A fog rolled in
Across the river
Bringing confusion
And winter’s shiver
The boy walked up
As she went down
There was no “what’s up”
Or “give me a pound”
Perhaps the Fates will decide
Well before the nightly tide
To cross their paths once again
And allow young hearts to freely reign
If only briefly, through an embrace
There is no hurry, there is no race
the full moon rises
bringing some surprises
To tickle the senses
Through kaleidoscope lenses
Hello City,
You look nice.
With your midnight blue backdrop,
And the ebbing rust of sundown
retreating from the coming night.
What stories will be woven,
between your pillars of steel
And mortar?
How many souls
Shall be conceived
upon this night?
What masterpiece
will my brush create?
Or will I leave it
painted black.
A spectre of summer’s past vigor
Floats by my mind’s eye
Unwrapping secrets
that were never secret.
This ghost has my morning graced…
me with feelings I’ve yet to face
Unraveling
Falling
Rolling on.
The illusion,
is gone.
The game,
still to be played.
But the players have yet to be named.
I look up
to see you.
Because in you I see
the glory,
that is me.
And,
It’s mutual.
That is so cool.
I want it all
Not just a slice
Gimme some
Of that starlight
It tastes so good
Gimme some of that
Beauty
It burns so cold
I turn my back
And
the ice cold fire
Is rock
The glittering starlight-
Just a busted LED display
You need me
Because I need you
What gives?
No,
Who gives?
Our Future is in the hands of illiterates.
Cultural illiterates,
whose sin runs deeper
Because they know better,
But they choose worse,
Because they have earned it,
because they have
earned the right to profane.
Rich histories breed hubris and ignorance
The wisdom of the ages is traded
for knowledge and a Masarati.
So where do we look,
if we cannot look inside?
How do we find the road
to prosperity?
to inner wealth?
Little Gracie,
I give this all to you.
Because I have no choice.
But,
I love you
As I wished I loved me.
As I wished I could love me.
vodka tinged tendrils reach from the drunk’s mouth to
grab hold of the knot in my chest…
The knot I did not know was there
The knot that has already loosened itself throughout my body
And threatens violence upon those who tug without care…
Watch it son,
I’m not dancing with my father
Anyway old man, you ain’t my pops
And yes, worry, I’ll be taking the lead.
who knows
but you?
who will do
but you?
do you want it?
will you go for it?
because once you do….
you already have it.
So seriously….
just do it already.
Change is nigh,
but on the bye
and bye….
budding shoots
germinated months before.
So is this the season of change?
of rebirth, and new found vigor?
or merely the fruits of winter’s depths
coming to bear?
Love is not patient.
Love is not peace.
Love is a tiger.
Ferocious and playful.
but always hungry.
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