Fear, regret, loathing, sadness

Like static on our station of life

Leave us exhausted in madness

Wearing thin our nerves in strife

We believe in what we could have been

Ashamed and lost in an uncommitted sin

We forget our value and turn away

From those that love us everyday

Stroll down Manhattan and between every blink

Is an array of suicidal corporate slaves on the brink

Down to the sunset strip, billboard blondes singing the blues

Teasing a crowd of big panthers with nothing to gain and all to lose

They all think they'll live the dream

With that last dance or last scheme

But in the end the illusion wins

Another soul spotted with sins

I knew a woman that gave it away

(But not the way you'd think today)

She gave to the poor, the weak and young

And never thought of herself before anyone

And you'd think she was sad because no one she helped was grateful

She was happy because she was true to herself and always stayed faithful

The ones that should fear the most are the ones that only think of saving their skin

They look behind their shoulder worrying about a bruise or scrape they might get again

Not to say you should live life in a hurry

Or never think about yourself or worry

But God says live unselfishly and think what you can give not lose

And live with others that do the same; be careful who you choose

There's too much static that could ruin the most beautiful song

If you listen to it you won't hear the melody or words before long

Hypnotized by a stream of static on the black screen

You'll join the masses in an early grave

Fixed on the lines as if there's something they mean

Don't let static take you as his new slave

A sea of people

Disconnected

Admiring each other afar like pieces of glass

Glittering but broken

Marring each other with each brush

There's unity in devotion

But the faithless only want the faithful

One ballerina dancing in the sea of frenzy

A swaying speck on the planet

But a hooded bearded stranger smiled

His teeth poised for her skin

He left a shard of his window in her

Her skin healed the wound

But I see his reflection when she dances

To the strings on the instrument of regret

A sacrifice song

Celebrating her insignificance

And yet she dances again

Looking at the next hands as if they'd fix the world

And the next eyes as if she was the only one that mattered on it

Golden moon above, uprising

Illuminating and disguising

The warm stream still hot from sun

A stallion bounds from the shots of a gun

His riders hair rushing in the wind

Leading along a narrow desert bend

Still on the path their silhouettes span

Ink black mane and a bare back man

Dropping off the beast that he ties to the trees

The rider swiftly embarks and barefoot he flees

He creeps about glancing thru the cabins pane

At a pale skin woman with hair like a ruby flame

Fragile & pink; his foreign eyes fall in trance

On her translucent bosom he steals a glance

As she turns to see his face, she shudders her flowery lips

But quick to her dresser drawer; a pistol she equips

He stares blankly at the seized black barrel

and her porcelain fingers that shake in peril But he grins meekly and backs away

His shadow blending into the gray

Red moon above, uprising

War weapons galvanizing

Muskets booming in the dark

And savage flaming arrows spark

In the distance she hears them brawl

Her body turned in distrust to the wall

She closes her lilting lids until slowly she slumbered

Then brashly she's awoken gasping and encumbered

Tied to her bed post she stares up as he faces

Fear and conviction on her brows he traces

They intently look at each other for insight

No dialogue do they share this empty night

He takes the pistol from her drawer, motioning her to see

A gaping hole in his chest, blood gushing like a plea

Throwing the pistol out the pane, he looks into her eyes

He unties her hand to touch his wound and gently he cries

Empathy is in her stare as she strokes his long black tresses

She tended over him that night, while in her bed he convalesces

Fever at his forehead, she dabbed a cool cloth at his chest

And she prayed for gods mercy on his soul as he rest

Loyal to this brown skin man, she earnestly remained

Just as with her white groom, his memory engrained

With prayers and hopes his health steadily regained

Blue moon in the sky sparkling & rising

Below are a pair of shadows harmonizing

The beat of his drum resounding

The feeling of her heart pounding

She's swirling round the embers

Of a fire of chopped up timbers

A chant of love is at his lips

A dance of love is at her hips

A marriage round a fire aglow

Moonlight wolves howling hello

This unsanctioned union; made in a secret place

Celebrating this wild warrior and his beautiful new Grace

Writhing on the desert floor in a spiritual embrace

Purple moon and silver stars all arose

While a mother and her suckling doze

Little cabin waiting in the summer night

For the warrior returning from his fight

Dark skinned father thru the window came

Put his arms around his babe and dame

And hushed his cooing son by name

Stallion stomping under the solemn tree

Waiting for morning light to be set free . . .

