May 30, 2014

Peace and Love

lay down your swords, you man of war
lay down and answer for your sins
man of war, he who ministers the mistreatment of earth
he who strips the land, root by root, to barren field, raw
he who cuts down with killing knife, all dead from life
he who squanders the trees and fields of blossoming nature
he who takes the life of creatures of youth and of old, once free to roam
Listen now! give back with time we do not have
Listen now! do not wait, do not walk away, give back with your blood you took with greed
give back with your sweat, trade with your tears for the tears you stole
give back and sew the seeds, plant the wheat and the corn and the beans within rows
spread the fields with cows and sheep, the range to spread wide with nurtured fruit trees spread throughout the hills and valleys,  the stalks with golden hues, give back
do not take again, do not kill the innocent, the givers of life
do not trade blow for blow with unsheathed arrows and knife
with bare arms you will give back what you have stolen from time
over the millennium of suns let it rise and set in peace, on goodness,
over the decades give wealth back with love and caring for one to another
from this day forward
from this day forth
until the sea meets the sun
until the sun sets no more

May 24, 2014

Finding Love

Love strokes the ego, the breast, the mind and all the senses

Love alters passages, trails, and pathways

Love seeks to care, to share, to spare

Love frames a picture, masks a painting, takes out memory and shelters in storms
It puts out fires, quenches desires, makes believe, holds your hand
It covers hurt like soothing cloth, salve, a balm

Into the far beyond, into the conscience labors, floating away on clouds of gray
Love is everywhere, it seems, love unfurls its masts in streams

Control is gone, free spirit arises and cheats the best, it takes the heart to full arrest
Love blinds, coerces, shames and bludgeons your dreams

You do what has to be done, you try again, a war to be won, growing stronger, everlasting
Where blue birds sing in the rain, where buds bloom in the spring
A beautiful love, an earth swell, endures the test at last

May 12, 2014


The words lie under my fingertips, my eyes close and there you are.

Hanging taut through twining tendrils' soft moonlight, Jasmine soaked with scent of floral bouquet, unspoken but known, never seen but felt, the heady tug, the cloying petal captured upon day's heat, seducing by night.
Sweetness.  She walks behind, she hides, she lingers; she waits and then slowly enters the room where no one is waiting; she slips her slender presence quietly into unsuspecting arms.  Do you hear me, do you see me, do you feel me cling to your shadow and follow you around?  
She whispers.  A fragrance am I, a sweet fragrance of youth who steals your heart. 
Holding on to the night, I love you more than life, you are dark, the mysterious muse that satiates hunger, thirst and gnawing desires, tiger, oh my tiger! You are there, you are near...I love you more than life. Wake now, into open arms, the arena, only sawdust between us, walk.

May 3, 2014

black as the night

sitting, slipping, sliding into the basement, the lower half of night, of hell.  lights out, candles snuffed, the smell of old wicks and candle wax float through the cracks and empty spaces dull with blackened, tarnished hands that lie still in the lap of night.  silence is pounding like sea storms into eardrums, reverberating a deafened, aching void, a void that eats up the night like a hungry ghoul, a vampire sucking the spaces away to neither sit nor stand. hanging are portraits of those who passed this way before me.