Inspired By LIFE

now i am telling you! " hold my hand"

“that feels better, I can feel you now!

now close your eyes and imagine

I exit as a messenger
Of the silent rooted presence

My anger is merely a disguise
Humour my make-up, face paint, a thinly veiled costume.

just a little thread
of water
down the side
of a cup
of a tree trunk

trickle

how the time
ticks sometimes lonely
sometimes only
second to second
a world apart

trickle

as honey runs
sweet
insipid
and slow
just e…

I were so very patient as

i slowely ran my toes along

your bottom

then your hip,

you along your thigh

across your knee

then your calf

i knew from these inti…

Do not fool yourself
to think
you have fondled
a saint
You have merely
touched your lips
upon
a burden.

Love the madness of serving yourself…..

The Horny Horns played funkadelic as the sound of
trombone, sax and trumpet rent the air
There within the music, minds travelled
to where beats of soul echoed through the psyche

Always in the groove giv…

Many shades of grey that
Black and white has
Turned to ash and my
Words have run away… and in
All that time
Between…a
Different path?

Shy and curious at first. But as
Time passed the full
Gamut was experienced. And though
Reflection understood it was
Sorrow who held the
Moment… of time
Thwarted in the
Land of
Neglect…

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

If dusk mayhap should find you
On the road ’ere it gets dark,
And owls hoot more often
Than warbles the meadow lark
And up ahead, before you creeps
A cloying and deepening fog
You know you must be brave …

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…

your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.