sweet cotton.
fruits of
earthly delight.
peaked
memories
never
to
be
realized.
but,
heavenly
and
devilishly delicious
and
sinful
lips
have transformed
to
enduring bonds
of
loving kindness,
respect,
and
love.
but damn,
damn
damn
damn…….
mmmm…
those lips.
toiling away
and
it is now complete.
a space
to listen
to sweet
solitude.
a place to reflect
in the absence of a mirror.
a paradise of silence,
and peace.
Oh God I don’t want it.
But I am locked within.
I must forge myself a key.
greatness
rests in all of us.
slumbering and
waiting
for the call to arms
that will never.
take a look into your eyes-
your own eyes.
(mine own eyes)
and tell me,
who do you see?
(me)
do you want to
look away
in shame?
please don’t.
I still love you.
you left me in wilderness.
so long
ago.
but I see now,
that you left
yourself alone.
you were so alone.
so stay and gaze a while
and let me join you.
we’re in this together,
me & me,
together again.
come back
to the wilderness
and let us play
as one.
I feel it.
where are all the pieces?
I don’t know.
how they will fit?
does it matter?
are they all here?
who cares!
but…
shhhh,
I feel it.
coming together.
all
coming
together.
Is this what life feels like?
I like it.
I’m not hopeful.
I’m not fakin’ it to make it.
I’m not “knowing it will be”
I
just
feel
it, and
the feeling
is good to me.
release into the flood
ushers a peace.
preceding
a rebirth?
it is so similar
to the calm
preceding death’s
embrace-
as he takes your ego,
and the cosmos you know.
I am done running.
I keep my little death
at my side.
he’s not good at chess.
but he’s killing this puzzle
with me.
Bounding
Racing
Inspiring
Me.
Old pup,
I miss you.
Limping
Living
savoring.
Young fart,
I love you.
Time
Runs
Intrepid.
Embrace
Infirmity,
With grace.
Because
there is no
other way.
Older,
And
Cunning…
Your eyes have faded.
But ‘Gus my friend,
I see
You
Dreams.
You have
them.
I
have them.
will we take them
together?
Patience and Faith.
Faith
and
Patience.
fantastic concepts indeed
but they don’t really
help
me
in the
HERE
and
NOW.
What of the Moment,
if we wait?
but
the wise Witch in the deep forest
and
the old sagacious son on the mountain
preach it.
and I guess they know,
right?
Pain comes,
pain never goes.
but
that is not so horrible.
pain is the seasoning
for the joys to come.
so fire up the oven,
a grand feast awaits us all.
today-
this evening,
I was filled with joy.
actually I was overjoyed,
basking in my light.
(I still am,
right now)
it does not need to be
part of me everyday.
joy flows
joy jolts
joy goes.
I remember that now.
life is a wheel.
and right now
I’m on top,
and loving it.
Inherent in all New Yorkers resides basic talent for offering medical or emotional advice to those in need.
Its true.
One morning walking along Caton Avenue on my way to the subway, I glanced behind me to my right, having been startled by an unusually aggressively honked horn from a man in a pick-up truck, most likely on his way to a construction site. The object of the vehicle’s boisterous blast was a thirty-something, lanky bearded fellow with glasses. He was not diddling a smartphone, or chatting with a friend, nor was he being willfully disrespectful of the ton of steel hurtling towards him… The man was just kinda, day dreaming.
“Drink some Fuckin’ Coffee!” the man in the truck yelled at him as he drove by.
I thought that was very considerate advice.
New Yorkers care.
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