What if i wanted to write poetry
and offered alms to the poet?

Give me a few words or give me
poetic death--
stasis is not a state of mind
nor the gist of things
like stingers on a scorpion
shaken from swaggering boots
of morning,

or a bumble bee,
neither
too yellow or too black
to carry its full weight;

forgive me for being where I'm
not wanted
or being who I am--
I'm an American Outlaw:
a stone's throw from
royalty and deeper than dirt
in my own shit

The importance of knowing something
as opposed to knowing nothing,
for sure,
imposes a quandary,
words are objects of adoration, sometimes
words bite back from the margins of the page.

Tawny lions in the Gia forest of India roar
the Barbary lion is extinct.

The expedition to the inner landscape changes,
thorny forests of poetry rip the skin.

I’ve found dark places in my mind
but I’ve seen the light there too.
You’ve been the light of my life
since the day I first met you.

You shine your light in my heart
so I’m never lost in the dark.
And I can just look at you
to see love's light shining through.

If you’ve dark places in your mind
I will do the same thing too.
And shine a light from my heart
of all of my love for you.

Decades have lapsed,
Down memory lane,
Do remember me
When I’m gone,
The sojourn was fraught
With love,
Lost loneliness
Yet twas worth our style
Remember me when I’m gone,
Twill be worth your while…

Memories sure are interminable
Love has always so been,
The finale is a matter ordained,
Come hold me,
Remember me for my good
Bad
Also
When we were happy
And sad

For times a fleeting passing phase,
Only memories do for ever remain,
In this brief life’s domain

kaleidescope histories
flutter like moth wings
the unwavering furnace of the filiment
shinning
dark shadows rippling across keen
and blurry edges
and that howl caught in the teeth of fear

windowframes and taunting blames
they dig enough to scar
like blemished hearts
near seashore haunts

and a cold wind comforts
tossling through the hair
of troubles

wink wave of diamond teeth
mirage smile
dexterity of your kindness
I close my eyes and count
the miles

We speak in a tongue
that none can understand
words that come from deep
which are only heard
by you and I

A spark happens
and a glow
begins to grow
slowly simmering
in the fire of our love.

The distance in this moment
does not exist
we are bound by electricity
that travels through
time and space

I feel you
as if you are here
right next to me
I can smell and touch
your beautiful skin

A trader needed some money badly
To buy goods to sell at Christmas
He went to his friend and a brother
Who works within the court house
He got some money and a quick sales
But fire smoked out his painful gains

Poor trader couldn’t pay back the loan
And did not know how to face his friend
He stayed away since he was troubled
Till his lawyer friend caught up with him
He pleaded with him to buy some time
His angry friend threatened to go to court

A silver stage,
dim lights,
applause, resume.
Silent pause, you assume-
Your electric presence,
my eccentric absence.
And I presume, it's time
for a curtain-call.

You, and me;
that’s all.

(part two of the three poem set can be found at http://new.neopoet.com/node/encore )

In hope we live
In amazement we dwell
At which cross roads of life,
We shall meet,
no one can tell,
But we continue to hope
With our desires
limitations we have to cope.
Meet,
perhaps we shall never,
But friends,
We shall be for ever.
Hopefully...
No!

this then is poetry,
the skin of our teeth
clinging to words
stealing the breath
of all that remains

bones drying in the sun
splintered by stories of our names

what do we crack open with the
dark shade long shadows make, hiding
from what we profess like sardines compact
in tin cans, the last food in our knapsack
and us with no opening lines,