Elevator Etiquette

Stand near the wall,
wear sunglasses,
so nobody will see your eyes
when you are gawking
at a member of the opposite sex.

Always smile if they look at you
so it will take away from your red face,
avoid sneering at the guy,
if being watched,
that is acting like a jerk
while trying to impress
some gal.

But most of all,
for the shear sake of survival,
should nature dare
to infect your behind
until you have to pass the gas,
be sure you move
away the smell
and look at another person
to deflect any guilt.

Also carry small can of air freshener
if you plan on eating beans.

Never play stealth groper
with the lady in front of you
should she be in the company
of her ape, no neck husband.

It's okay to make up stories
about how you really are
as long as when you leave
nobody notices your compact car.

Echoes

The music of the lips
resounds in the mind,
it echoes its truths and deceptions
becoming a mask or seal over the heart.

For some this is a psalm,
so sacred and sanctified,
ever aware the words are heard by Heaven’s ears,
driven by the simple joy of harmony
between mouth and hands,
not worried what human eyes are around as witness
because every promise spoken is viewed as a holy land.

It is the willingness to obey the balance
rising from the conscience
that only finds peace in obedience
even when there is a price for such a choice.

Some walk in the shadows over their thoughts
darkness is their joy
since it hides their deepest desires,
only willing to act when it is for show.

But the person who resides
with a sense of Divine presence,
always races life’s marathon the same,
though at times totally alone
never halting from being faithful in every stride
for the finish line always is reached in the head
long before the last step is taken.

To Have And To Hold

Love is the heart held in a consuming, enamored caress,
gazes intently seeing the flame within the eyes,
where you swim a stream of serene glances
with the world engulfed in sight of her enchanted face.

Light only seen in her radiance,
longing the burning lasting endless seconds,
lips silently holding the sonata of what the spirit sings,
wishing this throbbing would last forever.

Smile possessing the promise of kisses,
mind lost in spell of disbelief
over how this magic melted to lives into one,
rapture’s awe mesmerizes in exquisite bliss
that this angel has covered you with her wings.

Noon inspires the euphoria of laced fingers,
softly stroking the deepest thoughts,
what height the precious moment invokes,
the siren arises to be welcomed by his embrace ,
slowly strolling hand in hand,
towards a garden where two souls
sway in the sweet surrender to lost of solitude

Between the Stars

Strolling over the bridge
connecting desires to dreams
standing in the middle of the night
feeling the river flow underneath
fill the heart with the soft caress
of serenity's rush
inhaled in ripples of calm.

Twinkling pinpricks overhead
beckons in its mystery
shining its silvery song
warm so deeply into one's soul.

Taking a drink of eve's magic
watching as the waters slowly
bathe the moment
with their special spell.

Lifting by a current of enchantment,
until swimming between the star
ocean of quiet brings is peace
where angels bring the darkness
their own light.

Reliance

His heart was tethered to a stony soul
so cold and indifferent, harden to his world
from seeing so many desires
crushed under circumstance's avalanche.

Spending his retirement days in bitter existence
forced to work a menial job in order to survive.

Watching all the need surround him
by all the impoverished inner city faces,
feeling so justified in ignoring their misery,
even though living alone in his four bedroom house
after his wife died and kids left who never called.

Keeping himself secured in his self reliance
depending upon the small medic alert transmitter he kept constantly
should his weak heart or feeble legs leave him stranded on the floor.

Working alone one Christmas Eve,
hearing the shuffling shivering feet
marching outside in their parade of destitution,
a pain streaked through his chest,
making him fall to the ground and drop his transmitter.

Too paralyzed by his stroke to move
his mouth stubbornly refused to call out for help
presuming everyone hated as he did.

Then one transient in tattered clothes suddenly appeared.
One he had pretended not to see
each night he passed his body sleeping in the alley.

Looking closer at the eyes,
realizing they belonged to the son who was now a stranger.
Silently, the son pressed the device.
Shaking the old man to the core
finally accepting true lines of life
are never severed from other hearts.

RESIDUE

Dangling fabric of visually sewn moments
wasting away,
torn by the winds of fear.

Sunset of moods, stirring its death knell
for the light of confidence,
seeing the tattered fragments of secret desires,
lifeless upon the branches of a wish watered tree,
rising so desperately
from one's garden of expectations.

Heart beholds
the essence shredded,
unable to clothe
or bind as dressing
so many wounds
from stumbling steps of courage.

Sunrise waits
in the mind,
bringing a new illumination
for things yet to be,
perhaps
searching for a needle and thread
that can turn shredded garments
back into warming weaves of belief.

