Fruit cart

I stand next to a fruit cart in Tunisia in the eyes of the vendor
I see a fire
the fire I see
is the same fire in the people
not just one but all the people
all families
all workers
all homeless.
I see the indignity
and the fight for survival.
I pick up an apple
and take a bite into it
and I see the people assemble and I smell the fire of the martyrs as they burn.
The smoke that tears my eyes are the tears of love of life of nation and the freedom from tyranny.
And as the martyrs fire grows those who try to quench it
are engulfed within it for they see and feel the injustice of the drivers of the machine
and they are no longer the fodder that keeps it running
and the burning within
reflect the burning without,
Of those without jobs
of those without homes
of those without anything to loose but the liberty given to them by the forefathers of the nation.
Who also were not afraid
to face the tyrannical
and not afraid to face death
because to face death man must have hope to have hope man
must love,
love is life and sacred to the soul. This is the cycle
from our screaming birth
to the whisper of our last words at death.
Our fore fathers saw the need for a constitution for one and all
and the fruit cart I stood before will Bare the sweet fruit
of a victorious freedom
our nation
our people burn for.

The old table

The old table,
glad to see the chairs are full
And I'm glad to see the table covered with linen and candles are also full.
full of stuffing and turkey
and foods of all sorts
and egg nog in glasses
and wines by the quarts,
air is staccato with the sound of yapping kin,
bragging and boasting of the year that has been.
After all has been said
and after all has been ate
after all has been washed
minus a few broken plates
After when all is calm
and after all is right
all will go home
till the next holy night.

Words

I found words 
 In puddles. 
and in the air on my walks down the street.
People throw out words 
like trash
Kids will kick around a word from one end of the street to the next till its bent and misshapen 
I found hot breathed words
And lullaby words as cool as cucumbers 
I love love words like I love you. 
I have collections of words on my shelf I go to them they embrace me and cradle me 
when i need a mother
 the words would set fire to my soul when I need a father 
and they keep me company when I need a brother 
and I would protect my words like i would my sister 
and learn from them as if they were a grandparent.
 Words are family to me. 
Words nourish me. 
Words lift me. 
And words do hurt me. 
Words tell me. 

"The travesties"

The lies you keep inside,
I know them.
The things you want to hide,
I see them.
Words you do not say
I hear them.
Don't act as if I don't know,
I know.
Return to me, my heart.
   my soul cant stand the emptiness
and all I feel is pain and loneliness.
inside where once you stood
Now I fall.
My hands and knees are bloody and bear.
My feet go on and on
but know not where.
 I prostrate my self  for this crusifiction.
And Each I love you was my nail
In each I love you
I scream my hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
God damn it hallelujah!
The devil is in the details
for this pedantic heart.
with only the tv to watch over me at night
I need the benediction of a good honest prayer.
I need The arms of a hard lovin devoted woman.
 And i need the baptism of whiskey.
Truth lies in white,
And I fade to black.

Note #1

Where you was is gone,
where you are is here,
where you will be who knows?
What I'm trying to say
is we leave something behind
as we walk across
the sands of time weather it's
foot prints,
bread crumbs
or a scent,
there will be followers.
Lead them in the right direction.

"heaven in hell"

In the house of god,
I find myself in the basement.
It's musty and not refurbished.
I guess even
the spiders and centipedes
have a heaven.
There are comic books,
retro shoes
and even a ratty old sofa to sit on.
Talk about being a savior,
I guess God is more of
a pack rat, seem to save everything.
The walls are old wood paneling,
There is even a bar set up.
No booze.
None since 1993.
I gaze at a painting on the wall
of a forest with mountains in the background.
And deep in the center a cabin,
I wonder who lives there and are they home?
It must beautiful here in the winter,
just snow and sleeping trees.
Maybe even a long eared grey rabbit will pass, once in a while.
I'd like a place like this
when i go,
And when I'm there,
I'm sure it will be one
hell of a beautiful place.

"A place for solace"

Sometimes
when walking in October,
the smell of damp leaves
put me in a place
where my heart
finds solace,
and I escape.
I escape
my time,
my pains and
my woes.
And when walking in October,
The wind blows,
the dry leaves dance around
And chase the memories
of school books
and Halloween.
Those Memories seem
as close as a handle
But in reality its
to far to reach.
And while walking in October,
The chill
seeks every warm spot
on my body,
left over from summer.
So I barter my soul
for more time
But the clouds are full
and need none of it.

