Today is the day I put off my future Into its hours my fear nurtured Pain and risk are too much to carry Hiding from this shame is all mine to bury The gray now so profound to my hair So many moments lost, now fully bared My youth is all gone I tried to hold it in sorrow What I did not know then Today is tomorrow

Drenched by a rainbow of watermelon stains in twilight's marmalade gazing toward night on nature's patio with whisking cloud songs of shower's musical rain for scrapbooks and parasols

I was akin to darkness Secluded from the norms Disconnected from conventions Until you lit a match It sparked up the world around me Casting shadowed figures That foretold of endless possibilities A chance for invigorating adventures However, I did not foresee, That you would toss the match at me Igniting the clothing I wore Burning away layers like never before The cloth quickly turned to ash on my skin You sat back watc...

The stalk of your sensuous shadow, haunting, the carnal essence of my soul's absolution. Absolving my lusting eyes as I repent the sins of my poetic gangrene penned by the Tarot. In the dark shade of this Gothic cult the griffin whispers through loveless mascara, sotto voce, under breath.

~ I opened my eyes ~ To find your tears Raining down from heaven. ~ You fought the good fight With all of your might Until heaven called you home. ~ Every day, Every night Your smile shone bright Now your loving Star Shines from heaven, bright. ~ With every raindrop falling We all shall be knowing You’re thinking of us, wholly. ~ As our teardrops fall We are, forever more, ~ THINKING, LOVING AND MISSING YOU ~

In the eyes of the dark now pale of the bark to be from the leaf of old mothers death hangs from the Tupelo gathering the thorns with the last breath of Autumn falling into the shadow of the veil in the eyes of the dark

Play for me your unwritten melody Be authentic as you tickle the ivory Reveal yourself with each note unabashedly Entrance me with your musical honesty Play for me haphazardly Free yourself from the confines of conventionality Sing your reality off-key Hypnotize me with raw poetry Play for me your harmonious art Worry not if you’re witty or smart Worry not if you do not sound like Mozart Simply strum the strings of your h...

In dreams of nature's paramour of cardamon and used candles. Listening to the sounds from the well of Artesian and Aphrodite. Echoing the clandestine tall trees of the winds and leaves of lingerie. Whispering geometry, π r2, in dreams of nature's paramour.

Clinging onto faded photographs Rigid poses that were choreographed Blurred bodies and echoed laughs Locked in stasis for a time and a half A mirror to glance into the past Sparking memories specific and vast Faces of Youth gone too fast Fleeting moments were never meant to last A tool invented allows us to remember Sunsoaked summers and chilled Decembers Waves of joy and hearts in embers A time conserved together Hollowe...

Of withers and breathless willows in a lyrical translation haunting the quiver in my mind silently like fingers bending holding on to the pen's morality as soft winds touch the myriads at peace in remnants of nature of withers and breathless willows with a spiritual dialysis of Gregorian monks sung in prayer

these dreams, haunted melodies outside my window a nosegay of putricication boiling over the moon's shadow falling onto a barren land with no soul as muddy waters from deep when the mast is broken and the bilge is pumped by who... laying waste to humanity but the cicadas will soon die when they meet God

Through your almondine green eyes love me when the waters are still love me when the tides rise and the buttermilk churns beneath the gray skies of an Autumn's windjammer the falling leaves of sycamores love me in your anonymous love me beneath your cold stone while I am still living beneath the gray skies of an Autumn's windjammer

It's bedtime for Bonzo and Hector Alonzo, Ronald Reagan didn't make it out of bed So we stayed there all day watching pretty women with that rug on top of Hector Alonzo's head Dancing in circles listening to the Go-Go's, waiting for that moment we'ed all be dead Raging and screaming while we did nothing, raging and screaming until the end Dismayed by this ending and there is always an ending Step to the side their story i...

"With this ring", In the candle's light, I can see the shadow of a falling leaf in my mind's portmanteau the miracle of our day wed in gathering Twilight's wreath "to love and cherish" trying to balance the bittersweet as if a lonely heron in a shallow glass in my mind's portmanteau

It's your party bopping the gristle of sanctimonious heathens with no cover charge Hats off to the body-snatchers in delirium's sweet memories of intoxication Welcome to my hidey-hole of puddings and veins and hypocrites as Jesus resurrects Farewell you sinners forget the afterlife What awaits you is a kiln with eternal strife.