So much morphine to block the pain...
I hope you dream of younger days
in your mind, strong running free again
instead of here in sterile haze.

Labored breathing, thanks cigarette,
heart monitor's monotonous beep;
a scene I never will forget
as dad approached his final sleep.

He gave me love of the outdoors;
now trapped here in this lifeless place.
He'd prefer duff, not polished floors
or fishing in a full tailrace.

On the other side of maybe
I meet a lot of folks
perhaps Jess will open the door
between the tiger and the lady
but you see there is nothing

not even the smile of a Cheshire cat
can disappear
inside a room too big
or too small
for gratitude
to enter
but if I'm right, a poet just might
slip through the cracks in its opening

Dreamscape for you to see.
Would you expect more from me.
For walking in the clouds
Hold me gently in your mind

Leave all the unkind things behind
Run with the waters of mountain streams
Bubble oh bubble in love of dreams
Hold a picture in your mind

Of feelings felt sometimes
When heaven bows to the earth where I lay
A lonely person formed from clay
Touch my soul it’s the thing that goes on

Forever your hand in mine
Walk with me to infinity
Leave troubles that scar
Leave those days far behind

I want to be a poet again
and dissolve into the internet to change the world

It would be cool to be able to get up in the morning
and have martial arts like Bruce Lee

Soon I might wash and shave most days
and write the greatest novel ever written

Maybe I’ll take a walk for the hell of it
and spread a meme to end poverty

Yesterday I listened to an Anthony Robbins tape
(please don’t tell anyone)
and felt some general gratitude

Today I went to a great play with a friend
and wrote this.

Depths

Plunging...
Into the crystal clear pool
Many secrets hiding
Where the luscious sapphire water
Of lonely indigo yearning
Meets with aquatic forests
Of rich emerald velvet desire
to reveal a haven of acceptance
Where the starlit silence
Of her fairy childlike devotion
is pure and resplendent in a swirl of melding
This tide pool of loving...
The meridian of many an unchained soul

you are a lovely sonneteer
the only thing about sonnets
I know is
that there are 14 lines,
last two must do a twist,
someone must read at least
lines of only five syllables,
stressed,
somehow that's all I know
about sonnet composing
my maiden one was laughed off
as free verse one
my own sense of creativity,
as on my broken down car’s bonnet
I sit composing a sonnet
hope they will laugh once again
but then this ain't
no sonnet
thanks friend

gloomy perception
is running like rain
licking the heat
between loins

sated like tame lions

that terrible propensity
for the pulse shuttle
in the jerk of the vein

sink hot mettalic
lust
the phallic plunger
run in dirty fingers

these dart days we
throw against
the shadow wall
like knife shark
bites in drywall

catatonic
abbreviation

MADRUGADA

Soy tu madrugada
fuego ardiente en el horizonte
rojo brillando pasion
quemando promesas perdidas
en el decir
palabras mutas que matan
en el oír
soy tu puesta de sol
tu comienzo. tu fin.

DAWN

I am your dawn
fire shining in the horizon
red burning passion brightly
and promises lost in their saying
mute words that kill in their hearing.
I am twilight
Your beginning. Your end.

SECOND ENGLISH VERSION

A summer eve
a baseball game
a girl who didn't
know my name

A nervous boy
made a call
to she who soon
became my all

Years of sharing
stars above
turned mere passion
into true love

Marriage and kids
soon raised and gone
a single soul
that I lean on

Years like pages
in a long book
I see that young girl
each time I look

*for Susan after 38 years

Nobody smiles where I'm from and I don't know why.I'm not from a Third World country, I'm actually from North East Baltimore.There's alot of crime though I've never been a criminal, alright it's that one time.I stole the cookies out the cookie jar, who me , yeah you , couldn't be then who?The crumbs were that which gave me away.I thought it was the one's in my pockect but actually it was the one's I forgot to wipe away from my face.Grandma asked "Are you sure?" ,then I gave up and told her it was me.She smacked my hands with a thin