poetry...in motion

words pour out like a fountain
against the white space of the page
offering a spotlight
into the shadows
that hold the thought
and cage the emotion
calculated in rhymes and
linguistic paradigms
shifting the fury
from inside
the words come alive
leaving ink stains
on the remains of a tattered page
abused from the furious rage
of writing

thoughts translated through the ball point of the pen
pour out like a fountain
scribbling verse
upon verse
like a lyrical flow
letting go
so the poetry becomes the show
centered on the stage
living through a poet
spitting on the mic

lyrics roll gently through the air
losing their flare
a sea of eyes simply stare
and then – dead air

release
breathe…
start again,

The lyricist loses his reticence
and starts spitting like fire
the energy builds
as the tension rises
higher…and higher
until the glares and the stares
become roars of applause
poetry …
in motion

Sexy Constant

Sexy Constant

Erect prospects – suspect
To the intoxicating effects of
Sexy constant
Tripping off the vibe
Alive
With wonder
Perspiring with a hunger
for stimulus packages
that are delivered in Trojan cases
hiding in the dark places
where animal urges become excursions
to forbidden lands

Understand

Sexy constant

Uniquely discreet
And profoundly obvious
Lust
And masculine manifest –
swinging swagger like a champion…
sex appeal like a whip –
Confidence –
on supple lips, with round hips and a curved backside
Creating a riptide

sexy constant

Beyond the definition of rippled abs and a puffed up chest
Deference
For exotic intoxication and mental stimulation that makes resistance futile
All the while
moist from the high
wide with pride
alive inside
blood racing
heart pounding
fluids oozing
loosing
a grip

sexy constant

Rhyming in movement
Wordless in song
Feeling the penetration
Deep and long
Of stimulation
Beyond the throngs
Of shooting a load –
Finally feeling it…feeling it take hold

Sexy constant

Deep in your soul.

Slap the saint
who blessed the day
tomorrow became a holiday
No one cares
about the veil
that hides
the innocence of hypocrisy
So kick the curb
with absurd words
that leave you confused
and nameless

Drink the bottle
that tells the tales
with loose lips
in drunken stupor
Slice the tube
that feeds the view
of mistruth
and reckless candor

It’s a wonder
A wonder
Anyone listens
to the kitten’s meow
that sounds from your conviction

Lose the fear
that keeps you near
to a fire that only flickers
Scream a roar
that leaves you hoarse
with might in your echo
Make the change
that etches your name
Across the history
of this moment

Be
Be the force
that lights the torch
In action and in valor
Use this minute,
in this time,
to exercise your power

- you can be a man of honor.

Shame the dream
That makes it seem
That change is only
Fleeting
Rewrite the prose
That keeps us fighting

Against
Life
Against
Hope
Against
Peace
Against
Love

Make change
With a penny

To convince the masses
That change is
Action
That comes from within

Begin
Begin the revolution

Right now
Today

Lose the fear
that keeps you near
to a fire that only flickers
Scream a roar
that leaves you hoarse
with might in your echo
Make the change
that etches your name
Across the history
of this moment

and

Be
Be the force
that lights the torch
In action and in valor
Use this minute,
in this time,
to exercise your power

- you can be a man of honor.

I am

I am substance
Beyond the hardness of stone
Leaving emotion in lost tones for the lonely souls of old

I am yellow
Vibrating bright
Shining neon through the night sky, hyped with life

I am loud
Resonating sounds
Beyond the limits of barrier and echoes
To the places armed with bombs of hope

I am change
Rolling swift
Sweeping clean the abyss of distress that stifles progress

I am trust
Hidden In places of disgust
Inspiring silently the fires of lust
Lust for an end to oppression

I am red
Bloodied and beaten
Beyond the chains of freedom
Leading the revolution

I am thought
Transforming dis-ease
With a cure beyond medical creation

I am the transformation - I am LOVE

I am …
Because I choose to be

I am
Because I love
I love humanity…
You … and me

I am
Because I am grateful that I can be
because I am free
Free to be me
…on this beautiful journey!

Frost chills the air as deep breaths leave clouds around the words that anchored the silence – this wasn’t a challenge – nor a competition – but the division of trust led to the reluctance of love – and here you stand – beyond the reach of arms that could replace the embrace of lonely. This is only a moment – a definition of now – without regret – without remorse – without a care about the cost – the loss – of everything that creates tomorrow – the sorrow becomes the shoulder you borrow to lighten the load, so that burdens seem like feathers, but you begin to implode because you neglect to exorcise the elements that torture your soul – and frost chills the air as deep breaths leave you helpless –

And so you stand alone, crowded by the space that occupies the emptiness that invades your heart – the hard part becomes living when the living becomes giving more of yourself than you have to give…but you live – in a prison – a prison of shame that leaves you isolated from the places you once found familiar – and the sadness becomes the friend that warms the bed you begin to make – and so you take a step forward, but fall short of the walk – you try to make a new start and get lost in the dark – this is the art of knowing life – blind, you survive because faith is your guide – the eyes that you owned only offered lies, so you donated them to that sadness friend - so that you could pretend that this is bliss – but pretending doesn’t end the ambivalence

And frost chills the air as the ice sets in – the parts that were whole become frost bitten – and you begin to forget the deception – you start looking for a light in the dark places where you lost your sight…but the frost continues to cloud your view – and blinded still, you continue – in darkness, in doubt, without love, your faith gives out.

The end of suffering begins with surrender – and so you do, and you feel renewed – the frost dissipates in the warmth of the sun. You have become – you have become the charmed flower child basking in the spring – this … this is the end of suffering.