The paint flew in heliotrope
splashes
wet splurge

On canvas
on rooftop
on studio floor

speckled sprayed smeared
a fist of vermillion
POW!
a gloved chartreuse
azure was tender
THUMP!

The punches for real
all pent up fury
and poverty

The gallery needed action
the artists needed cash
so spectacled
ridiculed
a school of performing
paintbrush limbs

Too many times I have sat and watched as
you have told the little lies you tell to
explain away your actions and begin
the tired process of justifying your
callous behavior and desperately
horrid statements whose only purpose is
to viciously demean and brazenly
cower any small voice of compassion
directed toward those you savage as the
vile entertainment that is your sad life.
Then I recall these conversations are
just another aspect of my illness.

I saw you swing
a lantern like a star
above your head,
you waved
and maybe called my name,
or sang it as
you'd often do
somewhere between
a whisper and a sigh

I clambered through
the rising mist
looking for you,
but then you disappeared,
and all that howled
was the empty wind
through a gaping cavity.

The world capsized
or I tripped
perhaps,
in a tumble of earth
and broken wings.

purpose teeth to tongue
how can it speak, lick lip stick?
deplete complete biscuit
seek six sick sins
sat in SETT badger badge
barge barrage bar rage
cage as wage on stage
wadded ledge hedge pledge
verge dirge dire spire spaniel
cruel sequel Daniel in well
dwell dungeon cell
fortress fourth stress
Canaanite cane mite
dusk dust of light
knife of life
separate time , serpentine

1.
We were long into the summer
with the grass sweet and
the crabapples grainy and sour
on our pre-pubescent tongues.

The sun shadowed a clock onto
the street and it was time for food
and families.
That night I lay in bed with the
radio courting my dreams
while you slid into my friend's room and
seduced him to join you
in a world of make-believe,
helping him to get dressed;
pull those pants up around his neck
and tighten the belt.

Toswawtomo.. or

To Swim Within Those Moments…

As I gather up my clothes,
from the river bank the sun
steams our skins.

We had swam naked, eyes
wide open to the chill as
parts shrunk from the waters.

Our voices were echoing
male female in a
scattering of time,
from the old red barn the
Owl hooted his annoyance,
it had no clock.

This moment lasted hours
and the hours of this
present time were ours,
we held our time gently
as not to break.

Across the Internet …I daily come across ….many guys in search of love…. expressing their desires in the lurch ….hoping someone will read them …and find a lovely girl …one of your choosing …for them…. they wonder aimlessly …some in stark nudity… others a bit too shy …. they call themselves a guy ….I wonder why…..
If you can’t get a girl down your …home and town and living lane …or college, school …. to be simple and plain …someone you can see and follow and know face to face…how you would find one out here ….writing poetry only …

Cicadas’ white noise
winding tunnel vision of gums
reeds, burnt out stumps, ferns;
it's that noise that lets my ego apart

Dishevel myself amongst the river pebbles
stained glass mountains' might in every distance.

Swimming to let the weight of my pack wash off
alone, singing madly to the sky
threnodies of alibis to my distant family

Cupping the cold water and splashing myself;
a lizard lazes opposite with an arm over a broken branch
calm body submerged in the river's flow.

In my head, my pretty head
I am diminished

In my eyes, my pretty eyes
I am clairvoyant

I see purple
or a mix or red & blue

The point is, my pretty point is
my angry auric hues
confuse

So goodbye my head, my eyes
my sentinels to the 'other' me

I see purple
it sounds like fear
it feels like thread

I pull the twine sublime
the thread in my head
connected to The Source

I am removed
of course
I am free
my conscious
IS me.

The Witness

The witness of the Holy Ghost
tells of truth in our hearts and minds.
He whispers in a still small voice
the truths of the gospel law.

How can we not know the truth
when He was sent from God above.

Be ye baptized in My name
with authority from God
and He will descend from above
and speak to the desires
of your heart.

Be thou blessed in this endeavor
and you will never wonder why.
It is for you to ask and He will abide.