I won’t worry any more
Like I used to before
I won’t worry; I’ll just fall in the doorway…
‘Cause it’s alright; alright?

I won’t shake away
All those damned head aches
I won’t shake; I’ll just close my eyes and prey
‘Cause someone’s got my heart in a cage
And it’s alright; alright?

This one is calling my name
A simple, subtle love; was this all a game?
‘Cause I don’t have the time…. alright?

Come and join me
Here in my home
Where i welcome you all
Where i still sit alone

Creating Creations of joy and folly
Creations of heart
And Seasonal holly

Come in and get comfy
In my North Country home
Where body and mind
co-mingle whats sewn

Creations of style
Creations of hope
Of paint and canvas
Of beads and hemp rope

From fine fancy dresses
To cute garden gnomes
From jewelry hand-made
and orchards fresh grown

Sitting here hell-bound to write
a free verse poem late at night
free enough to hold some rhyme
and not be thought to be a.......sin

So I put my pen to pad
to convey a woodland walk
through spring woods of new light green
as though conversing with a friend
unrhymed as a soaring hawk

Sister Sarah said, her siblings are green
Steeped in the blues they fall headlong
When dealing with a willing opposite
Undefined emotions embedded in senses
Presumed love befall a smiling snare
Like a bubby traps set at rabbit holes

She prayed never to be caught there in
Declared fervidly, ‘Na love I go chop’
Her love has eyes on a thinking cranium
To see the masked on these preying people
A community that takes and thwacks hard
Like banana peels to stomach and bin

As I lie here,
In this long forgotten place,
I realize I must look queer,
With this smile upon my face,
My blood has soaked the ground,
My rivers course run out,
But in this hour I have found,
Not one reason to sit and pout,
For all of those who came before,
And all of those to follow,
Destined are we now to soar,
To our families greater sorrow,
We’ve died on the shores of Tripoli,
And one day maybe mars,
We’ve died so you could say you’re free,
In each and every conflict of ours,

Heed to the call of the rough winds,
Wild child
- Untamed soul.
The voice of the wolves of the steppes
Howling from the mountains beyond,
beckon to you.

Be mired not in the madness
of the humans broken world.
Neither loan to it a magical wand
Nor a simple helpful hand;
They’re both needless like desert sands.

Just harken to the horizon’s thundery
And follow after the lightening’s path
away from this void
before the human madness laugh
all to the crimson glory of death

stars in my eyes
they shine
and the scent in the air
is fine
flowers as thoughts,
form into words ,
as a synchronized frequency in tune
with the music made by the moon

secrets and marvel
unfold
all that is golden
is sold
But love remains.

NARCISSE

In cool waters calm and clear
I seek the reflection
that is truly me.
and deeper I delve
into my mind so still
I drink the visions
of my other self
my soul
my ecstasy

Betryal

Bending meanings you are
Ever the artist
Trying within your mind
Rationalizing and twisting every nuance
As you go after your desire, disregarding
Your loyalty and devotion
Always seeing to your own needs first
Love is eaten by the lion of your lust

There once
was a gunfighter

He was
known throughout
the land

People knew
of his
exploits
far and wide

Now he is
standing
stock still

His eyes
on his challenger

Hands at
his sides
ready to grab
his six shooter
in a split second

Hands pulsating
waiting to feel
the grips
of his guns

Sweat coming off
his brow

His long coat
fluttering
in the wind

And waiting for
the clock tower
to chime
high noon