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UNNECESSARY FEAR

The fog in my mind eclipsed the haze in the air as we moved closer to the little village built with wooden cottages in my head.

I could barely tell if it was the silence or the timid heartbeats the smokes of burnt houses saw in fearful eyes, or the demon feeding its pangs off our curious minds.

Swords drawn, stood on tiptoes anticipating the horror to unveil, with minds that wished the Lord took that cup from their lips...

A cloud of bats unraveled like pieces of black papers tossed into the wind above our head from the mist.

UNNECESSARY FEAR

The fog in my mind eclipsed the haze in the air as we moved closer to the little village built with wooden cottages in my head.

I could barely tell if it was the silence or the timid heartbeats the smokes of burnt houses saw in fearful eyes, or the demon feeding its pangs off our curious minds.

Swords drawn, stood on tiptoes anticipating the horror to unveil, with minds that wished the Lord took that cup from their lips...

A cloud of bats unraveled like pieces of black papers tossed into the wind above our head from the mist.

The Best Fourth Of July (July Pleasures)

It came to be when I was 9 years old.
We all went to the common on the fourth.
My sister gave me a piggy back ride
Because it was too far for me to walk.

The city had a huge carnival there.
My father was a police officer.
He got free passes to the rides we loved.
(Ferris Wheel, Bobby Horses, Octopus).

Of course a trip to the great carnival
Meant cotton candy and candy apples
Soft and sweet and the other crisp and tart
Got more on our faces than in our mouths.

Southern rain.

If rain streams down
In cold rivulets, and
Freezes at the midnight town
And all those among you

Mis-read the forecast, furrowed
And deep frowned, look
For simple explication of
Stranger things you found

In the icy silken shade of cloth
That covers all your towns,
(at least in this hemisphere)
How strange, it would appear

That impasse in meaning met,
Could not the wipers clear?
Scarce I meant for my rain
To rent, a hole in your arrears

Flames Of Every Different Color

they say that white
is the hottest flame
and that some of the worst atrocities
were done in Jesus' name

that civilization
is a thin veneer
and love is just
a synonym for fear

but there are flames
every color of the rainbow
and white is also
the color of snow

the coldest cold can burn us too
so maybe instead of
just being "true"

we can fill the world with grace
look each other in the face
and light a multicolor flame
enjoy the ways
we aren't the same

the poet

should i, in my diverse humanity,
be mindful of being revered
or should i find my endearment
in soulful exploits?
should the malleability of my people
persuade me to cry out for scorn and taunt
cry out for spite and brunt?

i yield not to the quest for blood
nor to the oppression of the mortal mind
but only to the boldness of the troubled spirit
i, so articulate, dwell not in the tombs
of darkness and despair
nor in the realms of my imagination

Black Eyed Venus

black eyed Venus
your lascivious confessions
a voice of thorns
made the priest jerk off
and for seconds he felt close to his god

i burn for you on this
iron jawed fire escape
crying on your thighs
as if landing on a dream
like a canon
that could take out the moon

feel me fickled fingers
I am potters clay
prom queen
sex goddess
luminous dusty winds
of the miraculous

everything is about death
even being born
clouds like asphalt flowers
and ancient monks

THE MEN TIMES BREED

Terrible times breed terrible men
or is it the other way around?
How can we in this time ken
the minds of those now in the ground?

"Ruthless" we might call a decision
made by those in desperate times
by those who'd seen with certain vision
the results of mass war crimes.

Can we ever know the minds of those
who sent young men out to die
by virtue of ribbons on clothes?
Were they haunted? Did they cry?

SHE

She.
In life come some moments and occurrences
unexplained
one was such a one
now explained

She.
my minds
inner image

She

She came for a moment
a fleeting one
just to give me energy
Divine

she was drunk by my eyes
and like wine dissolved
into the universe
in a momentous moment

gave me the fruits of joy
men need most
of an intent
to creativity
a beautiful content
and
in the eyes of god
she merged after that
monumentous moment

Forever And A Day

what if
every morning
we watched the beaches
fill up again
with sand
the way snow
fills the fields?

the hills
blew up like lungs
the valleys
depressed like lungs

what if the trees
sang like birds
not just with the wind
but with the sun
the starlight,
in the cold
and in the storm?

the world is alive
but it is alive
also for the patient

who measure time
not just in seconds
but in years
and in millions of years

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