Titles
Love is cruel
A
Hug in My Mind
Sitting
here my mind fades
Replaced by images of you
Your sweet smile penetrates me
Your eyes filling me with hope
Moving
closer now; the smell of flowers
Looking up at me I can feel the sun's glow
Your cool hands touching my shoulders
Lightning flashing through my veins
Feeling
the power of your embrace
For a moment I have true peace
The warmth I feel begins to fade away
Reality rears its hungry head
Dry
The
pounding in my head
Is like a boxer beating on my soul
Nothing left to wet my lips
Nothing to swallow but more air and more dust
Another crow lands on the branch
That's four now, on this dead tree
In the middle of this desert
Where the water never comes
Not even sweat can cool me
I have none left to give
Tied here I will not rot for long
'Cause the crows won't let me
Now it's getting darker
It might be cooler when it gets dark
Unless its only my mind changing color
For a moment the pounding stops
Click
here for a funny movie called Tripping the Rift
Sniper
Early
to work for a change
Fun weekend, dumb car is on E again
Autopilot on now -- Turning in, pulling up, braking, park, opening
door, cold air hits my body
Jacket from back seat, wallet, credit card Insert,
Select premium, open gas door, unscrew screw cap, lift nozzle,
squeeze handle
The
usual look around to see who else is here
There's a man over there and there's a woman over there
No one I know
Another car is pulling in
Stange
but familiar noise, was it a car backfire?
Looking around in time to see the woman going limp and falling
on the concrete
Fainted? Slipped? No, there's something besides gas under her
Man is looking around too
Bullet!
Eyes wide, heart thumping
Crouching down and crawling to woman
Our eyes meeting with wild-eyed terror
Life seems to be draining away from her
Blood
on my jacket as she her hand is reaching for me
What can I do? How to stop the blood?
Can't use the cell phone
Her grip on my jacket goes slack and her eyes stare at her Maker
Looking
around, hearing the pounding
Seeing nothing, believing nothing
So little like what I heard on TV
The man is in his car now
Squealing
tires, squealing people
Maybe he saw the van
Maybe no one was in his way
Maybe he saw the sniper
A
Night at the Theater
The
kid will love the ballet, I think
Settling into
our seats
What a lovely story, I think
Who are they walking on stage
GUNFIRE!
I grab my child and cover her
Guerillas
Why are they here? What do they want?
My cell
phone... have it
Don't hurt us
Be calm child, all is well I lie
Desperation in their eyes and in their hearts
Outside,
life goes on
Its been hours now as a hostage
Thank God the little one is asleep
In her mother's arms
They want the children!
God, no, not mine!
Some are going to be released!
God, please take mine!
Gunfire
and everyone screaming
Why is this happening?
I have to go to the bathroom
I have to pee in the orchestra pit?
It feels
like a week now
Maybe just a day
Thank God they let some of the women go
God, please let them take care of my child
Somewhere
Putin makes a call and the stage is set
These guerillas want to stop a war by killing me
Finally I drift off to sleep
The most peaceful sleep I'll ever get
My name
is Aleksei Bochkov, engineer
I am 25 years old
My mother, Yelena, buried me today
"My Alyosha, we will remember you forever, forever, forever.
God forgive us all"
Summer's
Breeze
In the
background, Day after Day
A kiss and the faint smell of pickles
Her touch like air so soft
Her brown eyes whisper
Table covered with
red gingham
Gaze upon her shape while she flutters
On her tiptoes now as she puts morsels of food into hot oil
Water crackles as it leaves its frozen bonds and melts the frozen
cheese
She shares the hot
crispy cheese with me from a greasy paper towel
Summer's breeze through an open window caresses her golden hair
A drip of sweat slides down my lemonade
We share a chair while the electricity of the moment penetrates
Held softly by love
for that moment
The image fades through softened sunlight
On that spot now is a road on which I drive
In the background, Day after Day
Life
Sitting on the side
of the road in the middle of nowhere
Watching life come and pass me by
Waiting for my plans to take me somewhere
I've been here so long I wish I could fly
I cannot fly so I sigh
So hot and lost I begin to cry
All I need is cash; all I need is love
Just a quick hug from up above
So I stand and press on
End of days or armageddon
I will walk beside the road
Hoping to reach the bilestoad
I look up and the clouds go away
The sun returns for another day
Sound so deafening I cannot hear
The ones calling me that I hold dear
When will life improve I don't know when
But I try hard and ignore the sin
It keeps pulling me back in
My heart of gold has turned to tin
Wanting to do right and wanting to be free
In my mind I can hear the symphony
But I a lowly worker; just a drone
Life's grand scheme left me alone
Trying to finish this fools errandt
Prefering to be a good parent
Now able to focus on what I shoud do
I'm stuck here like Kajagoogoo
To proud to quit; to dumb to give up
My life could be so simple and easy
Pack only what I love into a single pickup
And drive until the sunset is not so cheesy
Rectal
Glaucoma
A man
calls his boss one morning and tells him that he is staying home
because he is not feeling well. "What's the matter?"
