A Kiss

spells dreams, expectations
and physical demands
it also harbors dreams
and expectations along with
sexual hesitation, it lingers long
and succours a soul across
geographical gulfs, it
could be a standalone
or precursor to
pioneering forays
into mutually uncharted territory
A mystical moment

Steeling Beauty

disdain turned into art
she sets herself apart
my feeling becomes detached
her aloofness is unmatched
what happens when
what happens will
I’ll pick up the bill
not financial
just figurative

The Void

Temptations abound
swirling unsuspecting
their fingers around
persons just drifting
not seeing much
except the moment as such
turning integrity every
which way as easily
as if it weren’t meant
to be permanent
the void abounds
with dangerous lost hounds

In the mood

In the mood
subjective, relative
ever anything but
simply objective.
Too calculating
missing the point
fabricating, procrastinating
the essence of the
moment passed without
any desire to return
or will it rewind
once he has moved his mind

Politicians


imperceptibly moving

some are just grooving,

time is being shapen

by non entities mistaken

in their view of

themselves and the scornful

prism through which, despite

the glare, their right

cannot be questioned

leaving their mood to be sanctioned

and at best they remain

suitably and often subtly inane

Rainwater.

Drips.

A pleasing sound,
the weavers bitch
and curse over
nests nobody else
worries about and
most don't even
notice. Todays goal
is connectivity with
nature as the sound
of the sea intrudes
into my soul and
creates its very
own compartment. All
I have to do now
is listen.

Outlines


Outlines shape the

way one sees the

world and where

an individual fits in.


Outlines are relative

reality and not

categories only

perspectives on real life.


Outlines change every

second and alter

perspectives on

where human priorities merge.


Outlines are just

that, only outlines.

Like visual ideas

regardless how 3 dimensional.

True crime


higher suburban walls

security house calls

constant gnawing fear

most lost someone dear

predators lurking

on sidewalk corners

funerals for victims

and black clad mourners


we mean well

by doing away

with accelerated hell

as our justice


but no fair play

from criminals

as unsatisfied with illegal gain

they enforce torturous pain

repeating mindless violence

leaving no witnesses …..

…… only silence.

Ownership


My soul

Is tormented

and

bruised

teased

and

misused

misunderstood

manipulated

non-aggressive

sometimes

serene

but

never

not

mine.