Not every empty space on the canvas needs to be filled
All secrets don't have to be exposed
Not everything written... should be
What I don't know, doesn't always need to be known

What I do know... is that some mysteries should be left
to expose themselves slowly
like artifacts eroded from the sands of time
Fossils from the past, to be found in the future
when I need reassurance that I have lived

a cool breeze sets the tone
leaves twist and turn
rustling like cabassas
in a restless rhumba band

the pace quickens

a whistling glissando
rises higher and higher
then, in unison
leaves roll over
backsides to the moon

somber harmonics emerge
a mad tympanist
antagonizes the sky
into self-announcing
drum rolls of rain

this movement ends abruptly

leaves return to the opening theme

a graceful shimmy
flicking pizzacato raindrops
back to the sky

I still remember your smile,
a distant promise on your lips,
and the brownest eyes
calmly speared my ignorance

you became my private cosmos,
who could make the sun weep
unlocking a primordial shiver
my gentlest destroyer:

nor the world's strongest army
could offer
when your hands spoke
of intimacy
melted heavens with hells
into an eternal sunset:
magic in the smallest gesture awoke

As mind guides gliding pen to write
attempts at poetry late at night
words I choose then swap or trade
pour out in blue ink c c c...........
......................................a a a........
.......................................s s s..........
........................................c c c............
.........................................a a a....................
..........................................d d d........................

In the darkness of my room
You patiently wait
For the touch of my hand
Upon your hardened body

I miss the curve , that fit so well
And your sinewy neck
Your tones have all
Been silenced
Because of the skills
I now lack

How long has it been
How much longer
Will it be
Awash with emotion lasting
Awaiting another time

Now you must stay
Where I left you
Amid the dust
Of banished places
The anticipation
Is more than we can stand

THE CRUISE

We sailed their yacht to paradise,
At least that’s what it seemed.
White coral sand, blue sea, green palms,
The place we all had dreamed.

We’d had our plans made for a while,
To steal their yacht and run;
We meant the pair no harm - I swear,
But the old man pulled a gun.

Overpowered and beat up some,
Now both too scared to speak-
They can’t be found, both had to drown,
So their lifeboat sprung a leak.

Inert in stasis,
Comatose, catatonic.
Barely breathing.

Resurrection, adrenaline pumping,
Surging assaulting my senses.
jolting, into overdrive.

Hunger, a craving
Consuming my soul,
Devouring my self control.

Bodies moist gleaming
in post coital congress,
uncoil our union.

Reanimated, sun light returning,
slave to urges once dormant,
Devastating eruption of feeling.   
 

Step into My Parlor (said the spider to the fly)

There are those who will tear down
Everything that’s great
They complain about the world
And the food upon their plate

They would not be happy
If they could not complain
So they voice their misery
Make others groan with pain

Anything that may be great
They want to make it bad
Find everything that’s wrong with it
because it makes them glad

People

Don't want to hear how your day has been
I really don't care, it adds nothing to my day
Take your conversation somewhere else
You're just so fuckin' irritating, so fuck off

Blah, blah, blah, I ain't listening

Don't want to be told about your sad life
I really don't have the time for empathy
So please go tell some other idiot instead
Can't you see you're wasting my fuckin' time

Not too long after day's sunrise
this morning at the end of May
came a warm pleasant surprise
nature chanced to send my way

As I sat and looked around
there came with breeze a tiny flurry
flakes of white swirled to the ground
and frosted it in quite a hurry

Beneath a large wild cherry tree
shedding tiny petals to the wind
a snapshot seen by only me
ten minutes time from start to end