lusty love
first lust
then love!

How do you say
lust is not a need
after lust only
comes
love indeed

as lovers today
are born each day,
out of wedlock
by lust as they say

when a new babe is born
on a sunny day
many wait for that day

when that lover
new one will grow
in their desired
hubbys way

later lust will be returned
in exchange of love
so love is lust
and
nothing more,
I am quite sure,
what my master
once did say

Women With Their Moods

Just when I get into the groove,

The bell began to rang at closing time
Do you all remember when you were broke
Down to your last thin dime
Getting to the top of the ladder

There still was no where to go
What a tremendous effort and climb
The aura of the plaintiff was extremely rare
This is not another game of truth or dare
With women and their moods

I love beading my way
Through life as I can see
The work I have done.
Things have gotten so
Hectic in my attitude that
I need a passion to ease
My pain. Like mindedness is the
Anatomy of being yourself to know
You life and what you are meant to do.
Beading is my personal statement said
To my calmness, as life takes me back to
The fact I can feel through my feelings with these
Colorful sparkled looking things that I call home.
Beading to get my life back on my mind and body

Forecast gloom and doom
Promising expansive boom
Elephant in room

Be brave to step forward,
embrace who you are.
when others see you awkward,
show them you're a star.

Let them be a follower,
while you take the lead.
Don't you cower and falter
as the envious hearts bleed.

Remember,
the peacocks with their colourful
feathers
can never fly far like an eagle.

sun ignites the darkness
the lamps simmer to silence
leaves drip from the ink line
forest
the seasons fleeting departure

Vamp of dreams
weary walk
I soothe the ache
of your talk
to the longing brush
of an arm or strands
of hair
subverting eyes
the flash of
competent hearts

A thousand islands
of thoughts
speaking waves
on rock and shoal

How does love speak
In the deep soulful stillness
Were madness melts in bliss
As tears fall on warm sin

Love comes like a whisper
Only your lips breath
Upon my lips - I am
Haunted by this almost kiss

Lover comes quietly as rain drops
In the soft warm dark
This love a moment known
In a moment gone

Like the air between your fingertips
Quietly as rosebuds
Talk to thin air

Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
We look inside still deeper then ever before to hear that small still voice
A pathway of resistance at the expense of whom
The parchment décor had developed a specific style

A blade of grass drifting in the wind outside
We lay naked much to afraid to face the elements
Look up to the sky we paint pictures of a far away land
As a society we have become blinded by the noise

John Trudell.
Last night in a house in Winnemucca.
I sit on a couch with a native man.
We make small talk and wait.
In walks John Trudell.
Dark glasses. Black sports jacket.
Crisp white tee. Licking his lips, looking sharp.
I know he is dead. Dead and gone.
This strong-willed man. Not broken by Alcatraz.
Still harboring the wounds of his family killed,
by the first wave of foreign invaders.
He is beautiful. He is broken, and he is set free.
His lion eyes regarding me. He knows a poet

When it is late at night and you are alone,
the quite surrounds you closing in place.
No sound is adequate to replace the tone
And enchantment of loves distant embrace.
My mind wanders searching for solace
while grasping for a comfortable space.
I feel our need and I extend my power.
Now with great effort we embrace.
Moments like this are part of the magic
that is ours alone to enjoy.
I am with you in our private palace.
Close your eyes and swim in the space.