(Beautiful)**** words
if only
you could sing
and
I could hear

(xxxx)**** your poetry is swinging ****(a condom brand ha ha)
more than you are singing

I see gals on seesaws
in the rear parks

guys are whistling
as they are smiling
wonder if they too
are singing

You are a poet apart
singing
swinging
composing

Sadly, I am trying
I am listening
but alas,
my deafness overcomes me.

Desire,
it burns in my soul.
The dream to be
a spinner of words
to carve what I feel
with the tip
of a dancing pen;
the expression
of what it is
to be a human.

The hour of decision is made
to light the torch for the brave
The storms of life come rushing in
some are immediate and quick...

others prompt the imagination
still we play on the one string we are dealt
iron sharpens iron to show each other home
if one had an idea

To soar like the eagle to places far unknown
playing second fiddle like a dog without a bone
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need

tires go round on square cars
dogs squat
and hurriedly ask return
The sky is threatening hard and blue
walk anywhere
frost will bite U

Paperwork....
grips the pen in that unique
way..hair falling across
violet eyes
toe bobbing on spring wound
leg
plaintive boring music from
the telly
My four days off...been
around the malls and homie
spots...but this arctic air
has frozen the resolve
not even the graffitti artists
are out

What a poet
X and Y combined
thou art!

I knew from the very start

in the cover of darkness
sail boats like every day
some more in weight weigh
MORE Y than X today
have a chromosomatic date
all the miles away
from Ontario to the world's most corner
pathway
let words of poetry replay

X and Y
or vice versa
the world still needs younger ones
7.5 billions will soon fade away
come let's play

dusted stinking and gross
a full day of work
hands scarred
bumps and bruises
the sun slips in on large lions feet
through the dazed eye of the window
our souls raging but still
we crackle with static
when our legs touch
the sweat still lingering
like a hot damp relay
switch
that rush of pleasure
lithium salts
jumper cable
ignitions

Into the fathoms of the ocean
my heart dives deep
and
in my palpitations speak
the beat says

Wait what are you searching
a beautiful pearl
in an oyster open
I said

Come with me spoke the tide
and said
abide with me
upon my surf do ride
what is an oyster
just a pearl
all can afford

but a surfer
is the Sea LORD
will be thee!
do Abide with the sea

faces, spaces & traces
we each must go before the fault
were all in the same cage here
what you sow is what you reap

once this life is done no chance to repeat
we look inside no where else to hide
in voices filled with the muck & mire of choices
crayons, paper & pen

Where do I even begin
shadows taunt the sinner to come in
vice is there for the taken
the less that you give your a taker

We Hope

We live in hope
all our lives
we need to scope
in only HOPE

Life is like
an endless rope
we hop in hope
lest we get trapped
as we skip

existence,
it's a long rope
why do we only
live in
HOPE ..
Can any one differ with me
I do HOPE
NOPE!
All pray silently
as the rope we
SKIP

Couched in our desire,
Enveloped in the wine
dark velvet of our lust,
We sit burning,
Impotent.

Unable to reach
beyond our glass
we gaze into our own rose eyes
and sip the intoxicating nectar
of an imagined kiss.

The sumptuous bounty
of flesh and fruit
before us tempts us less
than the bounty
of fruit and flesh within us.