DEAD LEAVES...

Dead Leaves

Leaves of gold drift on crystal waters

like discarded jewels bearing loveliness

they are released from duty and labor 

while in their dead nakedness

The streams gushing watery tongue

craves what it cannot possess 

it laps at the leaves edges for fun

while mocking these jewels in distress

The end discovers its beginning

bathed in sunlight while wandering

and every fiber within sings

as renewal pierces deaths mourning

These leaves of gold scattered

become the vision clear in mind

that beauty is what matters

when consumed by the shortness of time

The Unspoken Words...

The Unspoken Words

 That man of spoken words

I'll never be

Not like those often heard 

I'll remain obscure for all to see

During my restful sleep

beautiful words flow steadily

but morning finds my lips sealed

as silence rules my life daily

Fine words in vision abound

flashing in my dream state

but they refuse to live their sound

choosing to pursue a silent fate

Unspoken vibrations need to pass on

to fall on eager minds

to tickle ears with their sounds

while they comfort all with their might

as thoughts oozing with caresses

stimulate random awareness

to fill wakeful moments with tenderness

Words that sizzle on my lips

dribble like sweet warm honey

and spread joy that never quits

This, I fervently need to say...

"Life is full of personal duty

that passes too quickly...

as dreams forge individual destiny

that lurks in words enjoyed nightly..."

Resilience...

Resilience

'Twas when we joined the silent march

retreating from our casual social life

that fear clogged chaotic minds 

while it turned our eyes blind

The comfort of dreams was found

in the hope of family gathering around

resilience did shine brightly in bitter winds

where life successes rise and sink

There was light that cast shadows

to extend moments we came to know

while they tempered given time

we reached for a future always in mind

There were blustering winds during the night

that affected our sequestered life

as we longed to hold the most

family to our hearts close

Life in general was tedious and lonely

friendship ties connected by ZOOM only

as familiar eyes flashed joyful greetings

we realized the comfort that the Internet brings

Tenacity, spoke to our spirit undead

It lives in us till we go to bed

We cling urgently to it by day

and urge the VIRUS to quickly go away

La Vie Ensemble...

La Vie Ensemble

When that sliver of life, a moment

is too thin for comment

it easily escapes if not captured

by the joy of its nature

The first morning kiss in memory stays

heat of lips on lips lingers always

it steals my breath with its substance

during early morning moments of silence

We lie down side by side

sleepless in cravings that survive

as the shadowy penance of our workday

violates precious time ticking away

Whispers from last night

become the reality of morning delight

and we rise in pleasure so high

that we can touch the Heavenly sky

Coffee loosens the afterglow mood

lingering in our darkened room

we dress quickly and routinely

Then, rush out the door for another workday

The gift that keeps on giving...

Coronavirus

I shelter in my quiet house

as pestilence roams freely outside

I hear reports of lives snuffed out

as casualties seem unable to subside

I surround myself with sturdy walls

keep my hopes on full high

while the Summer rain falls

on my neighborhood under a misty sky

The virus is like a bursting waterfall

that overwhelms our communal might

virulence too powerful makes its assault

while I sequester tonight

I am restrained during this pause in life

my song stifled is barely audible

I remain silent and out of sight

like a sleeping creature in my stable

Trouble lurks never far away

outside the walls of my cage

it waits impatiently to invade my body

to steal the smile of hope from my face

I want to escape from this isolation

and live free from contagion

but these times dictate smart decisions

That's why I hide and wait for liberation

Paradise Lost...

Paradise Lost

Upon the scalloped twisted shore

sweet blue eyes gaze no more

distant sounds of joy unseen

fill her mind with secret needs

Ripe fruit now perishes on the vine

as somber shadows creep and align

with her attitude about misplaced paradise

only the comfort of memories deeply survives

The flickering light dances on her face

settling erratically to trace

orgasms of yesterdays' sights and sounds

that reverberate in her forsaken ground

Raw moments lived in fickle time

that swiftly passed in nature's shrine

were surrounded by refreshing winds

that supported her youthful wings

Pleasure offerings descended from Heaven

accompanied by gracious women

whose love endured in blind desire

momentarily quenching her life's fire

T'was a paradise purely sweet

containing offers of love wasted indeed

Flawed Emergence...

