Desperation

rejection and pain

desperation and shame

ribs clenched

palms tensed

mouth dry and never quenched

composing condition

imposing ambition

perpetually falling

jeering and calling

self-destructive remorse

Hills of Ash

hills of smoke
with broken eyes
gaze upon
the burning forest

maple trees and
oaks and pine
breathe the smoke
out of their belly

flys and spiders
hide from sight
while all the birds
sing songs of sorrow

grass and soil
stay in silence
and listen close,

"life from fire
death from ash
we sing, we sing
the world is ours!"

The Beggar Man's Addiction

There once was a man

who was known through the land

for his lack of self-control.

He was shunned and pitied

but no one knew how witty

to a wicked extent he was.

He was told to vacate

when he asked for a plate

of his only desire; ice cream.

That is all that he thought

no more and no less

sometimes he would wish for just ice at best.

With a gleam is his eye and a dream in his mind

he asked the tailor, 'would you be so kind

as to lend me a plate of ice cream?'

The tailor was shocked
and he sat and he pondered
and after a moment he stood and responded
'I am a tailor and I have not one cow
So leave me my peace and get out of here now!'

Through all the hassle the beggar was baffled
but was struck with a vision of the king in his castle!

Because as you recall

he was no beggar at all

but a man of camouflage
virtuoso of espionage

His addiction to conviction was his best imperfection

as he determinedly walked in the castle's direction.

He went to the king and entreated his help

But he laughed at our hero with a bark and a yelp,

'You expect me to help a beggar like thee
I am the king of this land and I own all you see!
Now leave me be or I will cut off you're head

And ill cut it again just to make sure that you're dead.'

‘Please sir’, said the beggar in pure aspiration.

'My gestation is facing pure desperation.

'To share some custard?'

And after these thoughts the king deliberated 

‘Should I be nice, or unleash all my hatred?’

And he thought and he quarreled in his small mind of his,

thinking of what the kingly thing is.

'I surely have enough ice cream for a city and a third

But will I seem weak if I share my custard?'

His thoughts started churning as he plotted his scheme
He thought so hard that he turned into cream

His servants and knights just could not believe

they had no idea of what the "beggar" achieved.

'The king is dead!', they shouted in panic.

'The man is a witch or he's surely satanic!'

While the people of the kingdom ran around in a fit

The beggar enjoyed his very own royal banana split

You Are Love

how long does it seem
the days drift by as a dream?
waking up, sun-kissed,
by the luscious lips that live amidst divinity

the purpose we should see
is the manifest of what was, is, and could be
forever altering, never faltering
destined for love yet diluted thereof

a day mundane is a day just the same
like a spark is a fire just before it has flame
and form does not matter, unless it is named
and ambition is wishing until you take aim

how far must we go
through the cold and the snow?
till the future shows its face
and the fates make their case?

it will be on this day
just as it might or it may
if your heart sings so loud
that your fear runs away

then you hold in your hand
a message in sand
that fell from above
saying, "You Are Love"
You Are Love

for wherever you go
with your whole heart and soul
in the wind, up a hill
or in the dark, down a hole

there will always be people
who don't know what to do
for they just might not know
they are love, just like you

and when you give them your arms
and you tell them you care
then their pain becomes yours
and it's easier to bare

because all of our sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers
all are ourselves and we are all one another
just as the sky is the clouds and the rain
we are all each-other, because each-other is the same

Three Sides of One Lie

Only take your stop, when you reach that mountaintop.
Walk or slither hither, either way you may just wither.

That suture don't suit ya.
But neither does the truther or that stupor nor the hoola hooper.

That sound bounds miles around
Town in and town out, highway to highway
But never has the foolish rule-less thought once,

"The probability that certain jeapardy could be seen egregiously
is larger than the margin of truth to the aloof.

Hence formerly, the overall enormity was deemed astounding
sometimes sounding like a pounding pile of bile. 

Meanwhile, your child is defiled, your winters ain't mild, style ain't worthwhile and the wild is reviled. 

What makes cents to one man but dollars to another 
don't match up to the love of your sister and your brother."

Fools don't walk alone or have no home
they forget themselves and don't know they're known

hour glass

the sands of time stand fine in an glass

but stand apart in the waves of the sea....

dreams are simply the consciousness alone

ideas are emotion that can descend into thought

where only love and fear is its language

wait long

till the hates gone

fear not

the sheer rot

never question

introspection

understand

hand in hand

the avenue
we travel to

the longitude

of fortitude

the latitude

of attitude

each soul has drank with the atoms of a star

each essense singing with the cosmos

in which the children of light watch as it grows

Same and Different

there is a place in my mind
seems to me to be some sort of
hallilujah! good on to ya
sense of love
sense of life
sense of precious essence of deathly presence
of longitude and lattitude
of fortitude and attitude

the latter two
aint sadder to
have battered through
my ownly view
of who are you?
who am i?
i am the fortune teller
the mystical fella
the prophet of profit
the hellraising blazing amazing man
of land, of sea
of Galileo Galilei
i'll agree to disagree
when you and me can only be
a same and different entity