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The Love

There are things that
heart and emotions
can not explain.

Feelings of
hurt, love and pain
are one and the same.

But the love for
someone will only
grow, fade or
stay the same.

Season Of The Wolf (updated)

She-wolf calls her mate,
alert to the sounds of him
isolated on the hill.

The age of the wolf
arrives they shall mate then sleep
content in their den.

Rising with the sun,
together they hunt for game
serving up hare death.

Night Sky Beckons Me

Night sky beckons me on this winter night.
Clear of snow clouds, regal stars crisp and clear
Light this path where I stroll carefree and light
Near silent creatures burrowed deep and near.

Cold winds color my ardent face, so cold.
Still, I am warm, as if the air is still.
Bold moonlight reveals souls, hidden and bold.
Will I chance upon spirits of good will?


It felt like you were
like when i paused a minute
between awareness and eyes open
i was sure you could have been
i want to wake up before you
and let the dog out
and return with coffee
and carrot cake
i want to see the look in your eyes
when you wake up
i want to take a blade
to the last tenuous sinew
that has me gleefully teetering
over a life spent falling into you
tear me to ribbons and wrap me up
like a gift that's yours to open
over coffee and
carrot cake and

A muniment of grief

My lips touched the chalice of grief,
wavelets, then oceans swallowed me
drowning in sorrow, bloated with tears,
I float in the memories of your loss

My hands held you at the last
my left on your chest trembled
the right on your brow stilled,
a breath was a mercy of silence

As my hand slipped off yesterday
grasping at nought but air,
confused and bewildered
I reach into the void of tomorrow

The New Poet

In this foreign platform,
Of gifted poets,
Where talents are displayed,
In different forms.

In this foreign platform,
A new poet joined,
To unwrap his scriptures,
To share what he's got.

To make known his hand work,
writing emotions in words,
To not sit in silence,
Underrating his worth.

Black Flag

Poison words
Flowing from your tongue
My name must taste good
In every song you've sung

Pull a dagger, Bitch
Then I'll pull a sword
The time has come
You're not the adored

Hide and seek
A little too late
No one likes ugly
Time to meet fate

Run, run
As fast as you can
Don't worry, I'll catch you
I'm the bitchilante hitman

HITTING BOTTOM: for Bob Kaufman

Hitting Bottom
for Bob Kaufman

When you hit bottom, you learn
there is no bottom, because
baby, it’s bottoms
all the way down.
But you need to get there, because
there ain't no other way up.

Visit To A Circus

In front of me, my life does cascade

As I watch clowns dance in a parade

They try to make a fool out of me

They do not know; through them, I see

Their laughter and smiles bring me pain

I know that behind them is only disdain

I leap around, going from circus to circus

Plunge myself further into my darker surface

Trampolines and ballerinas catch my eyes

As they summersault through their lies

Balloons, elephants, and peanuts abound

Making a mockery of my every sound

The roar of the crowds and laughter too

Acknowledge Me...

She's waiting in the wings
for a place in the spotlight
the work she's done for it
all culminates tonight

She's ranged far, so far
in search of tales to tell
brought them to the Master
who weaves them into spells

Spells to enchant the reader
suspend belief and more
Looking for the tales
behind forbidden doors

She trembles, nervous, prickles
Now here he comes, his majesty.
He's through the list of thank You's.
Bb but, he's forgotten all about ME!


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