Flawed Emergence

When many become a chaotic union

complexity rules existing conditions

Rising like a blinding Summer sun

it reveals life situations that lack vision

Common existential hope is out of reach

It remains in the bowers of social sleep

Perhaps with the awakening light

relief will shine in places on high

to reflect on prostrated generations that are

and reveal equalities' reachable star

Poverty attracts needless ills

illuminates truths that in heart chill

as the tender bloom of equal opportunity

becomes lifeless in the pursuit of destiny

to counter the hidden foes of success

that exists in social shadows willingly blessed

Persistence will till the ground of deliverance

to challenge the notion of flawed emergence

A becoming that can only be achieved

by acting on the complexity of underlying beliefs

DASEIN...

Dasein

I search with open eyes

for that stairway to greater height

when enjoying blue waters still

mostly insulated from life's perils

Then, death dreams full of needless fright

present mortal visions to my sight

with darkening waters ahead

as winds stir peaceful sailing instead

My closed fist knocks on this finality 

to argue how its going to be

to push back the blackened waters

to see myself reflected in a placid mirror

Ageless time shouts at the tempest

It does what it knows best

indulges one in moments that briefly appear

to make one cherish life's ' being there '

June 2020 Unrest Trumped...

June 2020 Unrest Trumped 

The dogs of anarchy and disaster

hearing the call of their master

unleashed passion overpowering intelligence

and tore apart social conscience

Then, with determination of purpose bound

 mingled in peaceful protests found

they stoked destructive fires hell sent

that had simmered in racial discontent

In the tense darkness of night looming 

and with helmeted guardians gazing

the demonstration of anger drew

attention to righteous causes anew

So, with unmasked arrogance as discontent bubbled

he heard not the voices of trouble

during the Nations' mournful season

while he displayed a Bible for no good reason

Starting Again...more pandemic prose..

Starting Again

The future advances slowly

never seems to arrive

we feel it coming our way

as food, rent and bills loom large

We hang on to a spinning earth

waiting to be cast away

into an illusion of rebirth

that in mind struggles to stay

Our renewed tomorrow strangely welcoming

paints a future barely alive

we find ourselves in a painting

returning to a routine of nine to five

Hope cannot pierce the looming fear

that sustains the fire of memories

present in ashes soaked with tears

that now exists in human reality

We begin again to live with desire

muse on how civilization survives

as its flickering candle holds dying fire

that chases away fear with promising light

We return to boisterous celebration 

after adjusting to life changes

and gleefully toast our decision

to conquer COVID-19 in our land

The Harvest...

The Harvest

When a wealth of ambition

resides in clouded dreams

shadows become our companions

and ravage visions of future seen

Our spirit sails into a dark tomorrow

on fading desires when daylight comes

filled with restrictions we've come to know

that dwell ever deep in minds of some

Gradually, our altered lives so fickle

steeped in Summer sun and fresh winds

survive beneath the sweeping sickle

to become the hope that tomorrow brings

While we wait for the ghost to dissapear

to leave the existence affecting multitudes

We cast our seeds into virgin air

to release our souls from isolated solitude

'Tis when the tilled fields of life

lie under the warmth of Summers' day

that tomorrow will flourish amid the strife

to bring a harvest of joy that comes to stay

Disruption...

Disruption

When rising from fitful sleep

stripped naked of our life's routines

we shiver in our lingering dreams

that bear some reality to daily deeds

In the spreading shadow of the tower

we kneel beneath in shock severe

cold sweat dripping with fear

pours from minds filled with fever

We stand unshackled from life's timing

as everyday becomes just today

  exercise disturbed from its rhythmic ways

has now released  habits that kept us slim

We anxiously fear the invisible scourge

while our dreams suddenly become broken

as time altered desires remain unspoken

drenching us in loneliness during the towering purge

The viral scythe turns minds wild

as hateful feelings linger in vengeance

for a pandemic that arrived in silence

to cut down Mother, Father and child

Isolation...

Isolation

Sitting in my screen-lit cave

social distancing now the rave

I have a stoic moment and wonder

IS IT TOO EARLY FOR SPIDERS ???

Outside, yellow bursts from backyard bushes

my forsythias await the arrival of Jesus

Still, my multi-legged friend persists overhead

weaving methodically a perfect web

Patiently, I observe its artful spin

while I take another sip of gin

Then, I realize that tomorrow's day

will never be like yesterday

National news radiates from my TV

the rooster on his balcony

crows like the greatest of leaders

claiming to be our Savior

Meanwhile, the spider oblivious to catastrophe

surely makes more sense to me

finite creature, source of wonder

living its life in my cave corner

Still, nature's trash frozen in snowbank armpits

remains long after Winter releases it

and while society plays dead

I'll sit in my cave looking at spider webs

WellWords...

