Anne the face of doves and ravens,
Anne who rides the unicorn in paradise,
Anne whose soul bleeds on the page
To burn the eyes of the inquisitors
In their malignancy of hate-
As long as there is feeling on this earth
And catacombs are filled with slaughter
History will chew on the hearts
Of those bestial apes of unholiness.

Gently, she goes
as soft as a fawn
opens the window
and waits for the dawn
fireflies glow
wind caresses her face
as she sheds all the shadows
not leaving a trace
She dons velvet darkness
wrapped in its cloak
releases all poisons,
sylphlike,
in smoke
She is preparing for battle
in her own, quiet way
She only wants wholeness
as she breaks through the gray
For soon she will weave
prismatic wonders of spells

A FRESH HOPE OF DEEPAWALI Now 2018
Diwali or Divali or Deepawali Diwali

‘’LORDS RAMA and LAKHSMI
GODDESS OF WEALTH’’

Diwali or Divali or Deepawali
‘’Lord Rama and Lakshmi
Goddess of Wealth’’

Diwali is Divali,
it’s also
Deepawali

A Hindu festival of lights,
celebrated each year in
October or November
according to the
Hindu Lunar Calendar
the fourth day is the start of
the Hindu New Year

I posted filthy voluptuous poems you should never read
you love starved children of nauseating virtue

always thinking
are they good enough
am I good enough
are they good enough
am I good enough
so goody goody
putting your best foot forward
like empire of the sun
a wanna be picture perfect
of dancer butt love and flexed abs

have you ever seen beauty in a silky nightmare
have you ever seen the monster of deprivation in heavens promise?

veiled in a mystical light,
(hardness hidden away)
gurus, Guevaristas
lovers and priests
cast first, an eloquent
dispelling of doubt.

bewilderment
slowly melts
under wishful images of hope,
gentleness, and joy.

then, suddenly
the veil drops.
sharp, stinging admonitions;
spikes of "no, no, no",
like fangs of a viper,
stab at the so-called
"apparition" of one's own senses.

inner voices snarling and growling.

I am your quietness
i am your pleasure
your passion my touch
your joy my kiss

there is nothing but you
with dark eye's
and a smile that makes
me forget that i hate you

you decorate my lips with lies
that connect us in a beautiful misery
your wicked words
that forbidden dark
you see me

you - the forever after
salvation in your kiss
twisted by the faith
my soul in all
it's fragments
you have it in your hands

lips go brrrrrr
tummies grrrrr
bout of sneezing
a bit of wheezing
crackle of firewood
good time to brood

tricks and treats
Halloween greets
golf clubs are gone
skiing season is on
who'll shovel snow
not for me to know

covered in layers
atop thermal wears
dressed head to toe
undressing is a chore
Joe makes it just in time
hop skipping the bee line

scary sounds of winter roar
upon the wash room door

I stand here
at the shore of the Pacific ocean
distant, distant, very far distance

From here there appears no horizon
just vast expanse
so distant pure imagination
my mind simply wonders
it must be there
some where
Sun as it sets

but of course
as it sets
tells all here ‘tis
and
as it sleeps
it says

my step mom comes over to my office intermittently
turns on the computer and opens the emails
in the dark of night
making all cheery bright and lighted for my mourning arrival

so kind of her
making sure things are ready to go
she always the epitome of efficiency

did i mention
she's been dead now for over 20 years

the moment is
a missed opportunity
or perhaps a trade
a gift of peace and meaning
or perhaps a tirade

the moment is
cumulative
or isolated, alone
the maker of relationship
the time you look at
or away from your phone

the moment is king
clown or pauper
a slave to money, desire,
or the clock
time relaxing by a river
or when you pick up your
figurative guitar and rock