Selected Poems

Our Love for the Queen Will Sustain

What if there were kings or a queen here
Ruling over this domain
Giving us the loving care
We can’t provide for ourselves
Because we are but simple peasants
Not accustomed to this way
All but suffering just to stay awake
In this American dream

Let the horns sound for the regal
Glory to the queen mother
She loves us without scorn
Feeds us from her pearly hand

We are but humble stewards of the land
Don’t foresake us our wayward desire
To have what you have
To steal it away, forever hide it
In the precious places of our hearts
This pernicious lust may drive us down
To bite the sweet and gracious hand
That gives us love from distant towers
Our beloved sacred gem and flower

We promise we will learn to live
Within the generosity you give
Even though our dark desire
May conspire.

Random Fours

It’s a creators wild whim
To fill us full of thoughts and dreams
Let us wander through a life of never knowing
Where the start is, where the end lands where we’re going

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It was spoken in a near voice
That the wolf would have no choice
But the raising hair would come
And the hunt must hungry drone

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In a deft stroke of nature
The cataclysm falls upon the land
Rising birds into the upper atmosphere
Dropping them like rain

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We are but pollen on the spring air
Wandering the cyclic sundry
Landing with hopes and intention
Procreating in favor of the mission

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I left the halls of mourning
To begin a new loves day
Dropping slowly all I carried
Lest the heavy be what my burdened way

Oblivious To Be

Oohhhhhh blivion
How I long for thee
And your sweet shady tree
To lie below and dream
The day is long
And so perturbed am I
By distractions great and smiling
Lay me down by your stream
Of lazy coiling waters
Drifting leaves to no end
Will pass beside undetermined
If my languid spell won’t last
Perhaps you’ll give me motives
To stay forever in the sun
Beside the wicked water’s draw

Bring in the Wolf

I want to let in the wolf
To roam the halls
To pull a howling believer into me
To savage the pallid flesh
To wreck the furniture
I trust his style
Unrelenting and wild
It can be difficult to get him out
But while his hoarse cry rings
The world is right

Black Ice

This is it
Have to break the ice
It’s thin anyway
The water is very cold
It contains the necessary nutrients
For survival
Stamp my feet
Spread apart a bit
It groans and cracks
I’m ready to sink
Into the inky unknown
The polar mystery
Of what might happen
Treading lightly is done
Skating is nice but for children
My family is beyond
My universe beckons
My trials await hearing
Into the split I dive

Portable Black Hole

Is the Black Hole here too
Amidst the roll of hills
And still of water
I does follow me no matter
Can it be diverted like the stream
It wants to swallow all my dreams
Maybe I should fall in
Over expose my limited vision
Expand my particles beyond their capacity.
Let the funnel feed on me until the streaks of light are squeezed thin then dissolve into alternation
I should not fear the squeeze but I do
It’s my wholesome nocturnal home
The bridge into the central chamber
From the outermost bad behavior
When it’s done with me
I’ll know

Judgement Is Optional

I look around, see eyes down
Ears turned inward
Not wanting to be disturbed
Or inconvenienced in the least way.

But there are two
Who gaze into each other’s eyes
What lurks beneath this disguise of love

I want to believe that we are not
Trapped in the frame of a robot
Thanks to the children
I see filled with this thing
That seems to harden as time brings
Us closer to I know not what

I will find the beauty in the inward turn
This human tragedy will become mine

Brown is Fire

Why does brown makes me think of fire?
Even though black or red
Should take care of that better.
It doesn’t matter
It’s what the dream said.
As I was laying in bed
The world was descending upon me
As I was rising to the surface.
“Brown is the color of fire”

Is it the end of Autumn
That makes me think of losing everything.
But it’s the start of Spring
When everything is new and green.
Do these words try to convey
Some meaning some command to obey.
Or is it just a dream to be lived as a dream.

In colors in fire.
In everything that mixes together
When I’m away in the hills of slumber
I see and hear things better

I Need an Invasion

I need and invasion. To strike down the division. To unify and collect the sides into a tangible reasonable sensible selection. This cynic’s soul is suffered enough. It’s time to rebel against the moronic incest. My brain is in two, a troubled machine. Let’s bring in the troops to level the field. It’s time to end the Civil War reenactment. I need my country to be invaded.

The incessant neeeeeed to be right is ok, but the rifle butts on the door will perhaps distract long enough to see what’s real. Personal belief is out the window on little tissue issues. We need wood stone and steel again. A purposeful means. People to inspire dreams beside an addicted symbol of insecurity and self centered greed.

I’m ready for the coming invasion. Bring in the hordes to pillage the stores. Turn the fight to an actual enemy, instead of the twisting baby ideals of a televised mind. Sound the alarm and watch the petty fears and differences disappear into a unified front of warriors. Our blood will pool together on American soil as one red wave.