WellWords

Relish in the time you have

while you sip sweet memories

that quench your internal fires

living in the colors of past Autumns

Imagine the renewed life of Spring

as you live in the reality of now

and remember times that have passed

while historic events boldly arrive

There are solutions in forgotten wells

fruits ripe and ready to harvest

Scoop by scoop, bit by bit

reach in and gather them

Use them in your viral loneliness 

while searching for tenderness

flickering in communal fires

that feed science during times that matter

We must seek substance instead of lies

savor reality in our solutions

generate words that empower the situation

in wellwords woven with hope

Create newborn life in our minds

to soothe everyone during these frightful times

Empower poetry as a counter-virus

to dilute pandemic disease upon us

Prose as a prophylactic to this global event

needs to germinate in all humanity

as seeds of hope to fight insanity

while turning thoughts into poetry

UPENDED...

Upended

'Tis isolation forced upon the Nation

that has not seen a conclusion

with viral scenes apocalypse filled

that now knocks at my windowsill 

Where flashy cars once rolled

now there are empty roads

our highways turn to dust

erasing the joy of automotive lust

Cool shade that appeared at high noon

now stays as gray fills my room

pleasures once taken for granted

now live as memories to be feasted

I'm sequestered in my home harbor 

where I can't see the roaming monster

However, from my flat screen porthole

I realize the necessity of individual roles

Normalcy was upended quickly

It disintegrated and retreated swiftly

It left society caring for one another

during the isolation we all suffer

As I spend my days in gloom

filled with anxious dark moods

I crave fresh air and sunny morns

to chase away this COVID-19 scorn

Pandemic Eyes...

Pandemic Eyes

With feverish sight I could not see

the forest through the trees

as everyday life slowed to a crawl

and society quickly stalled

Virulence far removed from my eyes

was nevertheless imagined and recognized

as its illusive presence invaded my mind

during a necessary March exile so unkind

Mutilated routines vanished into thin air

much like a train of thought going nowhere

I noticed my neighborhood desolate in confinement

However, birds still flew for my amusement

My infected awareness obscured the mind

as I reacted to accepted sequestered time

and I viewed news of National nature

that amplified anxious moments about the future

Still, the creeping slowness of time elapsed

was perceived as extended life come to pass

the flow of my daily existence was rearranged

and I was thankful for the change

Generational Entitlement...

Generational Entitlement

With selfishness of purpose in mind

their casual self-gratification socially unkind

and with hardened souls uncaring

they placed personal pleasures above everything

'Twas a viral onslaught unleashed on global populations

that immersed the world in a mournful season

it covered normal existence in lingering doom

as humanity experienced the pandemic in bloom

A youthful generation gathered in sunny climes

with the plain arrogance of exulting prime

they surfed the waves in warm waters

unworried about the advancing danger

The threatening darkness slowly crept

over society while governments slept

ignoring the storm growing in foreign lands

while science failed to this virus understand

Hopefully, the pandemic will ease

and humanity will defeat this disease 

to again rejoice in social gatherings

that make life a wonderful thing

The Discarded Dream...

The Discarded Dream

When strolling one sunny day

I found a dream along the way

'Twas discarded, barely alive

next to the trail where the sunshine hides

'Twas someone's forsaken mind creation

thrown away to slowly fade into oblivion

So, with hope in mind, I gathered it

and kindly tended its weakened spirit

The forest held a breeze that stirred leaves casually

as I walked the winding trail that day

Soon, the sinking sun shaded my way

as homeward thoughts held sway

That fruitless dream of noble birth

cast away, dismal beyond words

became mine in poetic affection

to nurture with deep devotion

I dispensed nourishing hope

gave it golden light to brighten its soul

and offered a banquet of existential reasons

to ease its discarded season

When it was fully vital again

I released it where the sidewalk ends

where hope renewed begins

where it could finally find a friend

The Times...( COVID-19 )

The Times...( COVID-19 )

