Snake drawing
Nympho scrawling
Sin sharing
Name dropping
Skin shedding
Laughing
Snorting
Given warnings
Lead pipes
Heavy lungs
Someone sits
Barstool breaks
Glass splinters
Bare feet
Come with me
To eternity
Where all is known
And nothing
Gets mentioned
Where lovers hide
And children play
And it rains
And it cleanses
The bad things away
Until no one is laughing
Until there is
No more
Swarm of thoughts caress my skull
Yes, heat
To beat the anger from my soul
Yes, fire
Consumes desire for the flesh
Yes, sun
To soothe my wounds
Yes, flame
To hide the shame of imperfection
Yes, burning
Ever yearning for the touch
Yes, hot
And not afraid of dying lonely
Yes, warm
Feeling
Trickling
Down
My
Spine
Yes, shine.
As blind, as dismal, as dark, as bleak
As the truth we do slovenly seek
All eyes and hearts and minds
We search for answers in the
Passing
Of time.
To the believers and the preachers
And to all those sitting on their asses
In the hard, wooden bleachers
I say
Get up!
Stand up!
On your own two feet.
Show us life
With all its miracles and strife
Show us fear and defeat
Spread success and then retreat.
For in the end, my dear sweet friends
All of our bones will creak.
We are as old as we are weak.
In the end
You can silently go back to sleep
Once again.
The flowers still bloom
In the spot where she killed
Old Lofty
Her gun as cold and hard as
Her woman’s heart of steel.
Folks around here claim
The blood and stench
Of the unburied
Left its mark
Where once the earth was arid
There grows an immaculate garden
Among exotic blooms
Lofty’s bones take in the sun.
Perhaps his death was meant to be
And the woman meant to be praised
For in this town of three-hundred
And one
So fine a flower was never grown.
Still, we saw the woman hanged
And we buried the remains
And the people of the town agreed
Poor old Lofty had not died in vain.
I am grateful.
I am open to opportunities that improve this world, starting with myself.
I make decisions and choices that honor this life and the life of others.
I continue to strengthen every day as a giver, not just a receiver; a grower, a keeper, a steward of the fragile beauties in this life.
I listen with a clear conscience and open mind knowing everything new is new.
I heed the lessons of the past and make goals for the future but my life is here and now.
I accept and embrace the duality of nature in myself and the world I live in.
I am all I need to be at this moment.
Oh, my!
What a world
Where spiders weave webs of deceit
Dangling from cast iron guard rails
Watchers watch
Doers do
While the others
have too much to say
to hear you
Here
let me show you
it’s like this
everywhere you go
He speaks
And slowly
Of love
He sings
A rhythm
Lost
In time
The words
Are yours
And mine
The song
Is ours
To record
When your deft fingers
Pound out the rhythm
Of an infectious beat
On the taut muscle
Of my left thigh
You enter me.
You’re proven
Your stamina, your virility
Are legend carved in stone
As you chisel out
A two-minute drum solo
On my shoulder
And let your fingers fall
Spent, where they may.
When casually almost
Dreamily, you tap out
The chorus to our favorite song
You are the Morse code operator
Deep in enemy territory
Delivering a message of impending peace
That comforts the dying soldier
And calls the living to quiet action.
Enchanted Rant 