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