(2012)
Five and Ten ‘cent women, Running though the street, Walking fast but thinking slow, To every eye they meet, Five and Ten ’cent women,
The Words! The Words! I’ve seen my whole life, They come with a swirl, And fly from my sight, Into horizons, I dare not press t…
Before me, a field is Open, More roots than can be counted, The songs they sing, bring life in… Essence or non-essence? Struggle or strife?
The sun is setting upon the hill, Where I once walked with my love, I remember her well, standing stil… With the beauty of a young dove, Now the winds blow heavy,
I had, The happiest dream, The happiest, Ever dreamed: It was of a land,
Ill make love with you, one last t… But then I’ve got to go, Yes, I’ll leave you with one last… But then I’ve got to go, I know my love you are so sad,
I never want to sleep again see her eyes, face, her love withi… See her motion, grace, pain, and s… See her come, go, start and begin My heart boils, desire shall not a…
Fantastical colors dance through m… Perhaps they will until the end of… Poetry is for the watchers with no… To express what they cannot see, h… Poetry is for the tree that wither…
he rides upon a Spanish stallion as he drains the flagon of time spent in the drainage ditch of true effort and deadly dreaming. to reconstruct the field-fog of poetry he never describe...
In any valley, in any land, that a… Out come the dice, for fates hand… The peasants, the princes, the poe… The Kings, The Queens, the slave… All jump through their blasted fir…
Well they asked me to write a poem… I am the ghost that rambled long s… I am a man with boots on his feet,… I am the angel that will never ack… I am a soul who walks in brightnes…
Beauty does not have its chance, When it must compete against you, I bet you never had a man, Who wrote late at night about you, Within an echo, the Universe hang…
Break my back and soothe my mind Sing my song from time to time Drive me home through highways and skyways with byways toward mor… Blind my eyes with lies and thorns
Sweetest lips of reddest flower bl… Smoothest petals spotted with dew Between a valley of my loveliest l… The Sun and Moon, sing, for us, a… I desire to never tire of the clim…
If I could speak to Lord Byron We would discuss the loneliest tru… I am alone When I dream of love so sweet For the women I greet and meet