Belly full of love

Momma,
I'm sorry If i fail you as a son,
I could not come
when I could come,
But life has got me so
on the run
even if I'm siting still
I'm not having fun.
But I love having you near me
even by phone
so I know I am not entirely alone.
Remember those days
We'd walk and walk
to the grocery store
or around the block,
that's when we got to talk.
All the food
I complained I had to drag,
not thinking of,
what it cost to even fill the bag.
But I do recall that after a long day at the factory
you'd come home,
and in the kitchen you would be.
Then out to the street
and into the sun I'd run
to meet some friends
and have some fun.
With a Belly full of love,
And clean clothes on my body,
And sometimes I'd come home late if I was naughty.
What I'm trying to say is
thank you,
for all that you did, done and do.
Without you
I would not be who I was, is and am.
Love you always mom.
Thank you for the belly full of love.
Happy birthday.

The Burdens of proof

We must have Proof of innocence without a doubt,

i thought only god can take me in or take me out.

But as man has chosen to take God's place,

and so I must run alone

against death in this race.

I'm a man whose done no crime,

but to prove my innocence

i have to run,

all the way around the clock,

like a rat against time.

Proof of innocence

they say i am without,

but my guilt swimming

in a sea of doubt.

Remember a Man will be brought to death.

But from death, man can not return.

Man will remove man from the family table.

this has gone on since caine and able.

There is no solution in execution.

Execution is not a solution.

Dread and hope in death and love

To face death, 
Man must have hope. 
To have hope,
Man must love.
Love is life,
And is sacred
To the soul. 
This is the cycle,
From our screaming birth,
To the whisper 
of our last words at death. 

I will wait

I will wait,
 I will wait
At the house of love, 
Where I will leave the door open
And I will wait for you, 
my beloved. 
Leave behind 
your inhibitions,
your doubts 
And your clothes. 
I will send off the salesmen 
That hound you with there tongues 
Wagging,
 all to entice you with there lies. 
Eat from the humble table 
I had set for you 
to your hearts desire. 
For all the sweetness
from the fruits of my love
Is yours alone. 
And then when you've  had your fill,
Come rest your head on me
And sleep deep
And dream dance with me 
Forever. 

The angel on the other side.

The angel on the other side. 
Sweet angel on the other side 
Waiting for your ride,
How the morning sun made a halo
around your hair.
How I wish I was over there 
or you over here 
I could be with you any where. 
But we are divided by the train 
And I know Ill never see you again. 
I hope the lucky lips 
that kisses you tonight
treats you and loves you right, 
both day and  night. 
Farewell sweet angel of mine, 
riding on the brown line.

The reason, my love

The reason,

my love

I keep on breathing,

is the same as yours,

to live.

The reason,

my love

i keep on walking,

is the same as yours,

is to get there.

The reason,

my love

I eat

is the same as yours,

to not hunger.

The reason,

my love

i keep loving you,

to live.

Rainbow

She came to me
in a time I saw darkness
and clouds,
like a ray of light in the darkness
That faded my grays and turned them to
bright flashes of
magenta,greens and blues.
Ambers seemed to dance
in her luminance.
The flowers all embraced
the light she gave me.
I devoured such light
for I am black and heavy as a brick.
Turning me light from within
and fading me out
only to become stronger and brighter
and light as a feather.

Time to wash the sheets

Time to wash the sheets 
You see its been
Two years since I last shared them 
With her. 
And I waited for her to come back and rewarm them
For two years Its been cold 
And for two years
I lived with the cold around me 
finally not feeling her gravity 
The gravity that drew me down 
The gravity  pulled me to her
And I waited for her to come 
 But 
at last 
the fragrance she left behind has become a stink. 
And its time for me to think
I no longer can stand it! 
And my nose also demands it. 
So it's time to wash the sheets. 

