this tragic fantasy
where sweet love
once did exist
I'm dressed in black
with all the pain of this
my tragic fantasy
giving me a wicked shove
towards passionate bliss
perhaps when dreams go wrong
when we lose our way
hearts get broken
we don't know what to say
this fantasy of ours
took us down
that rocky road
those fantastic chances
we freely take
hoping to embrace
true passionate love
then one rotten day
when things go
so terribly sour
we find ourselves
mired in those
broken days and hours
perhaps the only thing
I truly need
to somehow do
is pray and hope
that some token day
maybe once again
I might wake
in my fantasy
from dreamy sleep
open tear filled eyes
to see your smiling face
to know romantic love
may be something
we might one day
truly have and keep

             * * *

 

 

I say one thing

then do another

perhaps commonality

this split personality

an angel

speaking in one ear

a devil

whispering in the other

         

            * * *

 

this nuclear winter
these genetic nuclei
so many fanatic dissenters
general unpragmatic politics
fragments pushing buttons
recall that garden of Eden
spring encouraging summer
but war chose this mud zone
fall summoning winter
all these bloody bombs
so many fatal concussions
now humanity is praying
speaking in a morbid tone
I'm distracted now
winter has me in its grip
I'm flabbergasted
every nucleated day now
unsurely witnessing
every sinking ship
we're clearly shaking
deep in some fearsome fantasy
what ever will
we be drinking
when clean water
becomes an ancient myth
this planetary necromancy
visibly we're vexed
socially we've been hexed
over and over again
still we don't see the light
so much digital heroin
coursing through our veins
rigid on this discourse
polarized in this fluid world
still cruelly the planet turns
what fueled course
are we on
shall days ever be
sweet and smooth
will days continue to be
incomplete and morally coarse
horses couldn't pull the world apart
like weakling humans have
maybe it's an alien chromosome
right from the very start
maybe it's some legendary rib
but beauty isn't hereditary
with this sedimentary view
stacking moon and stars
still one cell
divides into two
realizing four billion galaxies
reality and so on
becoming vast universe
solar is what we go on
becoming convertible things
like a protean polar sea
even versatile fish
relate to variables
like feathered sterile birds
whether we roundly see
breathing compound air
sounds becoming oceans
maybe it's this third eye
one can't necessarily be
seeing it's just water
how wrong is nuclear
every cataclysm we fear
this long winter might be
what many of us share
some visionary nightmare
when will God appear
does God ever truly care
when eternal darkness comes
when a modified sea burns
when the ungodly burning sky
is full of oddity and drones
I ponder what magic
shall dare to tragically appear
I wonder what legend
good earth will ever share
everything we ever held
so near and very dear
if it comes to the very end
finally when everything is gone
what will there be
to share or ever defend
what is true love
smothered by real hate
always birthing brother war
truth forever buried
far beneath the gore
along with mother peace
such a confusing maze
some terrible racket
our wretched confusion
about some other horrible attack
we're living in a constant daze
these never ending nightmares
mixed in an eclectic multitude
fixed by defective delusion
so this age of starlight
dejected at this startled stage
by what we abjectly do
we better be good and right
or we'll go mad and blind
there won't be any peace
or joyful love to find
just a vast ghastly cold
shrouded in ghostly darkness
a host of excrement and misery
tokens of immortal genius
once portal black holes
outweigh themselves
what energy can they emit
or is remittance a forgotten physic
some psychic energy could admit
there might still
be committed thought
there could then be
some ratio of fitting light
if some miracle is wrought
racial creation could still be
sought perfect and in reflective sight
spatial emptiness could prevail
should war and hate
be permanently curtailed
reversing this retail us
continuous conflict
marking us down
selling us stale words
still we're buying
into all of this
muss and horrid fuss
this frigid winter stuff
an equilateral equation
of nuclear mistrust
we're thrust into an unreal future
trussed up by so many unknowns
where icy blue
becomes coal black
coal turning blood red
belching toxic smoke
lingering oceans of waste water
back and back and back
to some other trackless beginning
relapse into another ruddy ending
trapped and trending hotter
perhaps formulating
into some other
brutal winter scene
twisted nuclei
storms of irreverent genes
hidden forms of mitochondria
relics in a cave of lost hope
what cost
cellular melancholia
advent in a veil of formula and smoke
so depraved us
engraved by stardust
we behave as swarms of parasites
but where is warmth and insight
so presidential into grave winter
divided by depraved nuclei
perhaps some new physic
mixed in fizzy waters
fixed by dangerous night
finalized by lost purity
at the cost of beneficial right
agonized by such dim light
obscuring resolving vision
still we're evolving
ask but why
we are revolving
while we're never finding
paradisiacal enrichment
still we're unrelenting
on this unenlightened flight