Anticipation

Prospect's rivulets flow through cranial landscape,
phantom paramours of fairy god mother sway
imagined waiting in the cool rush
swimming its mercurial possibilities
feigned surety's waders left in denial's closet.

Sound of inner, "shhhh,"
dangles
from denial's seductive hook
as bated rationale for numbing intuitive paranoia.

Interlude of mystical speculation
dialogues against cryptic mental analogue
that dredges up cynic recollections
of trust's assassins.

Reaching river's edge of expectation's stream,
reality's stalker greats with reaper's sickle,
reverie corpse floats in aftermath visionary blood letting,
pic nic hiatus taken shopping at discount fancy's snack shop
purchase of formaldehyde optimism appetizers best seller.

Shade

Emerald arches shelter from the sun
beneath its leafy canopy my heart seeks shade,
a stroll along the long concrete path
where shadows hide my grief,
cool breath of breeze hangs its pearls of peace
across my thoughts in its serene necklace.

Life scurries by in four wheeled chariots
none asking of my presence its meaning or destination,
left to wander through the spreading umbrella of scenic umbras
just another blurry phantom face, forgotten.

Grateful for the sweet release
under the branches covering with their silent charms,
that on a day when the world is distant and neglectful,
this journey gives my mind some peace.

Harmony sings in the rustling rhapsody,
end of walkway brings ease to lament's circus
fleeting fears carried away by the wind,
joy flushes in my being because this sojourn speaks
with its quiet vigil in inviting dispensation
unto a transient spirit without an isle of care on which to land.

Tomes

I penned truth
about my life
for the world to read,
but it proved fiction
when edited by God.

Heaven's Eyes

Faith's light shines forth from the soul's beacon
past life's storms and seas of questions,
beyond the reefs where hope's vessels are shipwrecked,
for empowered stroke from God's brush of grace.

Weathered memories never forget joy's sea shell song
nor the tides blessed with mercy's waves,
standing against the elements bearing their tests to the heart,
devoutly gazing towards eternity.

Love's electricity charged by the Lord's spirit,
gives one's conviction a golden glow,
seen by those adrift upon disillusionment's sea
as guiding torch helping them reach safety.

Never arrogant in tending this ancient lighthouse
where other keepers is presence is felt who stood watch before,
hearing their voices of assurance
in times when darkness cripples ability to stand,
strengthen in one's vigil
feeling watched by
Heaven's Eyes.

Her Passion

Astral eyes
probing at the world
from housewife's
lair of tears.

Ever wanting
to open charka
of seer's powers.

Touching ethereal plain
on soul projected flight,
encountering celestial being
who granted her passion.

Able to see future,
inner vision price
being psychic puppet
to unearthly creatures,
lips forced to speak
what others
brand as insanity.

Greased

Mind's wheels stop squeaky and screeching,
body feels so smooth in motion,
able to run when it once walked,
feeling like wings are attached to the feet,
having been made so oily and lacking resistance
from the grease of inspiration,
but the only problem if you get too slippery
is it effects your vision with overconfidence,
till you think you can slide through any obstacle.

Cradle of Stars

Night unfurls its mystical wand
to wave across the pillow's stage.
Inhaling the eyelid flutter potion
of moonbeam kisses,
slipping silvery strands of stardust sight
over wonder's delicate membrane.

Crossing the boundary between touch and imagined
swaying under the spell of sultry wisps
swirling in surreal currents,
bedazzling beats bewitch in harping celestial elegance
before the mattress becomes a magic carpet
soaring to the realm
where the impossible is never lord.

Flawless lovers await with endless caresses
inside sensuous hammocks
for taking hearts where their heated breaths
can steam the soul.
Elysian teases come with their tantalizing kisses,
while Eden is planted within
having bliss's beauty and gold.

Tomorrow we wander amid the thorns,
but by eve,
rocking so seductively in the exotic spell
from reaching the Sandman's
cradle of stars.

angel cold and bare

Eden's scent stains her nostrils
palms recall holding fiery sword
when charged the sacred claim
to guard garden's tree of life.

Listened to serpent's whispers
obedience flame smoldering
heaven's vision grows dim
dropped weapon along with inner light.

Succubus throngs entice with whispers
wings droop, cool from gold to ashen,
darkness laces its veil over her essence,
pillars of God vanish from memory.

Ethereal membrane once full of warmth
shreds into evil's black icy shroud
grasp lost on eons where purity's fruit
bore its celestial ambrosia among the stars.

Forever slain in her cherub charms
cursed to dwell as conscience's assassin,
mortals once loved, source of deepest despise
she sees now with deception's plotting eyes.

Turn the dial

feast at audio banquet table,
sounds of every succulent sensation
salivate the mind.

