Midnight Ramblers

”To have the
Courage
To climb.
To ascend
Into life’s abyss.
Now that takes a
Belly full of
Gaul with a
Touch of
Rage.”

How does
Scum form?
Are all the
Dregs that rise up
Toxic
Fouled beyond measure just
Surface tension? Or just
Lily-livered consequence;
Where
Fear rules the
Sword

I’ve heard of couples fizzling out after a few years or even less.
I’m here to say this will never happen to us because so little tears
we’ve been together, believe it or not, now for 52 years.

I exit as a messenger
Of the silent rooted presence

Nothing , And I mean nothing can ever hurt them now
together they flourish and sustain
both securing and giving a pure heart

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

Yes, I will undress for you,
Each garment slowly tossed aside,
And yes, I will confess to you
My wanting, without guilt or pride.

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

I’ve always got something waiting for me,
Waiting on me,
Waiting. Just waiting.
I’ve always got something to turn to,
Something left in reserve.
I’ve always got somebody to go to,
Someone…

One glimmer of hope,
In every desperate situation,
A silver lining, in every dark cloud.
Why do we only need a candle,
In a vast darkness,
But refuse to believe that hope keeps us alive?
We must always be…

Love the madness of serving yourself…..

… “be
here
now”
more.
:)

… “yes we can.”
:)

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.

My lips fell
Full and heavy
All over you

I covered you
Tucked you tightly up
In the moist heat of my tongue
We lay locked
In a pose that would force soft smiles
From even their cold concrete faces

Then I t…

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

My poor little broken heart
Has been abused and tortured
Many times over
But anytime it sees even a glimmer
Of a chance
For happiness
It leaps
It bounds
It wishes
It hopes
Because maybe this time
It could be th…