Beastly

In a series of disappointments lies the beast of repentance.
Bellowing as loud as any before him
Reducing himself to a mewling kitten,
Searching for his mother's teet.
His warnings echo not through past references.
He minds not the redundancy,
that is so obvious.
Even stubborn creatures call for help.
What a word "help" is.

It's like things.
It's like a dirty cali.
It's an unsung man.
It's all the it's in an off color bucket.
Sensing and absorbing
through levels and byways.

Las Vegas!!!!

Marriages can end anywhere,  no sense of borders.
People can live anywhere,  they know the city limits.
Or the sense of walls and what is held within them.
Ask the last people to live in my home.
They'll tell you its true.

Wow

Wow!  It's becoming silly.
Tiresome is waiting for arts to become
the forefront.
Medicine made to medicate our own passions.
We're relying on a self reliance that shouldn't
be defined in the first place.
Oh! Have they turned our eyes outward
instead of inward or upward?
Children will weep for ages to come.
Dare you call me a cynic?
I, a child of God who bears as much
witness as you?
I once wrote a song.
Mediocre at best.
It taught me one thing though.
We must express ourselves.
Freedom is a word but if you truly
understand it, you can move mountains.
This connection that is a gift,
is also our downfall.
We're like blundering babiez.
We're like typical similies and
over used metaphors.
We're like the word like.
Wow its becoming redundant!
We can regard our documentaries
without a shred of real action.
We can know "secrets" but
still we must be reminded.
God help us all....

Too....

Too much fire and light... touched and surrounded by too much darkness.
Too many worries and too much stress.
Too many of the same people and the same problems.
Too many insecurities laying amongst a pit of snakes.
Too and true, laying around surrounded by too many truths.
Too much negativity perpetrated by mine and my own.
Too much... way too much....

Sisters

I once saw two old women cross the street.
I had seen so many in my day but these were particularly interesting to me.
They looked like two little girls I had known, their arms entwined,
clasped by the hands, like a beautiful Chinese brooch.
That seemed to have no beginning and no end.
The smaller one of the two,
I could see her eyes sparkle even at a fair distance.
Her wrinkles could not even mask them.
Her hair bounced like perfect ringlets only found on
Victorian dolls now a days.
I found it strange that her youth was so apparent.
Taller one of the pair, she seemed a
great Queen, ripped out from some Historical drama
that featured her royalty.
Hair too long and full to be nothing but alien for such a frail frame.
She held her companion as tightly and as firmly as
any mother would her offspring.
Yet the shorter one didn't seem look like she was being led.
They looked like they were in mutual support,
like the sun holding the Earth or
the Earth holding the moon.
Their clothes had no importance just pieces arranged as
flatteringly possible for there age dictated
what was comfortable and of function.
I could not put a culture to their worn out faces.
They seemed to be of all and of no one.
Being like all the women I had loved in my life...
My daughters, wives, lovers, and friends.
An endless flood of memories of why i had loved women in the first place.
But mostly they seemed like sisters.
Like two that had seen each other love and lost,
saw the same parents parents pass,
given and taken grief from one another.
They walked like sentinels that had barely gained breath.
Still clinging to the little graceful femininity they possessed.
I loved them for all of that and more.
I wanted to extend my reach from Heaven and
wrap them in my releasing embrace.
To be selfish and have them with me.
For I miss them as my own.

Sanctuary

A lack of sleep burns me to ashes.
Buries and burns my calm demeanor.
I'm not only looking for rest,
I'm looking for an answer.
It really seems like I sleep amongst many,
letting them recount to me their muted chorus.
Answers I am seeking are self contrived confusion,

A blind folded child trying to grasp his closest playmate.

I think upon the time when I considered myself a gilded youth,
teaming with a naivety and ego seldom seen before.
Of dreaming of distant forests and towering trees and eager bodies.
Of being the greatest conjurer, the ultimate creator of my reality.
It seems like I slept amongst many mans definitions of me,
without them uttering one word.
So silly it seems,
the night time world so sweet in her tender whispers only to be insulted by Her.
To let her dissonant cadence disrupt a perfect sanctuary.
So holy unto itself that it bears the right to be called that.
Sometimes, at times, I think, maybe, it has lost its sanctity.
It could have been required of ancient man to have a time
to visit their own personal hell.
To live amongst the fieriest bowels of themselves.
That we need a time to paint our own torture.
Sounds too cynical, too modern maybe in that we
drown in constant beeps and rings, buzzers and whizzes!
That we are allowing ourselves to be defined by masses the suffer.
That we all must suffer.
That the "connection" dictates what goes on in our own minds.
I know the sleep will come someday.
Caressing me like she did many life times ago.
When I actually knew what tired meant.
When I actually was a man,
Blessed be God for here comes the aurora.

O Susy...

Susy lived down the street next to Betty.
Who lived right next door to Sin.
Susy always hated her neighbor Lily,
Who lived next to Irony.
Too many children not enough time.
Susy told me once, " I went to the park and
Lily was mad, Irony had moved out she was stuck with
Greed!
Now Ms. Susy was full of gossip and she did have
More to tell......
Sadly I stopped listening.....
Lights had gone out.

Merely a Tool

I've lived many mountains.
Caressed to me as unto you
Sharp and angular, thrusting and similair
similair to our knowledge, a trust faith bond of a heavy magnitude.
I knew things before and now it seems that those things
knew me before i could even understand.
They sit on the lap of servitude, not the slavery kind
but of a heavy magnitude.
Shields lay upon the floor having no pourpose of their guardianship.
Just merely a tool for them.
Just merely a tool for those.
I've lived many canyons.
Delved upon me as to you.
Deep and unforgiving, sliding and different.
Diferent from our knowledge and being a trust faith bond of heavy magnitude.

Rockhouse Harry

There's a steady rythym of counts and beeps.
See it and maybe hear it.
There's an alignment still measuring those.
It's a do unto others.
There's a connection, a connection to them.
We know whats coming, just what we wanted.
Living and loving the beautiful blooming species.
Still its an amazement when you connect.
I once met a great creature and it was the mirror of my soul.
There's a love and a light and then you know its right.
Speaking to you with a strength, a wisdom, a touch of a bitch.
There's something about all of you and its a passion.
Appreciation sustains this relationship,
counting on that steady driving feel.
Its that sense of holding hands and feeling like you are together.
There is no better feeling of loving , an equal for many.
Good times and hard times, sharing what a real woman can offer.
There's an understanding that many sages would be jealous of.
Thank god for the people that transcend.
Maybe hardship really actually helps.
Open your ears and actually feel it.
One of the many lessons I adore.
There's a perfection that is you and thank god for that.