Just Call!

When stories are old and the lights dim
And the memories fade and the dark days draw near
When empty days beckon for solemn sweet sleep
And you feel defeat knocking on your door

Just call

When the world knocks you down
And you feel all alone –
When friends leave your side and lover’s leave you dry
And the lows are you biggest highs

Just call

In the times of distress when you feel you’re a mess
And you can’t catch your breath
When the water keeps rising
And you can’t continue hiding
When the truth becomes a noose
That you can’t cut loose

Just call

I will be the tree that shades your dis-ease
And shelters you from the storm
I will hold your hand when you feel you can’t stand
And wrap my arms around you to keep you warm

When you find you’re afraid, I will show you the way

Just call

I will give you my breath if it’s all that I have left
So that you can withstand the storm
I will be your friend, even if it’s the end
And lay down my life to make everything right
Because I love you –

And all you have to do is

Just call!

F.E.A.R.

I am the tree that rustles in the wind
Leaves stripped, roots dried, bark chipped
Starving for sunlight
In a sea of white
Browned from the green that keeps me at peace
Losing life
Stoically still
Unfulfilled
And
Longing for a squirrel to scurry
Along my trunk
To offer me the warmth
That comes from his touch
Even if only for a moment

I am the dirt on the ground
Dried and hard
Walked upon
As if the support to walk
Is a one sided luxury that I can’t afford
Longing
Longing for water
To absorb
So that I can feel more
More than the heels that bear into my back
More than the soles that distract from the real issue
Lack –
Lack of love…of life

I am the homeless man with an outstretched hand
Reeking of all the things you fear
Dirt smudged face, hole-ridden clothes
And a smell that translates into a loss of all things material
I am a serial loss
That makes it easy to ignore the real truth
I am you
Created in your image
Mirroring the ugliness that you keep caged within

I am
Water
Fluid and cool
Watering fountains of youth with a skewed version of truth
Reported as news
Reaching far
Settling wide
I am a riptide
Raping sands on foreign lands to impregnate distrust
Lusting
Lusting for new prospects to convert
Into my religion

I am the hands bound together in prayer
Fingers woven through beads strung together on a rosary
Seeking
Searching
For divine guidance on this cosmic path of confusion
I am an intrusion of thoughts
Beyond the darkness
The loss that lingers at the edge of loneliness
I am the space
Between you

The
space
Between
you
And the things of truth

I am the words
Not yet whispered – echoing through a funnel of opportunity
I am the ears
Fallen deaf from years of apathy
Silenced into fear
I am the fear

And I am here

I am
FEAR

...waiting...

Waiting…

Waiting…waiting for the pearl to vibrate…to offer a sign of life…through waves that stretch across miles …waiting – knowing that the longer the wait the greater the change - and everything changes– because silence … silences is a language all its own…and it echoes … loudly.

Waiting…for an alert to sound…for a text to drift through and break the barrier of silence that deafens my voice – just waiting … as time becomes measured by the distance between the last words spoken and the presence of now –

waiting … waiting to be remembered – to be thought of – to matter…to matter enough to be upfront –

waiting – to be brushed off – to hear once again what a great guy always hears – I’m not ready…it’s all my fault…I have some issues…I’m still stuck!

Waiting…

Waiting for the ending…

just waiting…

I want that...

I want that big juicy purple love
Love
Spelled with bubble letters
Art
…like graffiti
I want that love that reminds you of childhood laughter
And cake batter bowls that you lick all around
That love that just keeps you floating
Like helium balloons you can never keep down
I want that “I ain’t gonna let nothing come between us” kinda love
That can withstand the storms
And keep you anchored in a protective bubble
The kind of love that you read about in poems
Unrequited love
Shakespeare like
That love that transcends the drama
And sits deep…deep within your soul
I want that oh so simple love
Like quarter water and now and laters love…
You know … that butterfly love…
When you feel all dizzy, and you can’t stop giggling…
That love that keeps you sane
I want that love that makes it all worth the trip
That love that sits on the tip of your lips
Like cherry chapstick…
Smooth…
Easy…
Love…
I want that love…
That keeps you smiling all day
Just because
That love that reminds you of love…
You know?
Love that doesn’t cost you anything
That innocent, pure, free love
Love…
I want that!

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.