CONFLAGRATION II

And so with leaded wings they fell

while into the desolate Abyss they plunged :
some lifted their voices to GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO
in a last hope for Mercy . None was granted.

God withdrew into His Kingdom
and the Angels wrapped their wings
around themselves in a silent mourning .
All was at peace...until Creation

Why would I look up the sky at night
when stars in your eyes shine bright
while finger tips on your cheeks glide
with a soft sigh you open them wide

Why would I look up the sky tonight
when your embrace holds me tight
feels like heaven held in your arms
turned on by your seductive charms

Why would I look up the starlit night
when your form is lit in their light
countless goosebumps are roused
on the shimmering skin aroused

Prism lidded steps
descend
into the damp
into the hold
upon the deep
doth waters clear
and purest creep
and above the
womb of stars
above the temper
of the giants
the stars
do sleep

...

Sometimes, at times there's a feeling at the bottom most pit
in ones form
why do we compose...
and
expect others to repose,
faith in what one does say,
poetry is just a manner to display,
the nuances of the innermost
depths of one's own conflict,
why upon others our misery
do we have to inflict?

Must I coat your heart
with the shine of fake gold?
Lies cannot defy truth,
so I have been told.

Be done with your deceit,
discard the mask you wear.
It has addled your wits,
hiding what is really there.

You have clipped your wings,
fearing to ride the wind.
Yet in your soul, freedom sings,
shattering the cage within.

Erase the doubts that bullies your mind
The past have been haunting your present.
Take my hand, in me you'll find
the strength to banish your dark resentments.

this sunset guillotine
with its silver smile
beneath the rambling storefront mile
the golden hills
forgotten ore mills
and Joshua trees
that shine their spines
on the low powered stars
that glide winking in the night
the coyote that beats the rabbits fright
the neons flicker
like the corner state inspection sticker
aching hunkered at the bar
drinking liquor
well a Rolla Wurlitzer spits out the weary
welcome miles
the friendly gals with their patented smiles

a sub bat tickle

we all are simply
specks of emotions
falling down in tons
like the Niagara Falls
or
merging with the ocean
in Sydney
where friends I have many

dispensable are we all
short big or small

AND
most importantly
the root cause of unhappiness
is
seeing another man
with closed eyes

on top of the hill
with his superlatives
romping around him
may be
he has nothing
underneath....

When the noise of day recedes
in the shadowed graying light,
I see as the form and shape
distorts, an illuminated blight

The only things that seem
to hold our attention still,
is the moon and stars arising
over the height of the hill

The once brilliant sky becomes
Gods greatest form of art,
shimmering with their glowing
it would awe us from the start

Even with all that scares the mind
in the blackness of the night,
with the tiniest reach of chin
it cowers down from that sight

1. Queen of the sea

Queen of the sea,
I could spell your name backwards
in a hurricane.

Bourne by an ill wind for certain doom,
I would still recall the soft
line of beauty

That leads from the irresistible
cornered lip,
to the impassioned emerald eye.

The preserving spirit of my age-
you are,
the last glorious thing

fixed in the field
of a falling mind,
tumbling through the memories in ecstasy.

2. Day upon day

make no mistake
war is

what it was

savage a war as

these things tend to be

but these battles were not fought on the
sea, in the air or in
trenches on foreign soil

death reared its head in our
garages - kitchens - bedrooms
in our mirrors
where eyes locked in combat with time
until the second hand gave way
allowing history to write the future