I -
Insouciant
ingracious
indifferently
benign

You -
courageous,
flagrantly outspoken -
have opened
my mind

Nestling joy
suckles at this breast
Awakened longing
from what was
an insensate mess

A ratchet to my desires
has been wrenched at the wheel
I am alive again
I breath
I feel

7-01-13

This poem is by MIKE CARTER, he couldn't send it so I am doing it for you, hope I'm forgiven. Ann.

meditation then medication

what we miss out in life
for sound health is
more of meditation

certainly more than medication

the former helps us stabilize better
than the latter

Yet the docs do never prescribe
what this self made does
yeah this scribe...

First and foremost
meditation be your whole souls host

I've become
abstract
they dont understand
anymore

my vague dreams
and a reality of mediocrity
bleed into one

the veils slipped
and I glimpsed midnight
I watched as each pale fell
and a god whispered come near

I've changed my dress
to hide growing scars
littering the landscape
of my entwined limbs

scattered from here
to neverwas, I am lost
alone and so afraid
and misunderstood again

Every year, we "let our hair down"
and celebrate with solstice cheer,
we over-eat, get extravagant,
drink too much champagne, or beer.

We spend too much, try & do too much,
and party up a storm;
all the while steady complaining
how last year barely kept us warm!

How it didn't quite live up to be
a better year than the one before;
funny, how last year's complaints
we seem to forget, or else ignore.

yeah

I had you at twenty-six not sixteen
you my everything, mama's boy
fight for you
when she's through

Stick too your music
mama there
when she dare
fight for you
when she's through

I'll let you go be a man
fight for you when she dare
live your dream
not my steam

yeah

mama's boy, always
you my everything
fight for you
when she's through

mama there
fight for you
when she through
when she's done, call home

yeah

phony sorrows

the bright eye blazing

thundering

the bridge alive

shaking while the boxcars

snaking

travel haunted by

I wore my fringe coat leather

a dandy with concerted bounty

in from the lost county

tangled up

intentions charged

the river why

rippled and chilled

deep enlivened

moonlight thrilled

the dark harvest

in the foyer of stars

snowfall footsteps

and sleeping cars

...

I tried weed to give me some hype
Wrong bloody stuff gave me second sight.
Now I hear that heroin is so very strong
Nearly drown in the toilet, when rescuing a thong

I can't be for this place at all,
not a bomber, so no virgins call
I saw this toadstool in the wood
It was red with white spots I thought Oh good!

So down I bowed to get a grip
Didn't know it was a frogs trick (Typo)
I grow deadly nightshade in my garden now
I hope Bella Donna is magic somehow

`

when the clack of keyboards cease
and pages of unbound books
scattered by the indolent breeze
produce a melancholy dirge

think of all the unwritten words
that remain stillborn in the mind
much like the gilded pheasant
out of the snare and into the fire

`

A nameless existence
Dwells in the castle of ruins.
When thunder strikes,
Mirror falls crashing down.

She begins her soliloquy,
Acting like an radical goddess,
Pretending to gather
Specks of hope
On the dust-covered floor.

Breaking.
Something inside her abode is breaking
She’s losing her grip on
What is left
Of her once a beautiful world.