The street lamps are reflecting pools of light
From the rain soaked roads
and others peek out from the darkened trees
Cold and clammy night
has fallen just behind the tree line

The roots crept slowly through the yard
Inching toward her feet
She didn't even notice
that the devil called her sweet

Where nothing short of evil could be found
Tendrils crawling on the velvet ground
The moon
blood red usurped the sky
Bat wings flutter
night hawks fly

You are not a single Z
but the essence
of originality and creativity,
as in these few words ,
you exhibit the cause of our very being

...''...the marrow and the circumstance
when all is clear in that moment
of oblivion.....what essence of ecstasy

I remember three gals,
teens discussing what it was,
the human male penis .

The old ones were good at makin’ lives for themselves,
the back swamps of New Orleans
made some mean fuckers that never gave up.
They didn’t need those needles
or dead flowers to get by in the world
like the young today.

Wild man illustrated man silent man
speak
unsay yourself
wild woman unwritten woman Goddess
sublime
sing your serpent's tongue
split the cosmos
and show your asshole,
show how it all began
poet be damned, poet be the mouth
that knows no song when all else fails
the truth, do not rest upon your
written page, rage
the devil's delivery
rage upon Shiva's dance
let all things come together
as if by chance, the morrow,
the marrow and the circumstance

brother, sister poet
mother, father, son, daughter poet
friend, soul-mate, lover poet
rival, antagonist, enemy poet
I hear your silences

the silence of pain that would obliterate you
of vision demeaned by mere words
of your guilt and innocence
I hear you

the silence when you don’t know the words
when you don’t know the shape for them
how to mold them,
I hear

and sometimes I can just hear you.

Birth of a dream,
Creation of imagination,
Humanity in calm unity,
Progress of a man and his dream,
And the whole wide world to live free,

Islands forged by great nations,
And it all began on the foundation of an idea,
A plan,
A thought,
A dream,

Poets go to line the streets,
To take a mental picture of the scene,
And to put it all in words,
To put it all in actions,
To put it in peoples imagination,

Come walk with me in the rain
and
let us forget ourselves…
all our tensions shall drain
and
go down along with the rain.

None shall know what happened
the rain comes in spates
so do tensions,
there is no apprehension
let’s dance in the coolness
of the natures gift,
there should not be a trace of any rift
and
as we submerge within and without
the rain alone
will be a witness no doubt

Far away in Fairyland
Where sea met gilded shore,
Ere sun and moon shone over land,
With blossom, evermore.

And in fields of scented grass
Two kingdoms stood aside.
Within a high, cold mountain pass,
There stood a third, astride.

In kingdom each was a hall
Of gold, of silv' of iron;
Three Houses raised after the fall
Of King Anelion.

Those kings were brothers from their birth,
And brotherlike they were;
They shared their sorrows and their mirth,
And stood together wherever.

Her First Smile ::: of 1942

Memories of mamas
Never fade away
Till we similarly
Pass the same way

My mom smiles at me
Since her very last day
I still keep returning her way

When will time
take my smile away?

Come back mama
For once
And
as we smile
Take me smilingly
your smiles way
miles away,
miles away
yes ,
miles away

NOBODY'S READING
Someone used these words at the end of their poem it made me write this right now:-

Nobody's reading
not this tome of words that flow
from brains that soak up sounds and meanings
every day,
they toil and boil the thoughts that singe the mind,
their unheard wisdom in disguise
through eyes of night
and daylight showers
dimmed,