Neanderthal Withdrawal

Fear the Beast’s inner feast

That ancestors of animals enjoy.

How similar is the smile to the snarl? 

That show of canine emotion.

How like the predator’s eye 

Behind the flash of the lash?

How familiar is the red

On her nails and lips?

Our blood relative,

Adrenaline kin

Which waits within. 

Instant Coffee

Rapid romance like instant coffee:
Stir stick, taste, it's over so quick.
Caught the fallen angel red handed;
Devils dip in liquid lust.
Raging romantic, a compliment
To Cupid's shaft that stirred the mix.
Love lasts as long as it's in your grasp.
Love lingers on fingers and sticks.

Prelude to Sense and Sacrifice

Stop preaching in tongues!

Love lost lyrics

Pulled from your lungs. 

Your hope from a fix

On a note of air.

This empty twist mix

Full of sweet despair.

Their tangled tongue dare,

My match to your flare.  

Ladies of Light

I romanced two ladies.

At first light I did seize

True beauty- a spirit

In rock face lace appeared it. 

The second night did show

A seductress from the shadow.

In neon light tights, caught off guard,

She appeared on the boulevard.

I sat at dusk and dawn 

Not knowing to which I was drawn.

One holds my thoughts fresh,  

The other thinks of my flesh.

Body and mind torn sure

To sin and pure allure. 

The Wild, We Wonder, We Wander

Mother's touch and Man's hand
Have left their mark upon
Blank slates of newborn land.
Makers and Shapers long gone

And we wonder
How we wander
Without blunder
Into splendor.

The path is cut
And rivers flow
Our voyage strut
To El Dorado.

We are men made wealthy
As nature is healthy.

Fall From the Cradle

Born to a cradled age
Of my mother's love.
Baring teeth to the cage,
Bars hold the wild of

The child when gentle hands would do.
We would let the unborn die
When we fear the youth's coo
Like the coup of the rebel's cry.

We're being held over a ledge
And told we're in safe hands.
An impossible pledge,
Not looking where the child lands.

Look to the hands that hold you,
Do they hold you in vice or virtue?

We Are But Spirits

Spirits for the night

Sitting round the table,

Looking back at us through 

The eye of tempered glass...

Spirits, we kiss to our lips.

Consuming you and I.

A shot of no control.

New faces for the show...

........................................

Spirits that lift us all

Just high enough to fall.

There goes evil Rory, 

In the morning he’ll say "Sorry."

Oh sensitive Mitch

Has gone and called someone a “Bitch!” 

But then there’s Matt

Who’s found a girl willing to "chat."

Somewhere is Vince
Drinking like a "prince."
But for now Alex
Won't quit talking about "phallics."

Of course there’s no harm 

In a little spiritual charm. 

We are but spirits 

Consumed for the nights.

(Dream Catcher) The Girl With the Dream Catcher Legs

Dream catcher legs
Dancing in a skirt
That teases and begs
The wind itself to flirt.

Catching a wanderer
Of the summer's night,
Taken on feather
Through the night's flight.

Caught in motion
Stolen slumber's
Dreamy emotion
Now burns like embers.

The lonely midnight traveller
Is caught by legs that dance on dreams and air.

Deja Vu Point of View

Deja Vu
Point of view,
Seeing things
New askew.

Life lives twice.
Living dice,
Are we true
Men of ice?

Shattered time,
Scattered rhyme.
Life lives thrice.
See the mime;

Temporal splice,
Oh how nice!

Wage of Fear

I know the same old task
Keeps blurring into the empty flask,
And those stains and scars
Weren't written in the stars.
But there's a reason you are here,
Don't let your work become your fear.

We put out our burning palms
To receive our wages as alms,
Even though we never get to hold
Our reward as tangible gold.
It's like life's an empty hole
And we're just digging to find our soul.

But there's a reason you are here,
Don't let your work become your fear.

Sweet Sunshine Soul

Sounds in the bush,
Soaked golden leaves.
Sunshine from the
Soul does feed on
Sweet sweet luxuries.
Subtle sights of my baby
Soothe me right to the soul.
Sunday mornings
Seem so lonely,
So lonely, with out you.
So saunter in with morning's
Slow, slow slumber flow.

Of the Meaning Makers

The diction of the dictator was
Forged in the Phoenician fire.
Words of the ancestral smith and what they mean to us
Is riddled in what they did conspire.

Dead linguists still speaking
From the cryptographic crypt
Offer us origins of word's first teaching,
Showing us signs in their hands gripped.

Voices of the mountains
And the sweet canopy
Were like lyrical fountains
For man to echo eternally.

Savage tongues turned silver
As we drank from the primordial elixir.

Imagine This Fantasy, Please

Behind the sleeping giant
Whose slumber looks of stone.
There is the dragon's breath defiant
That whispers from Imagination's throne.

Before the mechanical clock
Struck the doomsday hour.
The child's eye did flock
To a hidden kind of power.

The eye in the sky does mock
The memory of the Fantasy.
Depleted is Imagination's stock
For we have sunk it into the sea.