Touch has a memory consoles the poet of old

But what if your lovers touch has grown cold?

It's no comfort to recall both night and day

How the ghost of his hands upon you'd lay

Layers of decades slowly they've shed

But memories lie dormant in your head

Images parading your befallen mind

Fingers that gingerly traced you behind

Ode to when you surrendered your soft skin

It seems you can never be untouched again

A sacrifice you've delivered to he who had vice

Giving all innocence to his whispered entice

Touch has a memory and it won't ever leave

You wear it forever like a heart on your sleeve

Never to retrieve, the touch you bereave

Progeny formed from stardust and dreams

We are wanderers lost in hopeful schemes

Nothing fires and fulfills us as much

As a strangers smile, humor or touch

Adrenaline, pheromones and dopamine

We are fumbling for belonging unseen

Depression distorting our crystal lens

Death like a prism captures us and wins

Art breaths meaning into our starved souls

We exhale hunger for passion in life's lulls

We are small bait to the hollow earth

Subtly changed by time and birth

Vanishing in our own reflection

Exiled by our own perception

Cheated by our own deception

Wanting a lovers undying affection

Wishing for a death and a resurrection

By the static moon, the static moon

Where vapors hang in dismal June

Where I wandered a day

In haphazard way

Came across cinders charred

And elms burned to gray

And that fervid moon

Led me in aghast so soon

That static moon

Is where the ashen soul lay

This visage supernal, darkened and lustered

Under crescent moon, eyes opened and flustered

Queen of the gaunt, the ruins of trust

Clothed the murky moon in celestial dust

A final goodbye to all her fame

Her heart she lets rust

From weeping and shame

Queen of order, staunch in test

Slaved for love in cold unrest

A sight so morose dangling so garish

She'll never awake her soul will perish

Please static moon, oh static moon

You're not just a shape in dismal June

O static moon so far up above

A fatal shape to the one without love

©2011

I was afraid of

Falling

Into your eyes

Your touch

Sinking into

Your skin

Your soul

Your words

Haunt

Scar

Emboss

And

Break

Open

My heart

And damage

My sanity

I'm a lunatic

Lost in desire

For

You

to

be

My

eternal

Lover

*

Behold the eclipse in his palms

The glorious night he becalms

Entreating the dusk with a splendid decree

Binding each mortal to his imperial melody

*

His creeping song sways through the sulking elms

Entrancing each earthling soul for whom it overwhelms

*

This monstrous emperor of all harmony

Makes all tuneless souls breathe in symmetry

*

There is no crevice in his voice of light

For this man is master of the eerie night

The lyrics on his broken lips kiss the twisted breeze

The ravens wings reflect his eyes and darkly stare & seize

*

His hands clasp the fading stars, fingers tipped in black

Midnight cloak around his shoulders lay across his diamond back

*

His love forbidding beauty twinkles in his bloodshot searching eyes

He could break up lovers on land with the splash of emerald envy skies

*

He's powerful and firm so resolute in his domain

Yet the strength of this monster hid much angst and pain

*

He sings to us in the broken hours of our slumbers

Gives us doubts and fills our hearts with fears and blunders

Don't let him make you turn your heart away in flight !

Don't listen to the song of the emperor of the melody of night . . .

*

©2014

You talked to me and wanted to know

What made me live and laugh and glow

You touched my hand and simply said

That life without me would be dead

You watched me and with your stare

Your eyes were full of gentle care

So why did you stop and not reply?

Didn't even make a simple try?

You left me on the phone in tears

And with it took my love for years

Let's find a place to call our own

Get off a plane and into the unknown

Let's inspire each other every single new day

Talk at night till there's nothing more to say

I wanna be both crazy and practical with you

You know I'll be there no matter what you do

I'll give you something to smile for

I'll be the one you can't ever ignore

All I ask is that you take this one chance

On me and love and laughter and dance

Because I don't think you'll find anyone quite like me

And I've never known anyone like you can't you see?