CRYSTAL FIRE

I don’t have second sight,
no tarot cards or crystal ball
to burn a portal into Time
and know what tomorrow will bring.
I see the future empirically:
as far as my mind can tell
today will be much the same
as yesterday…but a second,
a moment in time and space
can bring your world
to a sudden end
and nothing will be as it was
again
the process will begin
we all need to face...and Time
will have its revenge.

DEAD CENTER

Tic-toc goes the sound
of the clock
the rhythm of my heart
each beat steadily weak
counting Time passing
to a stop.

Buzz go electric strikes
In the brain
trapping thoughts in a circle
of pain.

Ding-dong ring the bells
angels and demons singing
the praises of heaven and hell
footsteps moving with grace
carrying me to my resting
place.

When two angels love

Gentle soft and smooth,
as roses petals
one would wish
were placed in ones basket of love daily
by friends equally lovely

I am that fish
with a mermaids stance
face is worthy of many a glance

My mane like a horse's
and my figure stout
on horseback with a hat on
when I am out

Then as I swim
like a mermaid too
without a bikini
wonder how.... would you
Life is a melody of much hue
when someone is in love
with someone anew

A single moment of peace broken,
left the people of Paris in tears.
Their hearts and souls were shaken,
stabbed by the blades of fear.

The muslims prayed for the departed
as residents lit the candles of mourning.
Anger and hate were regenerated
when the ignorants were speaking.

In a turmoil of rage and sorrow,
rationality died prematurely
when peace is denied tomorrow
by the rebirth of enmity.

Because your're
Do you think I cry a lot
And still miss you?
No I don't!
Because your're
Play in the sun with me
Do you think I stay indoors
And hide from the sun?
No I don't!
Because your're
To go and about with
Do you think that I just
Stay home and pout?

The first we ever did was dance.
The studio was where we met.
The teacher: I, the student: her.
And Arthur Murray’s was the site

We danced an hour twice a week.
We danced for months until I left.
I’d drunk myself near unto death
and could no longer right remain.

I drank the last check from the shop
and knew the rent was due in days.
What did I care, my life was done
and then she came and took me home.

One Summer

[Grandma Longo :1874-1947]

She walked in slow motion
with the soft summer breeze
black cotton dress swaying
past her knees
strands of white and yellow hair
floating gently n the air
the ponies had come that day
grandma was blind
I took her by the hand
and she showed me the way

There s Place called the Rainbow Bridge where all loving pets go to
when they die and leave us. You might think that when they passed
away and you Buried them that's end of their life
But it isn't . They live on in the Spirit realm and they all go the
Rainbow Bridge there is a angel waiting on them to take the
across the bridge and when they get across they get run and play,
And its never too hot, or cold they never get sick they can all have grass

like syllables
that slip
into eyelets stop
pull up my socks
the old mans
meaning
lost in the storm
within ideals leaning
on the railing
fingers grip
feel the words
haunting
falling like snowflakes
echos hits
the gritty and
the grey of my
parade of ruin
hardened heart
in its shells of
shame
its shrapnel
blame

and still
the flowers
dead in their
repose
reside
once fresh
and full
like sunlights
gentle kiss