"Unwieldy burden"

I carry you,
I carry you from the burdens of clothes and shoes,
I carry you from the mundane madness of street and cars and alleys.
I carry you from
the parachutes of lies
and the crushing
stampede of bullshit.
I give you
a sweet silence,
A numbing love
And a tender kiss
to intoxicate you.
Removing your inhibitions
Removing your sight
Removing your tongue
I leave you your ears
For music
And your skin for sensuality
I give you my sweetness
And with icarus like wings
I carry you,
Till I fall.

Bedeviled

I love you love
I love you 
so much so 
my blood boils 
just to hear your name. 
I am the worst kind of fool.
 Love sick and alone. 
I fell in love with you forever. 
And I enter each day in love 
and exit it still in more love for you. It's my hell, 
To Bedeviled by loves spell.   
I can go on and on
 with my laundry list of woes,
But will you wash them?
Hang them with care on your clothesline 
and let the sun 
and wind dry them. 
Care for me 
as you would a delicate shirt. 
Or slam it on a rock
 And twist it into a knot
And Ring it dry of love. 
Till all is left is a rag
Unfit for wear. 

Adam and eve of Montrose harbor

The lake was purple
with sparks of orange fire 
shooting off of it. 
It was morning,
and as the sun rose 
the light shone 
on what we had done. 
We laughed at the newness of day,
we laughed at the nudeness of us. 
And having bitten 
from this fruit of knowledge 
we were embarrassed 
and we got redressed. 
delight
Had shown thru our shame 
and still we laughed.

Moon dust

We smashed the moon!
she exclaimed.
 As the sun rose 
and was just cresting in front of us  on the lake. 
I can't remember the previous night but bits and flashes.  
But I can smell sex on my lips 
and fingers.
There was an empty bottle 
Of Malibu rum next to me
And I knew. There will be pain. 
I drove her home 
There was niceties 
Exchanged
And a kiss
Still
The night escapes me. 
At home I emptied 
My pockets
only to find
Silver 
sandy
Moon dust.  

To love some one from far away

To be loved by some one
 from far away 
Is to hear them
in the trees 
And when the wind blows
Or in a passing thought
Or in a dream that you forgot
You feel them
 as the warmth of the sun
And As you bathe
in the cool waters of their heart. 
My love is all around you my love
As close to you as the clothes you put on. 
And as distant from you
as the star you make a wish upon. 

Writers block

Writers block
My time are words
Written and thrown away
I've made a new collection of words
They are balled
up in the trash bin across from me
And every night I ponder
and squander my seconds
like pennies tossed inTo a fountain 
There just hopeless wishes
for the janitor to collect. 
And Right now my time
and money are all spent. 

Broken, 
is the dead space 
when you enter a room 
and yet you leave no trace.
 You can define the hearts meaning 
by connecting the stars. 
My torment and love for you  
is too much!
 Let go!
 My soul is tired of chasing
 and running away from you! 
And Yet. 
when night falls 
And the darkness embraces me.
And there is no calm for my sleep
And again your in my dreams
And still 
I Find you 
gone.

How the world is at night

How the world is at night.  
When all is quiet,  
Oh! I hate the living days,  
A winter night seem quiet as death,  
My soul is screaming,  
From a heart that is burning.  
Little things seem monstrous and mundane at night.  
How is it that time rolls forward  
Taking all it bumps into Like a tar ball?  
We are just the flies,  
Were stuck in it,  
We can move  
but we cannot leave.  
it's been said that the things  
that scare us most,  
is what we are drawn to.  
Take the moth in love with the flame.  
But there is something about listening to the night,  
And stretching your ears as far as you can hear.  
Draw a breath,  
And hold it,  
And after the cars  
And after the planes  
And after the bars  
And after the city  
And after the oceans  
exhale.  
And in the quiet,  
silence of space,  
can you hear an unintelligible whisper?  
Is that god?  
Is he still up?  

birthday wish #1

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Today, time has given you another year, 
But nothing has been taken away. 
Your beauty grows more evident as
 We celebrate the brightness your warm smile,
the harmony of your laugh
 and the person you have become.
 Birthdays are the stone markers of our life.
 And on this day I hope you feel that these stones are not heavy 
but light from the from the love of friends and family around you. 
Happy birthday life is sweet around the beauty of you.
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Forest for the trees

She wondered among the trees lost.

Its been a while of complete silence

then she heard his cry.

First faint, soft and yet sweet .

Then she saw it, it was the wolf.

