Baptism

After an hour,
the warmth is fading.
And the peace remains.

Purified to humble beginnings
we all thrive here.
And the peace remains.

Life is short,
but I've heard worse.
And the peace remains.

After an hour,
the warmth is fading.
And we bid it adieu.

For parting is such sweet
Abandon.


Thorn and Rose

Former: Product of the latter.
From whence to us, it doesn't matter.
And here it is, in present state.
Come and act. Don't make it wait.

What need have we for any reason?
Fruit will only pick in season,
lest it has a bitter taste.
Come, let's harvest good in haste.

In love, together, two hearts chime.
In lust, the taste is caught in brine.
The Question is "of love or lust?"
Only time can answer us.

Perspective #1

Surrounded by Seclusion,
Absorbed in Apathy,
Huddled over Hatred,
and Looking around Lustfully,
He is.

The Makings of Mankind.

Surrounded by Serenity,
Absorbed in Absolving,
Huddled over Harmony,
and Looking around Lovingly,
She is.

The Hope of Humanity.


Perspective #2

Ending with "Right"
is Correct,
by finishing
without a fight.

But, starting with Ending
is better by far,
for Ending with "Wrong"
is not "Right."


Perspective #3

How is it:

A blank canvas has
no morality, and yet
it's vulnerability is
pure?

A chimney's soot has
no sin, and yet
it's filth is
ungodly?

A brownie's stench has
no will, and yet
it's nature is
both
sinful and
heavenly?


227 Days

there's unforgiving steel
in this forgiving smile.
my fingers smell of smoke, the
remnant's still glowing on my porch.
yesterday's beer cans lie crumpled.
aluminum musketeers in the bin.

there's unfamiliar family
surrounding this kid in
insecure surroundings.
now safe from the security
of my blind elders and unsure
of my income or outcome

but how-come i feel so safe?

Inconceivable Void (in the eyes of a simpleton)

From my porch I see two stars
caught, in boughs of
Birch and Pine.

and staring into heaven,
that abyss of old,
none can fathom
the sheer
lack:

of Air,
of Space,
of Love,

or any feeling for that matter.

From my porch i see city lights,
bringing no hope.
No hope,
save for two stars
in boughs of
Oak and Pine.


In Love, In Denial

We are
Incredulous lovers,
disregarding truth as
fantasy. It's possible,
but ignored as improbable.
Not nonsensical, but
new and untamed.
I'll never know the new
as she knew the new'd
stay the way it was,

in incredulous disregard.


These were the words

These were the words:

With which we won
what was woefully wisked
away when we winked.

Wondering why we were
where we were
when we weren't watching.


Proposal

If I have never mentioned this,
I wanted you to know,
and keeping quiet isn't fair,
It isn't quid pro-quo.

You've always meant the world to me,
In times of dire need.
You've listened well and calmed my fears
with tranquil ease and speed.

I wish there was a way that I
could somehow pay you back,
for all the things you've done for me
and everything I lack.

A simple thanks, a hug and kiss
are all I have for you.
Unless your answer to my plea
is found to be "I Do."

Inspiration from www.egodialogues.com/words-language/2sentences.php/

"I can avoid tax collectors all day. When night comes, Death is the only one left to pay."

"Two bodies lie sleeping not 5 feet from one another. Only dirt and finely crafted wood separate them through the centuries."

"I'm Daring, the dastardly, dueling duo. And I'm his other half."

"Understand what you're reading before you read what you understand. Comprehension begins with the resolution of illiterate tension."

"Meanings mean different things. It's the mean of meanings that stays the same."

"All my words are original. It's the thoughts I've stolen."

America (a Senryu)

hard, long day of work
boxer briefs, t-shirt, and beer
cigarette and game


Departure (a Senryu)

insecure breath fills
shallow emotion ensnares
goodbyes are so hard


Departure (a Senryu revisited)

shallow breath so hard
ensnares insecurity
goodbye emotion


Anew (a Haiku)

little raindrops dance
quenching remnants of yester
clean of sorrows past


Arm Rest (Head Rest)

Here,
I rest the origin
of my being,
my mind,
as it wanders
and dances
among the sunbeams,
bouncing with the
grains and joints,
faceted with
sunlight's golden
kisses.
Here,
I rest.


Intimacy

Close my lips,
Open my eyes,
Loosen your hips,
Show me the lies.

Open my lips,
Close my eyes
Show me the hips,
Loosen your lies.

Prime Time

blizzard
projected onto thin
glass,
separating man from
magic.

Hollywood to Suburbia in a flash of
unpredictable weather patterns rising from
unimaginable strength in so
few who call themselves

[static]

nothing; we give them their Identity,
stolen away from reality to
Soothe and Relieves our Sore, Aching
Psyche,
found bruised and battered in a field
just north of what used to be
a solid foundation for
A Nation, under antennas and cables.

Satellite dishes, like wishes, fall
from the sky into murky depths.

recovered, recycled, re-made,
sequel'ed, prequel'ed, marathon'ed,
left for dead in a cold warehouse
during the

blizzard
between the man and the magic.

a poem (or two)

boring

The Intense sensation of nothing.

Inexplicable lack thereof.

Overstimulation is a fantasy

Which won’t come until

I’m done with doing what this abyss

has done to me, and yet

it continues.

Ailing Love

Did I wake thee, precious Angel?

Slumber now and rest thine head,

whilst I look upon thine face,

Lie and grace this bed.

Close thine eyes of sapphire.

Save them for the morn.

Where i'll be a waitin'

Pray don't leave me here forlorn.

Still. Lie there motionless

in that nat'ral state.

Restin' and a waitin'

till the Sun shall fall by fate.