Mood notes for each occasion
riding them to heaven and hell,
passing life in asphalt currents,
world's care a blur and forgotten,
if not on this station then the next
where my pulse pounds
in the rhythm of dreams
sung by angels I've never seen.

Hunger

Ravenous hands
seize desire's stems
glory's beauty
beguiles.

Trials thorns
draw blood's sweat
forming flowery joy
when spilled from soul.

Warranted

Door broken in
at midnight.

Bullet proof vested intruders
brandishing weapons
shouting demands,
dragging suspects to floor,
putting on cuffs.

Confusion murmurs,
realizing wrong address,
planting evidence under bed
of inner city apartment.

Hurrying before news arrives,
radically incredible justice
preserved
at price of truth.

Between the Stars

Strolling over the bridge
connecting desires to dreams
standing in the middle of the night
feeling the river flow underneath
fill the heart with the soft caress
of serenity's rush
inhaled in ripples of calm.

Twinkling pinpricks overhead
beckons in its mystery
shining its silvery song
warm so deeply into one's soul.

Taking a drink of eve's magic
watching as the waters slowly
bathe the moment
with their special spell.

Lifting by a current of enchantment,
until swimming between the star
ocean of quiet brings is peace
where angels bring the darkness
their own light.

Anticipation

Prospect's rivulets flow through cranial landscape,
phantom paramours of fairy god mother sway
imagined waiting in the cool rush
swimming its mercurial possibilities
feigned surety's waders left in denial's closet.

Sound of inner, "shhhh,"
dangles
from denial's seductive hook
as bated rationale for numbing intuitive paranoia.

Interlude of mystical speculation
dialogues against cryptic mental analogue
that dredges up cynic recollections
of trust's assassins.

Reaching river's edge of expectation's stream,
reality's stalker greats with reaper's sickle,
reverie corpse floats in aftermath visionary blood letting,
pic nic hiatus taken shopping at discount fancy's snack shop
purchase of formaldehyde optimism appetizers best seller.

Hope

Golden
rings of promise
magic's infused metal
wizards gave lives to protect jewels
it's power preserved by use of dark spells
death finding thieves seeking prizes
passed by fire rituals
inspired visions
golden

Future
cared in silence
servant have faithful gaze
over fated priceless heirloom
keeping it free from any evil threats
for one destined to possess it
shining peace within world
till joy becomes
future

Sunrise
comes for gemstone
soul arrives claiming gift
opens portal letting light flow
praying it will touch hearts everywhere
void in belief destroys the ray
blessings stored for later
once faith survives
sunrise

Rendezvous

Night brought him
uninvited,
lying down on her bed,
touching
in ways unimagined.

Thunder exploded inside,
lightning flashed
in her moans,
discovering
such incredible pleasure.

Begging him to stay,
but said his being
lived only
when luna's face was full.

Now she watches
each new moon,
praying for another
rendezvous.

DANCING SPHERES

Twinkle questions set their flash
in a blink's reality.
Spurts of numinous baubles are conjured in the wondering,
dangling by a scorching mind thread,
exploding like fireworks, images scream their luster,
profoundly etching their language
upon one's clay of ponderings.

Spheres of luminosity
collect to bounce in the blood,
one finds whispers of transcendence, so golden and thriving.

Coming awake during the ageless waltz
where the brain takes the hand
of ancient seer's caresses,
who first heard a light's symphony of revealing.

Breath strokes ascend a starry staircase,
memories soon ride on mushrooming plumes of meaning,
towards a vibrant sunrise,
burning inside from the intensity.

Till we know without being told,
speaking from the shear stunning of discovered identity
with the river of celestial lucidity.

Tongue Depressors

Bite hard
with verbal carnage,
insult vermin
multiply
in the heart.

Mind percolates
the vicious fancy,
arms crossed,
feigning
being disarmed.

Lips whisper
bullets
hope to hit
fate's
bull's eye.

Sagacity's Siren

Souls sip
her eternal light,
which turns
their dreams
into visions.

Lives spent
creating her truths
in history's
stony souvenirs.

Remains

Seeing in the eyes
the corpses of dead hopes
buried in despair's shadowy valley.

Inspiration's shovel lovingly
excavates the skeletons.
Each bone of thought
unearthed and cleansed of sadness
that it would no longer decay.

Slowly the archaeologist of the heart
caring to preserve faith's marrow
treats the find as a treasure.

Putting it on display in forgiveness' s museum
where light of acceptance shines
upon what was lost
never speaking of it as failure
just an exhibit of redemption.

Tales

Excuses flow from my lips
like honey dripping so lusciously,
poured out over somebody's mind
just to hide my passion's deepest craving.

