A heart made of red satin or silk.

Skin as pure a new drawn milk.

Lips of ruby red that could scorch the fires of hell.

A fragrance so sweet fills the air with a wondrous smell.

 

Hair long and  flowing like the river of  repossession.

Eyes hazel and deep and affectionate with loving expression.

Eyelashes long as summer fields of un-ripen corn.

Such trust and innocence as a baby newly born.

 

Fingers long and slender adorned with mans most precious metals.

Why are you burning, burning like a bitch.

Why are you not bleeding, bleeding dying witch.

A vicious evil hag of puss-ing warts of green.

A face 700 years old, no one craves for to see.

 

Evil green slashing eyes that glisten.

A vile and  horrid sunken stare.

Frightened onlookers cover their ears as not to listen.

She curls the air screeching wails that feels she has to share.       .

 

A bonfire is left lighted to take its grotesque course.

He looked as his hand, and the many lines on his palm.

And pondered, with an air of ease and calm.

Had he in fact lived before, in another time.

To most who heard the theory, thought it sublime.

 

But he could not deny, what he held inside.

And the realities of a feeling, which he masked on the outside.

Who could he share this with, this feeling so strong.

And a deep rooted need for a sense to belong.

 

Hearing a song, deep inside his head.

He moves, and with this motion rocks his bed.

You indeed, may take my sperm.

Though some may feel, it to be a germ.

For you are black, and I am white.

Somehow this day, ne’er will be night.

We met at a waterfall, a place so serene.

A place that I, before had never been.

You walked towards me, a Caribbean Queen.

And us both together, some might call obscene.

It matters not, what they may think.

For being fools, their logic stinks.

Come to me, and grace my bed.

Sit and read to me literature, what was it that Shakespeare said.

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

Raging war against nature’s fury

Only the, US Coastguard can sit on this jury

The moon with all it’s beauty,

Lit up the woman’s face.

As her mind slowly drifted…

Into interstellar space.

Floating with the clouds,

As they raced past the moon.

An escape with sweet lucidity,

That ends much too soon.

She moves best in the night,

Her heart, mind and soul.

Where with peace she can meet,

For a late night stroll.

The moon with all it’s beauty,

Saved her on this night..

As she danced among the stars,

On her tranquil midnight flight.

 

 

The river ran red on that day

As the men gathered the tags from the dead

On the east end of the hill

The winds blew

As a wave across the grass

The grass thick long and green

Hid what others should not see

A man crouched Moveing from the side

He led his men

Can they outflank the unknowing enemy

Without a sound

So close you could cut ones throat

The surprise attack

Brought them a flawless victory The glory of the unsuspected battle

The saddnes in the death

What matters the most

Glory or Death

its about time

lets bring it on

and erase the white line

 

 

release the lunatics

from the asylum

 

 

its the right time

for them to run,run,run

the whole damn show

 

 

release the lunatics

from the asylum

let them run,run,run

the whole damn show

 

 

madness is the new sanity

the king has no clothes

doesn’t he look grand

 

 

Lenny Gazbowski

(C) 16.7.2007