Goldenrod explode on the road sides
on a cool day 'neath the leaden sky
with black eyed Susans close as brides,
yellows exhaled by fall's first sigh.

Among the forests poplars turn,
gold sprinkled among somber green
like specks of butter in a churn
foretelling colors yet unseen.

Not yet time for the orange blaze
of hickory or maple trees
glowing through calm morning haze
or flickering in a gentle breeze.

I speak not of the holocaust,
Not six millions gassed to death
But the writing, “Never Again”
At the foot of a statue in Jufure
A man with a global map head
With outstretched arms
With broken chains of slavery
To mark the end of an era
When free men and women
Even children were sold into slavery
We celebrate now, at the Freedom Pole
And relive Alex Haley’s ‘Roots’ in June
With boat regattas to James Island
And with the proclamation, Never Again

When your boobs begin descending
When your bottoms getting bigger
When you put on extra weight
And you’ve lost your girlish figure
When you find a friend in chocolate
When you’d rather read a book
When you take off all your clothes
And nobody wants to look
When you get a water bottle
When your feet are always cold
When the night sweats come to haunt you
It’s a sign you’re getting old

A rumbling in the heavens
Is it moving day
For those
That walk upon the clouds

An eviction of sorts
For the ones
Who refuse to conform
To the antiquated ways

Time has been
The master of great change
But do those of old accept
A revolution of new thoughts

Is the golden rule
Still applicable
To mindfulness in those
Of free thinking

Where does it say
Choice was taken away
When it was given at the start
The road is there before us

bold face dancer
the lick of lights
sway quick to the beats
washing through
subsonic undulations

sweat drenched perfumed
treasure
with all your glitter trophy
gleaming

sweet saphire soul
a queen to eyptian thread
sheets on orthopaedic
bed thrones

I shall not be gone for long
but where I now belong
is far, far forlorn
sooner than later
I may be gone

But

hope to return
with Love to all
from Loved Anon...

I now reside
In a different world
they call paradice,
not paradise
but
where their is no ice,
only infested by mice.

None-the-less
life here is also very nice.

I miss you all too.
With love to all
who still loved Loved...

Life is a bipolar illness of the mind, I think.
The pendulum swings, emotions
to-ing and fro-ing on my heart dangling
from free-floating clouds,
stormy weather riding the heart-line,
the life-line shifts
from every direction,
but my director takes no hostages, pins no
awards for lifetime achievements or indiscretionary
wardrobe malfunctions
(it's all about the wardrobe and the make-up, eh?)

Sadness is what you cause me
Hurt my emotions,
Tear my confidence away,
Weaken my heart.

I love you with the same weak heart
Care for you,
Protect you with the same heart,
However you fail to see.

This is where our road ends
Our paths should depart separately,
For you have done the worst,
Bringing tears to my lovely, loving face.

Thrown to the coals
That no one knows
Our lives fleeting
Will we ever find meaning?

In all our world we know not the fool,
Who is in our self to breed out the tool;
All angels know god
And their pick-up isn't barred.

As humans, us mammals
Are like shotgun barrels.
Our tainted food not kept pure is a killer,
But as long as it lines your pockets is just filler.

Your beard rough against my face
lover's sweat upon our bed,
emotions lingering press,
your hands wrap around my poem..