So I finally add a dose of feigned sincerity,
a perfect tone of pure eloquent deception just to give my myth credibility.

Racing home, heart on fire,
picking up the remote to catch my favorite movie,
guilt over addition and false stories forgotten
when my hero kills the a thousand villains with only one bullet!

Midnight's Flight

Midnight's flight in ogre screams
shadowy shrieks that shred the stillness,
pillow pants of gaping gasps,
sorrow's shroud smothers with groan in silence.

Moans and murmurs rise from closet chambers
tones of terror to torment my threads of thought,
night sewn with phantom fabric with mourner's sleeves,
kite of sandman soars towards cemetery scenes
spirit sinks into stinging cesspool of sobs
where funeral fears float as dirge musicians.

Prayer for providence release uttered
as a fleeting chant,
lost in the claptrap shouts of mental gnomes.

Fueling the fires forged by fear
chimney inside the heart burns
snorts and snarls intuitive resurge
symphony from despair's composure
writes melancholy's music
played repeatedly in piercing notes
frayed of light or hope.

Singing in guttural lament
the resonance of resignation,
awakening to a zombie's clarion call,
air bristles with sun's rejuvenation.

Perhaps a song will be played tonight
where banshee artist don't rehearse
and life is a melodious harp of serenity
instead of an off key shrill of sadness.

ENIGMAS

I sleep the screams of emaciated dreams
my heart's eloquence
toasting upon a firepit
tended by skeletal desires.

Walking the turrets of conformity
guarding the prisons of cadaverous angels
who all have bleeding plumes of anthill visions
sticking out of their eye sockets.

Dusk becomes the twilight of my conscience
where fairies turn cannibals
and chess pawns become serial killers.

All pressing me inward
into a puzzle of lethargic messiah riddles
no one cares to read in a mirror
for they are paradigms of the soul.

Cubicle world crushes
my ark of life preserver ponderings,
gossamer legs of envious lies
wobbling underneath.

Perhaps noon will make transparent
each jigsaw tale lost in the ravines of indifference.

Or maybe I'll be their slave
lobotomy for my reality
schedule on a waiting list
of theological cosmetic surgeons.

Reliance

His heart was tethered to a stony soul
so cold and indifferent, harden to his world
from seeing so many desires
crushed under circumstance's avalanche.

Spending his retirement days in bitter existence
forced to work a menial job in order to survive.

Watching all the need surround him
by all the impoverished inner city faces,
feeling so justified in ignoring their misery,
even though living alone in his four bedroom house
after his wife died and kids left who never called.

Keeping himself secured in his self reliance
depending upon the small medic alert transmitter he kept constantly
should his weak heart or feeble legs leave him stranded on the floor.

Working alone one Christmas Eve,
hearing the shuffling shivering feet
marching outside in their parade of destitution,
a pain streaked through his chest,
making him fall to the ground and drop his transmitter.

Too paralyzed by his stroke to move
his mouth stubbornly refused to call out for help
presuming everyone hated as he did.

Then one transient in tattered clothes suddenly appeared.
One he had pretended not to see
each night he passed his body sleeping in the alley.

Looking closer at the eyes,
realizing they belonged to the son who was now a stranger.
Silently, the son pressed the device.
Shaking the old man to the core
finally accepting true lines of life
are never severed from other hearts.

Nature's Canvas

Landscapes
of quiet scenes
kissing the river's edge
stroking their hues into the soul
until one feels the colors paint with peace
draping the heart with its allure
blossoms caress insides
learning to love
landscapes

Softly
the foliage strokes
its magic upon one's life
inhaling the perfumed splendor
essence entwined in its enchanting spell
song of majesty strums so deep
tranquil tales stir the mind
Mother Earth hugs
softly

Living
in a new light
creation's beauty shines
wind captures spirit's harmony
sensing oneness with time's rustic mural
joy's flowers are planted
in soil used for
living

Heaven's Eyes

Faith's light shines forth from the soul's beacon
past life's storms and seas of questions,
beyond the reefs where hope's vessels are shipwrecked,
for empowered stroke from God's brush of grace.

Weathered memories never forget joy's sea shell song
nor the tides blessed with mercy's waves,
standing against the elements bearing their tests to the heart,
devoutly gazing towards eternity.

Love's electricity charged by the Lord's spirit,
gives one's conviction a golden glow,
seen by those adrift upon disillusionment's sea
as guiding torch helping them reach safety.

Never arrogant in tending this ancient lighthouse
where other keepers is presence is felt who stood watch before,
hearing their voices of assurance
in times when darkness cripples ability to stand,
strengthen in one's vigil
feeling watched by
Heaven's Eyes.