She knew of the stories of the forest that protect you and the trees ripe with love.

But she was enchanted by his calls, soft and sorrowful.

He sang of the trap he was in and told her he would guide her,

for he knew the way and he gave her a new ring as a promise to her.

She excepted to help the wolf, she was guided out of the protection of the forest.

The sun shown down on them warm and inviting,

in the light she saw the ring was not new at all stunned she cried,

“I just wanted to get to the forest but all I saw was the trees!”

the wolf just laughed and eat her heart.

The end.

Mariposa Hermosa

Un día cuando yo estaba muy triste
yo visto una mariposa,
y elle tocó
mi corazón.
Era muy hermosa, con muchos colores
que hizo que mi corazón canta de alegría.
Traté de coger y sostener la
pero no era el mío para mantener,
Siempre me acordaré de mi hermosa mariposa.

One day when i was very sadI saw a butterfly,and she touched my heart.she was very beautiful, with many colorsthat made ​​my heart sing with joy.i tried to catch and hold herbut she was not mine to keepi will always remember my beautiful butterfly.

When Christmas comes

When Christmas comes

and the cold wind circles past you like a hawk.

Think on the warmth of friends.

And the love and good tidings of others.

Think of the year gone not as time lost

but as life that has been lived

and more to be lived next year.

We are just sojourners here

and so in the cold of Christmas night

pick and follow the star of your choice,

a new adventure awaits you.

And may all your wishes come true.

When the December comes

When the December comes   

and the wind circles past you like a hawk,   think of the  warmth of  

friends and good tidings of others.   

Think of the year gone not as time lost   

but as life that has been lived   

and more to be lived .  

We are just sojourners here  

and so in the cold of night   

pick and follow the star of your choice,   a new adventure awaits you.   

Tired

I find myself lost in my thoughts,

I think about things come and gone.

Last night I sat alone in the quiet darkness,

it was the loudest sound I ever heard.

This engulfing loneliness surrounded me like a thick blanket.

I dreamed I was feeding a dead fish parts of my heart.

The fish was slowly frying and I woke up.

I was alone in the still darkness.

I tried to comfort my soul by playing guitar

but even that did not quiet the silence around me.

We were just shadows

We were just shadows,

Under moons or under stars we walked hand in hand

Under Lamp lights and street lights too.

We were just shadows nothing more.

At times we were two at most times one.

We were just shadows nothing more.

When morning breaks and sunlight over shines us

And then shadows were gone

And left was nothing more.

You are the universe

You are the universe,

with all its stars and planets.

Your hair is the wind flowing ever so slightly

then twisting and turning.

Your body the earth, smooth and and mountainous

with valleys and hills.

I miss your vast lands

and the taste of the fruit that nourishes my soul.

I never tire of you my love,

I only want more.

broken puzzle that i am

Look at the broken puzzle that i am

i don't even know how to make the pieces fit

or what is missing.

is there love left, romantic love?

look at the faces around you

can you see joy of those in love,

and the pain of the broken hearted.

I have but one heart

that beats with time,

time marches quickly,

and if left unwound the clock stops,

so does the heart.

WAITING still

Moon passes

and the cold of night reveille the twinkling stars

over the tired world
.

I too am awakened by the twinkling in my heart

and doggedly as each breath chains me to the 


tree of life,

I await at your feet

for a sign or a treat that you may cast my way.

Shall I howel and beg for the moon to shine on 


me as it passes

or wait at the window of your soul till you come 


home.

Child of many flags

Child of many flags

The wind blows,

it's a flag waver kind of day!

All the children will go out to play.

The sky is blue

and on this day even a few clouds flew.

One child stood out amongst the rest 
waving a homemade flag high above his chest.

"This is international day "the other say aloud.

but the one child stood still and still proud,

We wave the flags of our father's" they chided, 
some even got a little excited.

But the one child still stood with his flag of multi colors and hues.

He can hear them hiss even a few boos.

I don't know where I'm from

but I know am here

so il stand in place if you don't mind that I do,

because I'm from the human race just like you.

My mother is a decedent of kings and queens.

My father who came from farther lands and seas,

 where he said he grew up climbing rocks and trees.