Like sunken treasure with lock
Now rusted shut in its watery grave.
The fathoms of Fantasy lack
The proper gauge to save

Imagination from the black
And deep requiem of the sea.
The scientific attack
Has made the mythic monster flee.

For now the Supernatural, see,
Surrenders to the Factual plee.

I Know Who "They" Are

I know who they are.

I know who cracked the teapot,

Who slammed the door, and cut the

Strings on the guitar.

I saw their mischievous shadows, their dusty trails,

And other evidence of their midnight play slip away.

I believe they turned all the signs 

Around and put them upside down.

Is it so impossible to know their charm,

To see the beauty in the work,

And to believe in the signs we see?

They took our order and served us chaos.

What a Fantastic taste! 

Unscramble my eggs, my mind,

It does bubble and boil in upset turmoil.

Untangle my legs, my bind,

It is too tight, and I cannot chase

The creatures of the night.

Unforgettable

Caught by the 

Thought of her.

Trying to forget

Something forget.

I woke this morning

To mourning.

Her face so faded

And jaded.

A blur with

A switch and the spur.

Feels like voodoo love

From above. 

April 17th 2012 

The Drunk, The Smoker, Jester, Clown, And The Joker

The spirit and flame

The mask and costume

Do diligently contain

The habitual hack

Beer belly six pack.
That party dress,
O' what a mess.

Cheers! Cheers! -Chants the crowd

Across the table as the Joker leers.

Secluded from his barstool peers,

Splashing and sucking air near

The drunk and the smoker.

They say check you tolerance.

Allow them their guilty performance.

There is glee in this debauchery.

In the clown’s war paint smile,

In the jester’s battle bells. 

I’ve been told by the smoker not to smoke,

I’ve been told by the drunk not to drink,

As they would cough n’ choke,

As they would be sick in the sink. 

Feb 1st/2012

Adamantium Eyes

These adamant eyes will attract you.

That metallic figure cast in

Aphrodite’s honor true.

A body of soft copper skin

Formed of the rarest hue

Of Earth’s metals within.

Yet if your heart would

Be composed of iron resistance,

I would test your sainthood

Which holds us at a distance.

The sight of you my dear,

Like a golden cathedral 

The holy house there

Of spark, warmth, and all.

To faithfully place a token in

Your hands and pray she 

Accepts my romantic currency.

My metallic ally she would be.

And if this romantic nears

A steel defense- I would

Carve two perfect spheres

Of adamant stone- I could 

Take two gold pins to

My eyes, and place within

The emptiness my new

Magnetic gaze there in.

Just to attract you close 

To pull on you by silver

Strings, to look upon those

Steely eyes. Star crossed gazer-

You’ve made me, so let my eyes 

Draw you now to our lovers' prize. 

2011

The Proudest Leaf

In the fall, the leaves
Begin their fight.
You can tell there
Is something resisting,
It’s in the changing air.
In the fall, the leaves
Begin to charge.
You can tell there
Is something burning,
All bright flash and flare.
In the fall, the leaves
Begin to cling.
You can tell there
Is something begging
To be seen in their fall.
In the fall, the leaves
Begin their funeral.
You can tell there
Is something moving
In how they say their prayer.

But the last leaf sings so loud
And as he falls down to the ground
He joins the rest of fall, resting, oh so proud.

August 22/2011

When I Hear the Artists' Call

The artists' call lights a fire within,
My scribbling fueled by some spontaneous combustion,
The artists' call opens these dreamy eyes,
As my consciousness touches down on realities,
The artists' call so blessed and cursed,
Left me passions and ideas that can never be nursed,
The artists' call stopped my life,
Put me at odds with the world and in perpetual strife,
The artists' call started this sentence,
And I will forever write in penance...


September 14th/2011

Dream Walking

I took a walk the other night
On a path, in the forest of the ages.
In high branches to my delight,
There were birds there in cages.

I would leave the trees with a sigh,
As the path gave way to rolling
Meadows, I whispered “Goodbye
You caged birds, I’m sorry I’m leaving you,

I’m sorry I could not have saved you.”
Now two girls holding a flower pot,
The meadow’s path had led me to.
Inside the flower pot was not

What you would expect for there was
A daisy, a cobra, and a baby.
Now I was caught in panic because
The babe was innocent and be

It as it was, caught in the serpent’s coils.
Still laughing and playing with the
Snake and the daisy I could not
Grab hold of the deadly cobra.

Every time my hand reached out
Venomous fangs did poise
On the most threatening note.
But to the baby, they were just toys.

As the little girls and I peered
Inside the flower pot the babe did play;
In one hand the serpent sneered,
In the other the daisy was mixed in the fray.

I took my chance, my brothers now
Stood beside me. They handed me a blade,
(You could say, this is when I took my bow)
I grabbed hold of the thing that prayed

Upon innocent young, upon life!
Upon the sanctity of the flower pot!
I ended the snakes life, with the knife,
I cut off the snakes head, let that never be forgot.

You see the viper had to die,
I ate that snake, and
Said please baby,
Baby, don’t cry.




August 1st/2011