When dark chaos in our minds' night

arrived to spread relentless fright

our shiny sword of science failed

to eradicate virulence in cruises that sailed

We summoned the high alter of confusion

seeking the hidden stairway to salvation

our armor of hope valiantly worn

failed us during the reality of times torn

The pandemic did not last long

it took the weak and left the strong

later than sooner the panic did end

as Mighty Nations learned to bend

Global routines were put on hold

in every continent and every home

the infected swelled from the evolving strain

and commerce everywhere stalled in vain

Life savings once golden in hand

evaporated as the demon ravaged the land

and casual hugs of friends everywhere

became a custom understandably feared

Humanity distanced itself from personal contact

while the normal kiss became an evil act

We all stared at the flat screen window

and tried to understand where the virus would go

Humanity fought Natures infection

with all our given passion

 However, we did not realize

that Nature ever present and alive

is a system that heals itself

even if it has to eliminate our irritating selves

SHOTGUNNED...

Shotgunned

"Twas a time of fickle thrills

blue tinged smoke gently drifting

while it haunted the waste around us

our twelve gauge shotguns ready to bust

We fired breeches ganja filled

and sucked pleasure from barrels still

shotguns pumping smoke for good measure

released our minds from unseen danger

Contagious fear tweaked our daily situation

while we wasted our innocent season

living on edge during our foreign endeavor

waiting to stumble upon a trip wire

The deep cause for our bravery

was to live and leave that jungle greenery

Ganja wisdom gave us wings

'Twas momentary genius for escaping things

We served and endured

in a system far from pure

However, those ganja shotgun nights

shielded us from ever present fright

When we returned to society

we had lost our sense of identity

we hid our pain of addiction

from our most ungrateful Nation

L'aigle...

L'aigle

There's a scent of wet grass

in the air as I stroll pass

the edge of emerald white pines

their needles filled wth morning sunshine

When a bald eagle on wing

draws my attention to its shadow moving

I see its royal feathers brown and white

against the blue hued sky

Unflapping wings steady and its vision piercing

it soars gracefully seeming to notice everything

while circling in a blur of motion

head tilted in my direction

Ascending slowly with me below

it appears to somehow know

that I cherish its majestic presence

that I envy its soaring essence

'Tis a momentary connection with natural beauty

swift in time that will remain long in memory

La Poesie...( poetry )

La Poesie ( poetry )

The word weaver hung his thoughts

upon eager minds who sought

to taste fertile valleys and streaming waters

needed to grace their empty hours

with crisp visions of life and more

that promised happiness on shadowy shores

Their marrow filled bones in confusion

within weak flesh and illusion

hoped to support their searching souls

mindfully hidden, tender and cold

with word spirit in their hearts

to generate sparkle in their eyes

Poetic thoughts in woven delight stirred

cascading waves unseen when heard

as odorous swells appeared in circles high

against the grayness of sickened skies

fresh air smells carried with ease

spreading on the communal breeze

'Twas a sweet fragrance given to all

as jeweled noses came to call

PANDEMIC....

PANDEMIC

We shake our heads

and count the dead

in a mindset that subdues us

while confronted by the Corona virus

Global fate dictates our survival

as we search for hope in its somber arrival

this invisible virulence humbles Nations

and casts its shadow without discrimination

It wraps sadness in unconscious truth

where reality lives in pandemic roots

and spreads relentlessly in distant climes

while it tempers all impulse to smile

Hidden behind mostly useless masks everywhere

contagion lives moments away, beware

this viral infection like a tsunami

wants to invade you and me

Tragic Love....

Tragic Love

She was precious and unforgiving

she made me pay for my loving

I thought we could be friends

as our love was a certain coincidence

Her windswept ways warmed my heart

when I decided to depart

I was eager to join her raw beauty

that promised delicious bondage to be

I became her mindless slave

while trekking snowy desolate trails

'Twas her lusty spirit calling me that day

for the pain and pleasure of her way

 It haunted my careless uncharted path

when the waning daylight my eyes begat

Now, I linger in deep forest dark

the fire of life draining from my eyes

Freezing to death with my virgin mistress nature

waiting eagerly for heavenly rapture

Self-Confirmation...

