as i have been wandering
the towns and cities,
how could i have known
tragic endings
were all around me?
reflections of great writers –
like a poe or plath.
sometimes darkness needs
to be lifted –
almost like that of veils
to find all that is golden.
love is like that
in all of its passions.
the body that glimmers,
is the one
that may never be the same
when you crash
the temples of the mind
to give life
and unite the soul
in all its love.
when i was a young teen
growing up watching
american bandstand and soul train,
i can still recall
the young ladies
on the dance floor
in all the moves
saturating the hormones.
they had me in the spell
as i entered into adulthood.
complications set in –
like a compound fracture.
that’s what happens
when personality isn’t understood –
theirs or mine.
if i could take a satellite image
of a weather system
where my mind’s eye
was in the center;
around it you would see
polygons of the past
in the storms,
where all the swirls
kept my mind’s eye
surrounded in thick clouds
without a vision.
through the years,
those swirls of clouds
began to saturate into the mind’s eye.
slowly but surely
those swirls laid down
in the bed of the eye
where the roses
were stacked up one by one
as new petals began to form
in the shades of significant life.
this composite track
is a like a new titan
built for display.
this new tracking device –
capable of detecting beautiful women
of mutual sensories.
it’s hot –
humidity sticky.
slow down a bit –
heat index matters
when you get
around this type of thing.
get yourself a nice cool drink
and immerse yourself in this.
i wont’ get you hot and bothered
at this very moment
as heavy sweating must be avoided.
nevertheless, if you just read this:
in all the great heat waves,
the poet likes to be cool
when words sound an alert.
something new
has tremendous possibilities.
sometimes fingers
get to itching so much,
one has to keep prodding the surface.
it’s all about the soothing experience.
can you see the attention
and incredible focus
that these fingers have attracted?
this is where appreciation
comes into view.
the origin of the idea
simply craved for language.
tremble –
be a comedian
with a tough hide.
give each in the audience
a bucket of stones and a slingshot.
be yourself –
show little pretense,
but… be receptive
in suffering and direct pain.
a fat lip –
black eye –
more on the way
is pleasure for the onlooker.
no room for pity –
empty it all out.
stand tall…
back peddle against the wall.
poor aim can go both ways…
but… then again – it’s not a big deal… really.
discouraged? not likely – results matter.
it’s like any relationship
thats gone through the ringer –
toughness comes with the territory.
dignified in the philosophy of the comic
is the poet who fell to the floor –
theatrics are everything these days!!
all that failure
deems me well.
arrogance and rebelliousness
is of great fortune.
narrow views by the mob
is wonderful rubbish
in the kingdom of many illustrious teachers.
must be careful –
slippery ice is dangerous.
possession of lies
are backbone builders.
be secure in them –
it’s a great way to worship.
long ago the castle
was filled with cobwebs.
the walk up
the marble spiral staircase
was slow in every step.
i wondered,
would i ever meet my love?
the crossroads
at the time
ever so enormous.
the guards cautioned
that is wasn’t a ballroom
of magnificent dances.
once inside,
i could hear faint whispers,
but yet i could
sense the buzzing
coming from the hives.
sometimes in coloration,
life can be made precious again.
before this there were no chimes,
but the triple rainbow
shows the vision
that observations matter.
here –
feel the soft earth
under the feet.
rustling of the wind
in the trees
capsulates the moment.
breathe in,
the scent of grass and flowers.
close the eyes –
tune to the energy.
gather it in slowly,
like staring into a large bowl
by candlelight for divine love.
later on –
a pitcher of water
poured into bowl,
the moon’s light –
a reflection as if upon a mirror.
hours later –
before the eyes,
an image emerges
in that of a beautiful lady
with words beneath that read:
FEEL THE DUALITY OF LOVE –
IT COMES IN A COMPLETE CIRCLE WHEN VISIONS MATTER.
i was sitting here –
all was quiet.
but then i heard
this loud rapping.
it sounded pretty urgent,
so i hurried over
and looked through the peephole.
i couldn’t believe what I saw.
naked and vulnerable
at this very moment,
like it needed company.
i kept an open mind
And let it come in.
passions erupted in all the dialogue.
all this heat is what happens
when words drop by.
independent one –
legs straddled
over the fence
in great discomfort.
a calloused hangover
in blue collar drudgery –
results of the years
in an unsure path.
it’s like pouring
hot water
over a thick
sheet of glass –
surface hot, but the center cold –
end result … cracks throughout.
if you ran your fingers
across the lines,
remember
that my eyes are here,
experiences can have all kinds of cracks
when vision is blurred.
your fingers of touch
are a mending soother.
life is never a definitive path
handed to you.
that silver platter
has to have the right engravings
even after 25 years.
can you sense this badge of endurance?
poetics~cool out of the rafters 