dreams flow from battered lives
kept, wrapped, mothballed and dried
but the soul of an artist never dies

Scissors of fear
slice away.
moths flutter
and eat with glee
that which defines “me”

After years the Robes
altered and hemmed
eyes still youthful with
experience folded in

King and Queen
rulers yet
of all they see
and what lies inbetween
their tattered robes
defiant and true
this is
majesty,
me
and
you

giggling eyes
smiling noses
every other week
another surprise

youthful vigor in sleep wearied eyes
vigorous in anticipation
vigorous in anticipation
vigor, indeed!

a circle to be crafted
of love and hope
a ring to be tempered
by pain and doubt

Beautiful, Open, Living Joy.
rain, but
no clouds
only a rainbow

Future Awaits
no
here it comes
here she comes….
there he stands

There they go
Where the wild things grow
to tame it, NO
to tend to its roots
as it nurtures their own

King and Queen
of soul and earth
Reigning Triumphant
clothed in love
Clothed in Love
Clothed in Love
Robes,
of the tenderest love

a warm fall day
a blizzard of swirling yellow leaves
an apple….
many apples… sliced, even baked
-consumed.
its cold out now
waiting, waiting
its cold out now
and the ferry is late in coming
to take us over to
our promised destination,
or just to
take us.
but those apples were nice
fresh, and nice.
but the air now,
so cold…
and my heart
like ice.
is it wrong?
or is this where I belong?

a light brush here, a touch up there
a slight touch to the finely coiffed Nefertiti hair
Its Friday, and the train lurches
like the Ellington standard

but the delicate hands are steady
on these painted women,
not from Langston’s streets,
no, these painted ladies
live in a corporate world
strong, tested
confident, judged
but!
pretty.

One freckled face, smooth mocha
the stranger to her left,
pale as the the hunter’s moon
night and day
beauty and strength
painted over

who is hiding?
what cannot be revealed?
when will these sisters be free?

I can see eyes
haunting eyes
luring me in with
their brightness,
with
their smile.

i see eyes
bewitching me.
making me happy
so happy it hurts
inside.

i see eyes
when i see the sun
dance across the waves
when the child laughs
i see my eyes
i see your eyes
i see the eyes of
laughter and innocence
and i cry

Saw a man with a piano tonight
Saw him at Union Square
Saw a man with a piano tonight
Saw him make it real

On the “Q” platform downtown to the BK
He played a little number, on
his upright on wheels.
I saw a man with a piano tonight
and I began to feel.

“Here comes the sun”
the black and whites sang.
but what they said…
Ohhh, what they said.

I saw a man with a piano tonight
There is no need to live with fright.