Self-Confirmation

I was one with a Summers' eve

gently floating in life's stream

when whispers of time that wanders

filled my soul with joyful hours

'Twas the notion of existence in my mind

paintings of magical visions to find

like free falling in altered reality

releasing me from gravity

when vivid awareness lifted me higher

over earthly cares and other matters

in pursued purpose hell bent

on my journey heaven sent

'Twas a stairway that vanished in digital clouds

where past times waited for recall

to reconstruct my apparent reality

in confirmation of the existence of me

I was one with a Summers' night breeze

I grasped the magic of life's masterpiece

that lived in digital memories stored deep

to solidify my existence ever so real

Now, I am thankful for the awareness 

that is present in my daily consciousness

while the past is my present

 I relive it with grateful consent

Raison D'etre...( Purpose )

Raison D'etre  ( Purpose )

When lemon skies in morning light

reveal earthly purpose as they appear

and enforce the meaning of our lives

along with coffee strong and dear

they stir a deeper awareness 

mindfully eager to stay

and linger in soulful stillness

to keep memories from fading away

Stories spoken with eyes half-closed

fall like seeds on fertile progeny minds

and bestow purpose on tales told

that grant value to memories that bind

When the narrative of years past is heard

bursting with shining lemon light

glowing as living sunbursts

they shout recollections of past life

The earthly struggles of our ancestors 

are contained in this buffet of memories

that solidify our family as survivors

and we celebrate ancestral victory

Our success over life's hardships

Our persistence in the hope of tomorrow

Our appreciation that our genes won't perish

and that our memory will always follow

A Rever...( To Dream )

A Rever  ( to dream )

To wander in the land of dreams

where deeds imagined fill the scene

with all sights a vibrant pleasure

that guide desires free from restrained measure

Imagine the rushing joy of dark hair

hanging against ivory shoulders bare

stabbing the craving heart with rapture

that in sweet thoughts are captured

Dream life soars during nights prime

wrapped in human softness silky fine

that fill moist wanting lips

with the taste of fingertips

Quivering lips and curly hair

as fingers walk descending there

inching towards fleshy ivory towers

satiates the nights secret hours

Feelings deep within heaving breasts

feed smiles on lips that caress

as they fill the deepness of night

with the magic of dream delight

When morning sunbeams arrive

they warm the remains of restful smiles

and we dream-on in semi-consciousness

as the night is finally put to rest

Ocean Beach...

Ocean Beach

When seeing noisy waves roll

I enjoyed the given hour

time appeared to have flown

while the sun loomed low over the pier yonder

The orange orb danced on the horizon bravely

moving at a steady pace

and sunk between watery valleys

disappearing in stillness without a trace

A momentary flash of emerald green

marked the time of death

there was sadness in my sandy feet

for the warmth that had just left

The ever changing rhythm of Ocean beach

when King tides in season roll

replace the Summers' heat

as offshore winds stack waves that never close

Berms bulldozed high above frothy waves

provided a platform for sunset viewers

who stood tall like Meerkats on a sandy stage

to absorb a sight ever tender

'Twas a gift freely tendered

of celestial light fading in fragrant air

and I engaged in thoughts that wandered

about my life on this heavenly sphere

From Tehran to Oblivion...

From Tehran to Oblivion

The raging dogs of war

filled with anger out-poured

were roused and ready to bite

on that dark timorous night

Fear settled on their faces 

mixed with revenge fueled by hate

that clouded the minds of many

eager to avenge the execution of Soleimani

The Iranian general carried the torch of terror

held loftily for Americas haters

and as blood dripped from his hand against the skie

he was terminated by fire from on high

When streaking fire arched towards Irak

history could not be called back

'Twas retribution for the elimination of a terrorist

who bloodied Americas men of service

Then, FLIGHT 752 rose from Tehran

full of doves bound for their homeland

when a fireball launched carelessly

slaughtered them mindlessly 

They died needlessly with muffled cries

blown out of the dark Iranian sky

ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX

beautiful souls were taken by Iranian misfits

EPIPHANY..A tribute to a child...

Epiphany

Where are todays prophets

those who dare project

events that human passion cannot alter

of future times harsh and bitter

Where are the seers of fate

who urge humanity to wake

while they wallow in primitive nakedness

and believe that flesh is worn best

beneath a covering of illusion

weighted down by bad decisions

Where are the predictors of tomorrows events

that will bring gloom along with consequences

are they disturbed by visions keen

are they unwilling to reveal hardships foreseen

The faint glow of prophets in our society

like the lamp of life shining on humanity

lives in a spirit that burns with endeavor

as she warns of approaching danger

GRETA can see earths darkening borders

envision dead flowers on murmuring waters

and with no lingering hesitation

she urges all to make the right decision