In the heart of life
we grow
sometimes friends
sometimes foes
to build and construct
or even to destruct
but
we all end
wretched and
worthless

six
feet
under

under a grave stone
 

desiree
the storm has torn loose a shutter
and let the blind loot of night in

We feel it quiet against the wall
like a dream merging
the spine of seasons
ruffling vintage tests

the rain pressing questions
outside
each pearl lucent kiss
she loves me
she loves him not

breathe alive a hesitant
rush my spirit pulls on
rusty rails the steam
horse driver wheels

lean beneath the dark
the slick wear of water
against a trick of light

this new knowing
growing

Trinkets of solitude, seed-pearls
of wisdom follow me like small birds of
indecision,
how far do I go before I must turn back?
I've been here, but not quite yet.

In love with two men,
as different as the flowers of my servitude,
to whom do I owe my allegiance? Where do
I go when the last train has arrived and
there are no more excuses to be written
into a poem. No shadows of doubt or witnesses
to a holy conclusion or brief interlude, no matter
how ecstatic with revelation.

I met a fellow in my travels
who spent his life, alone.
He thought, at first 'twas his good fortune
sharing not, what he did own.

Through an endless string of days, and nights
where he never thought to share,
his heart became so hardened
he lost his ability to care!

As my life continued on I found
a man with a different fate,
his list was long of current charities
giving him, yet another trait.

CHAMELEON

All has been said and done
many times before
vsions old of human commonality
change in metaphor.
blank verse or rhyme.
different souls .
same journey’s end,
lost in time
fear to hear.
fear to see.
fear to know.
and so
from all others
we learn to hidel
live among as everyone

Beauty is chameleon.

with bandaged loin
shuffling step
before his twenty-fifth birthday
and long before I was born
he returned from
The Great War

she told me
‘doctors made cuts in the webs of his toes’
and, while he screamed his torment
she would pull them apart
until water turned to blood

she told me
at each and every beginning of day
for three long years
he wailed in a flood of
agony and despair
as she slowly drained
the toxins from his body
because his kidneys no longer did

if only you had visited my profile
much earlier than now,
you wouldn't have met such a fate
sad tis late somehow

all along my profile
I speak of virginity
of body, mind and soul…
men only have a single goal
about how to lay
and then let with her youth
others play

they move on to greener pastures
and this is what makes for dismay
disillusioned teenagers fall
for false appreciation,
all guys have two heads
but think with only one
the lower

and

It was in their very interest first
To scramble and partition the land
Stretching transversely the whole continent
For global economic adventures
In free and independent Africa

Our land of great ancestral heritage;
They all came in flocks of thousands to feed
Like lean vultures and other scavengers
The wolves disguised as sheep, harmless they seemed
Bearing the Lord’s Holy Grail with closed hands

Mother Earth wakes him slowly
She whispers in his ear
No matter that he’s lowly
She hugs him, calls him dear

She knows how much he loves her
His heart is with her all the time
She is his life, she’s really sure
They are intertwined

Sparrows chirp good-morning, sir
As he passes by
He smooths his brother’s fur
The Sun shines from the sky

Cool waters wash his face
He slakes his morning thirst
Now it becomes a race
Who’s going to be first

The struggle out of misery,
the drama in violence
corrupted by mockery,
innocence stolen.

A captive heart,
souls drenched in tears,
wounded by time,
shattering dreams...

Patriotism!
Kill political will,
awaken heroism,
the outbreak of freedom.