Effort at ReunionFour decades and five have passedSince we walked those hallowed hallsSo many reminiscences have fadedLost forever to the ravages of time.We now gather together to shareIn the experience of that connectionCreated in that far distant pastWhen we were wide-eyed adolescences.Now meeting again after all these yearsOr for some, for the first timeReady to establish new memoriesFrom a conscious effort at reunion.9/24/14
A Window to The PastAs I flip through the pagesAnd try to think back to those timesSeeing some faces I remember.Like opening a window to the past,It shows us what used to be,And stirs our memories.In the years that have gone bySo many things have changedWill the faces still be familiar?But like opening a window to the pastEach time it awakens thoughtsOf the hopes and dreams of nineteen sixty nine.8/27/2014
The JourneyIt starts the day we arrive upon this earthIt is sometimes so hard to see the path to followYet still we continue onNever knowing if we have taken the correct direction. At times the road seems impassableCluttered with missteps and uncertainties.But still we muddle onAlways seeking the way that will lead us to happiness.10/26/13
Behind the FacadeIs there anyone who really knows us?Other than ourselves.Are we so untrusting or so afraid?So many questionsSo few answers.You spend years getting to know someone.But what do you know?Only what they let you.How much of ourselves do we hide?Behind the facadewe started to build so long ago.Living in a masqueradeDo we loose ourselves?started 02/15/13
The Truest GiftThere is no monetary valueyou can put on the truest giftthe one that comes from the heart.The touch of a caring handThe words of comfortThat create a wondrous smilethat in return lights the world.
Wish I Was ThereStorm clouds gather in mock celebrationBringing the darkness that surrounds you.The river of tears swellsFlows in endless streamsFrom eyes reeking of the painOf the bitter taste that remainsFrom the memories of the torment.Oh how, how I wish I was there.To be the shining light of remembranceBringing the warm affection that engulfs you.The dam to block the fearsCalm the turbulent timesGive you the comfort and strengthNeeded for you to regain hopeAnd remember all is not lost.Oh how, how I wish I was there.05/31/12
DARKNESS REIGNEDAs I heard the wordsMy world fell silentMy heart turned coldThe sun was eclipsedThe night sky was blackNo stars or the moon shone.For darkness reignedSadness prevailed.I saw no smiling facesOnly gloom surrounded meA foreboding of a coming doomSeemed to lurk all aboutOnly my memories appearedTo carry any hope.For darkness reignedSadness prevailed.05/30/12
A Cosmic MessageOut of the shadowsa pinpoint of light appearscarrying a cosmic message.The lessons of a million yearsthat have been cast aside forgottenlocked within unconscious thought.Hidden within the constellationsthat fills the night skyjust waiting to be discovered.Pursue the key to enlightenmentleave no stone unturnedto release the wisdom of the ages.5/20/12
So listen ISo listen II hear a new song, one that pleases my soulTis a song of renewal, that doth make me smileSmile forth with joy, the joy of friendships growthAway, away, will the joy carry me into foreverWhat has been is gone, what will be yet to be seenAnd I await it with open heartA new heart now beats within my friendIt was spawned today through a tear eyed testI stand here now ready to watch white wings take her into a wind's driftAnd in it she shall find the solace to mend an ancient painful riftSo I listen to a new song of lifeAs one, a pair, sharing the love of life.
Differences1.Someone once told meThat my mind was poisonedBy the white man.That I was already deadTo my people.2.I don't believe a human beingIs inherently evilOr wishes harm on someone.3.The beauty of being a puzzle pieceIs that we're equally importantBut remain different.
there's something fatal about coughing up verse.i got written up for writing poetry on the desksat school.i don't think they liked the language i usedwhen i wrote how my heart was beatinglike headboards against the walls of people fuckingat 3 am to the sounds of joy divisionwhenever you read me paintings at dawn.they were going to send me to the counselor,but i said my therapist probably wouldn't like that,so they just let me go.but this saturday, when i'm cleaning lives off of every desk in school,i'll just be thinking how much i'd rather be sitting on your roofand laughing when we argue about rimbaudand sighing as we start to die.
renovationsmy mind looks at my bodyand says, "i don't like whatyou've done with the place."
The Owl's RiddleYou come and ask me,but you don't always understand my answers.You meet me in the night,but I'm not a bird of darkness.
Venom QuillVenom Quill 9/26/14I'll tattoo you with a poison quillall the venom I will spillSo all the misery you imbuedwill permanently stick to you.I cannot find any timewhen you did not feed me lines.So I will etch on you all thepain inside my skinuntil the message sinks right in.
WineHead on a patisserie tablewith a wine-scented napkinthat I scrawled your name all overin the hopes it might necromanceor just romance youto this place, at this time,so we could be together againand although the guitarist knowsthat I'm broken beyond blueI keep reaching for the bottlein the hopes it might recreateor just replicateyou.
short history of the universe(what it's like is anne sexton quoting van gogh about sometimes having a terrible need for religion)Genesis:A lake slams into a bus and a city is unborn.Enter an ocean of fog and then desert after desert stacked above the hills.Then you get drunk as fuck near the tumbling skyline,and this god damned room burns like prayer in your chest.Then many missing scientists reappear in your brittle beach,and your satellites in relapse all bending,and what it's like is some kind of disaster, honestly;the arms and the aerosol and the linen and the light.And the rumble forwarding the sovereign wreck sayingsurvive yourself like you've survived me;saying the game-changing theory was that everything is always moving,always,and same for the carousal shadow bleeding through the mountain in your dream,same for your silence and the sudden red rain of witnesses.And then what unconquerable continents,what strange forecast occupied via gate via wind and wave-multitudes of sick yellow branch
to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,or to have myself cradledin the curve of a throat,but to be broken,to be diminishedby your lack of affection& over indulgence of sexualization.but i,uneducated in your intent,found myself left entirely whole& incapable of the furyi had sought to sow between theridges of my aching ribs.
muddy waterthe sun rises late now. or hardly ever. or belligerent carmine on the underbellies of plants.a shot of sleep to the head, a boxing glove punch.the metaphorical rooster crows with the awful clamour of its lonely breath. the thing is, i can substitute the body.the thing is, the slit is a fantastic shade of orange i saw god but he says you still need to get a fucking jobthe thing is, i am bathtub water and rotten leaves.and the taste of power on the morning wind, a wet newspaperwith the headlines of a presidential divorce.there is power in the young eagle hissing at passersby from its trashcan throne.i know one thing:
Venice MoonVenice MoonBeneath the full moonA mysterious rendezvousOf lovers locked in secrecyHidden behind masquerade masksFrom any prying eyesThat may chance a peekOut of the windows above.6-10-13
This work was inspired by by Foxfiresand has been sitting around for a long time. I finally decided to post.