asks the boss.. "I have a case of rectal glaucoma,"
he says in a weak voice. "What the hell is rectal glaucoma?"
,the boss asks. "I can't see my ass coming into work today."
Enigma
A duality
Like night and day
Like life and death
Dwells within me
Split, no fractured
in two but still whole
Finding a living
Always gets old
To be here or to be
gone
Loses signifigance
But to have and to hold
Ideas too bold
Shepherd or sheep
Gladness or weep
A duality
no more can I say
Chechen
Child
This is dedicated
to a Chenchen child
Who until now always played and smiled
Until evil brought terror to a school
Never before have there been people so cruel
Children kept like
cattle
Like prisoners of a battle
They neither fought nor understood
And only knew how to do good
Their blood was
spilled
Their futures were killed
The news left me chilled
About their futures unfulfilled
Child whose life
will no longer be
Because he tried to be an escapee
Ran for his life on that final day
Shot and killed in a heartless way
I can think of
no hurt more severe
To lose a child held so dear
Those cowards who did this
Deserve no forgiveness
This is not meant
to be funny
For death is blood money
Spent by a terrorist coward
Only in hell will their souls be devoured.
I have a drug
I have a drug to keep my insanity at bay
I have a drug that keeps my bowels from revolting
I have a drug that keeps my stomach from eating me alive
I have a drug that keeps my lungs from killing me
I have a drug that silences the complaints from my joints
These drugs are my friends Mo, Lex, Ami, Cid, and Addy.
What is the disease that causes these symptoms?
What is the cure?
Why is it I am on the abyss only able to look back hoping a warning will float back into timelessness
Why is it that I am deaf even now?
Where is it that my God leads me, even now?
How is it that I survive?
Wanting to be the shape of the board and not the trunk
My tired soul is forgotten
My duty is not ended my mission continues in his blue eyes
Immortality awaits
Shattered Ruin
I sit upon a shattered ruin
Cage door open yet I do not flee
Staring at an empty glass
Crackles of the fire like a symphony
Smelling ambrosia on a cork
Remembering our embrace
Looking into the blaze
Seeing in the fire your face
No more will I taste
It is gone forever
I see your smile
Lighting the fire of endeavor
The fire licks at my heart
Begging me to leave the cage
Knowing I now could have left long ago
Feeling a sudden rage
Fire brazes now in my eyes
Makes my soul warm in the endless cold
An ember rises and fades
Its true identity never told
Black Chardonnay
No daisies on my hubcaps
My life stuck on full throttle
Excavated from my life, looking for its return
I’ve been to the bottom of many a bottle
Poetry in motion, my heart burns
Stuck in 1987, romanticizing years ago
Want 3 times a day in passion, but
3 times a month duty is all you bestow
You remind me of what I really am
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy
I’m not like you, sorry
Abstinence for me is no joy
No more passion
No more words
No more emotion
No more seconds or thirds
Are we having fun yet?
Raindrop on the glass, teardrop on my face
Black chardonnay
It’s not a duty it’s not out of place
Muddy brown, purple, tan and black
Regular and plus don’t mean much
He put a rose on her driveway
What I wouldn’t give for another passionate touch
Love is Cruel
Bright sunshine without heat
Heart bursting with love
The change of youth going forward
A long goodbye with mixed emotions
Should’ve known better
My best friend with the same story
The change got him too
Together we travel toward the sunshine
Love is a distant memory
As real as iron and as light as air
The beat of the drum is the call of the world
Forward into one chance not taken
