my soul

Stitched from the one
Fabric

A harlot
With dominion

That extends
Beyond the frontiers

Of her sex

My memories of you are messy.
They play outside of the lines

and ignore in what manner
we promised things would be,

and how we were looking
at completely different maps.