Shared

 " ... how they seem. "

Fog of night, descending

The drawl of slumber, creeping nearby

Emotional wreckage, repaired quietly

Succinctly, explained in keen format. 

Top, taken for a ride

Into the atmosphere of gargantuan claims

That playwrights write woefully 

Of the brilliance burned into stars. 

Deep tales of intrinsic wonder

Woven into song sung openly

Of lives lived in ode,

To the avenues of their calling. 

Oh ballad beware

Your sturdy tortures do float 

And land ever so softly 

Amid shoulders worth bearing. 

Give to Get

In removing useless adjectives

We obtain truer truths

Inching closer to bones the require

Baring. 

Fangs are for show

Puncturing never, 

The purpose in sharing. 

Cryptic sideshow, overlapping intent

To blur the audience into distraction

Results may surface. 

Who we are and how we speak

We are closer to the monument of

All we might 'suppose'.

The quiet between us

Is daring me into

Prepatory behavior;

These musings, 

Sublime. 

Old Envelopes

Legitimacy

Details

Dates on forms. 

Inconsistencies in ink. 

History

Works its way 

Into the dashboard

Of today. 

Saved. 

Sacrifices performed

To open borders

Beckoning a life

Treasured. 

Love

Moving 

Mountains

Modicum of Truth

In dreams

Patterns suffice 

A mother, her boy

A mother, a boy. 

Fatherless sons 

Roam. 

White mausoleums

Ascending

As errant dreamers 

Subside. 

Invisible scars

Connecting. 

Infantile

Infantile subjugation 

When all along we are aware

Of the secondary conversation. 

Prime points taken

And that is, after all, THE 

Prime point. 

Injection of idea

Into layers of habit

That ultimately, potentially

Lay the foundation

For 'better' to begin. 

I need not gratification

Beyond that of simple truths

That passive needs gather courage

And swim, in possible futures 

Where groundwork once laid

May prove fruitful

Before the final sunset

. 

Mesh

"Mesh view" she says

Gutting me wholly. 

This confessional is tight

Contained

Disingenuous. 

Walk here, to uncover more

Of You. 

Manipulated content

Divulge nothing,

If what you're selling 

Is fabricated;

Tailored to imply

Lesser versions

Of truth. 

Reviewed by curiosity

Brain picking tediousness

A collection of musings 

Resembling regret. 

The road walked carefully

Can indeed be cherry-picked

As needed. 

What do I learn

In this vestige of honesty

Where intimacy explains candidly

The bulk of "why"?

Truth tied to intuition

Triggers an inertia

Worthy of note. 

Exigency

Living to satisfy

The order of the day. 

The dreamer communicates 

Freely, to the Soul. 

Swagger

Scattered ideals

Meager moves

Tinkering with weekend

Potentials. 

Gesso speaks fluidly

Eagerly aware

That 48 hours have arrived...

Time to ruminate and delegate

Elbow swagger

Into the direction

Of

Paint. 

S

Synagogue of celibacy

Swiped of swivels

Hip-lock, pop

The swirl of sweetness 

Sweltering. 

Submissives

Securely swept

Into the lux of salvation 

Swindled 

...to the nuts

The Madness of Restraint 

Glimmers little

When reflected upon itself.

Critical dialogue

Begin. 

Monstrous monolith, passed

Glaringly evident

Upon shoulders, aware 

Eager reminders 

Enraged. 

How much longer will

The prolonging of investigation

Continue?

Fucked to the nuts

It seems. 

Deming

Late arrival

Southwestern lovesong

Revived. 

California again

For how many more months

Until Texas reclaims my interest. 

Deeply moved

The target, shifts

As time races

Dreams speed on. 

She

 Another day, gifted

To stumble upon charmed remnants

Of days so long ago lived. 

Shiny, glittery, loveliness 

Packed away another year

Loved ones, working in tandem

To restore these rooms to order. 

Mother, so loved

Our connectedness binds us 

To you, the matriarchal poetry

That draped these halls and walls. 

Here we gather, to soften the crush

Of your untimely passing, to ease by all means

Your trusted lifelong mate. 

Essence of a past life

Soaked up through palms and eyes

Of worlds you knew, long before there ever was

An ' I '

Contribution to this Today and Tomorrowland 

Boldly cleaves its way, in, out, and around

The progeny of your making. 

48

Before words collapse the silence

Do gaze upon sunlit paths, where

Tropical greens sway down southern roads

As Sunday wanders in. 

The journey moves on without queue

The linear silence of 48 years,

Continuing. 

A typographical map could illustrate

Where love met memory

And moseyed hand in hand. 

Lighter the steps, deeper the sighs 

And sweeter the song

Of each day to follow. 

New Ring

Degrees inching up

Warmly lit 

Southern wind 

Blown. 

Gold and glint 

Owned. 

Reset

Sound sucked from skin

Leverage, expiring. 

The new growth exceeds old ways

Fixated on

What may follow. 

Grandiose imaginings

Blurred close to the surface. 

Palpitations swarm 

As they recognize, 

New Life. 

Captured awareness

Keeps, without spoil 

The leniency afforded, 

To still slowly, these reserves

Savoring notice. 

Decadent the gleam 

Of honeyed understanding

Knowing what waits without guarantee

Sturdy imaginings

Fluctuating. 

As Day resets 

Life expands, lifting wings up

Tilted chins, warmly lit

Basking in the continuity of

Widened understanding.