My grandpa a strong and wise old man
 said there may be a little bit of Genghis Khan.

grandma who is great with a stitch 
Put this flag together without a hitch.

she said it's made from all the flags in the world

and it looks like a rainbow once unfurled.

So this is the place where I will stand.

To represent all of man.

With a kiss

I call in to the empty skies,

shake the stars with my screams

and they fall from there place.

The shell that i am is all that is left.

you took my soul with a kiss.

Its a jungle out there tread lightly.

love is a snake in the grass,

coiled,

poised,

ever ready to strike.

you can be seized by her eyes,

and hypnotized.

And devoured

Lullaby #1

Good night cruel world,

As I escape to my dreams

I know you will watch over me,

With your claws And your hot bad breath,

Ready to tear into my flesh,

As you do every day.

MOONLIGHT INCIDENT

Could have been a normal night

but something in the way she looked made more sense than before.

Devoid of color the night steals such misdirections

like the redness of lips,

the shades of pink from blushing skin.

But the heat of the moment and pent up emotions bore too much to contain.

Perhaps triggered by something in moon light.

Was it the way light landed on her skin,

or the way the moon light made the tips of her hair glow.

Perhaps the soft night air that made perfumes more volatile.

And when at last the single spark caught just right in her eyes

would set the world ablaze.

This sad poem

This sad poem
Written not only as a reminder, but as a warning.
Do not write poetry!
I mean do not write about
Eyes that when stared at stirred or stole the soul.
Or when winter's freeze blows Don't tell tales
Of keeping warm by the fire Or body heat on cold dark nights.
Do not lament about
Long distant stars or how
They glimmer, shine or glow.
OH!!! The endless tears and devotions
To the end of time towards, for or about someone.
Write instead I love you and
Miss you everyday and Because of you I write,
This sad poem.

You are everything

You are everything

from the blue eternal sky of desire
to the sun lit rock of love
where Lizard like I bask in your golden rays.
I've desired you from the first time my eyes tasted your image,
and every day I seek your visage to fulfill my hunger to see you.
Your smile is a warm milk
honeyed by your voice.
Sing to me sirena
call my wayfaring soul to your shores

where I will be marooned in your lush tropical jungle of flowers

and dine to my souls content on your sweet fruit.

Days of anemia

I wake up,

And not being dead,

I assume.

My room is just a box,

Where all my self is kept,

As if waiting for usefulness.

I dont want to die Alone.

To wash alone the dishes.

To wake,

to greet the solitary of day,

from the great solidtude of night.

To put into words

To put into words what lyrics could not fill,

I can not understand how you've entered my life, when I've slammed shut the doors of my heart and thrown away the key!

Every moment that goes by I'm transfixed by your brilliance and your glow,

my sweet moon.

and though I am the sun, I long for your solitary luminance to eclipse this world of loneliness.

Come,

tell me,

How do I hold the flame in my hand.

In each mans life there is a solitary sorrow. A loneliness if you will.

Oh tell me the truth faithless one.

Tell it to me true.

Let the cock of morning rise in the light of your truth's day!

Come sensually

may your voice pour in to me like warm cognac.

I will bath in warmth of your lies. You are my bliss.

And I the intelligent ape will wait for your fire,

ignorant of your words.

Ignorant of the burning

Stroke me as a dog,

strike me as a dog

and as a dog I will love you.

Seraphina (burning one)

She is a fire,

The kind that can burn down trees and cities, if you let her.

Her flame is in my hearth,

I am warmed by her slow burning fire.

It's the spark that turns my darken life ablaze.

As an aurora blazes across a velvet blue sky.

But I stand back.

My gaze fixated on this star,

She twinkles as she dances in my eyes,

and I can stare tirelessly at her for hours.

But I dare not stand to close for fear of extinguishing her flame or finding my self singed.

I am not the wick in her candle, this is true,

so I can not burn for her or by her.

Maybe one day ill find to forget her

Love is a fog 

that burns off with the first day light of reality.

I felt that as i woke and realization that she was gone.

Her scent no longer lingered in my sheets.

Nor did i find her strands of hair

that would clog my sink.

The blurry silhouette urging me to get up.

The arguments that would push my will to the brink

and the smile that would settle the fire with in me.

She is gone,

 i come to realize this as i realize I'm not thinking of her any more.

Maybe one day ill find to forget her.