On Family

By a stroke of luck you are still here, as I, and those that we attribute any value to in this matter, those that we alone feel have helped us specifically to survive, are our families.

There's Beauty In Maddness

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Darkness

This thick dark tunnel is around me, but I can see specs of light & hope my heart is familiar with this Light but the darkness is so heavy it tears my mind and my flesh to pieces

Streets

Streets love desperation somewhere old awakenings visit the future this world is failing

The Many Faces of Men

Men, how do we see you? Let us count the ways! We see you as a friend A mate, a buddy. A strong back To move furniture If the occasion arises Fixer of cars And things mechanical
Cherry

Calling

The somnambulist negotiates a cliff-top stairway carries her invisible apple a delicate heart-throb in her palm the grey weathered stair-stone rubbed smooth by the ancients

S to the I to the N

the pinion of penetration which is pounded into your skull at birth if you are ever so lucky enough to be born into one of those families which hold the instrumental

in the absence of a cliffhanger

as our congregation of lying nitwits & corporate whores beat the drum incessantly BAM BAM BAM BAM bringing pain to the eardrums of the american people,

At Sea

I am standing on a raft in the cold sea, Where killer whales frolic. Marooned and bobbing in the water, The chilly waves slosh over the sides And slop about my feet.

Romantic Love Poem

Beside the face of heaven, there I rise and see the opening of your lustrous eyes. The birth of two bright stars, each morn, I see. No man was ever fortunate as me.

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