               * * *

 

I've tortured and chained myself
shackled to old memories
I've nurtured all the pain I've felt
though little of that ancient history remains
there is no pantheon or acropolis
just a deep dark crypt
where I went to lay my broken heart
those historic storms
and still this place
where love is torn
and severely ripped
this current time
when love has not spoken
since all love's words
are chained and broken
because my love and I
exist so far apart
love's cold ashes
I keep upon a hidden shelf
encapsulated by age old memories
so bruised and stained
some of love's retrospection
still my beating heart
paused by love's blue reflection
in spite of hopeful love
I can't escape such tortured art
just a dark dank crypt
where I sometimes
go to cry and weep
yet no matter
how hard I try
I know that love
has clipped my wings
I know that love
along with other things
shall never again
let me soar or fly

            * * *

 

this strong vinegar
I am drinking
this acidic life
I am thinking
is a construct
of my unhappiness
my heart is fluttering
some monster's flattery
of life's terrible lies
my eyes are blinking
that keeps me churning
within love's awful guise
that keeps me yearning
in my prison dreams
these stern and worldly
those soulful ties
that keep me learning
which is no surprise
my vinegar tears
dripping from
my burning eyes
streaming over
my cursed lips
keeps me seeking
my private crypt
where despair still sanctions
love's depressing lies

            * * *

 

the fault is mine

I own the pain

of giving up

      

      * * * 

 

all your softness
gentle perfection
love that loftiness
sweet kisses
some blissful inflection
mastered
with that love
collection
still deafening thunder
then torrential rain came
washing torrid love away
bright light was lost
horrid darkness
felt like prison
love's barren starkness
so numb
I felt nothing
but this
miscommunication
failed words
just continue streaming
dreaming about
some lost company
platitudes of derailed thoughts
disastrous exits
existence with every
placard entrance
something from
every direction
so what if
we had stayed
that wasted horse
we beat to death
what if equis
had risen up
broken loose
just run away
yet those
treasonous stars
still held us
we were
soundly blinded
we were
somehow
magically entranced
literally ensconced
that infernal liturgy
locking us in place
perhaps it was terminal
just the blazing sun
finally setting us free
what a crazy mix
so mixed up
so much sighing
crazed and yawning
from the very dawning
displacement
of the human race
contemplate
tying us up
try as it always does
not just a hiccup
more like tsunami
destructive earthquakes
our blazing relationships
razing to burning us down
hurt's caustic ash
scattered
spattered
across contested ground
even life changing floods
recall placid streams
become raging rivers
dashing hopes and dreams
still something
sacred found
once naked love
gave me shivers
needles up and down
love's credential spine
love's kundalini river
such a sensuous snake
venomous love
makes me shiver
poetry that poison spake
made me quake and quiver
something other
life shattering
something invested
regretfully ingested
other than best things
from the zee zee top
what about an x x cross
embossed on a sacred tree
gifts that can't be returned
like your gentle softness
something I wish
I could keep forever
passion
where love is concerned
such gentle perfection
something rich
something clever
love's true reflection
never cheap or misbegotten
memories of dreams
things that can't be forgotten
what we once had
true love it seems
we truly keep
born out of that place
we both once knew
softness in your eyes
beauty
lighting up your face
your daily guise
such gentle perfection
love was truth
a righteous thing
never hidden
no thoughts nor lies
sensuality in that place
love's perfect invention
such special love
where love wants to live
glorious without disguise
if love hasn't been locked away
after all those destructive storms
if somehow we are still alive
without all those
stolen perfect bits
carved out of lives
excised from hearts and souls
perhaps every love story
might end up to be
something more perfect
love that is more complete
kisses we rely on
stars we wish upon
lighting up all those
dark lonely streets
we've sadly walked along
discover some place
that builds on right
special redeeming places
of love and light
but then molten lava
envelopes our hopes
earthquakes haunt us
shaking all our dreams
here stands a pillar of salt
love has become
dried out nature
a desert system
sandy and crystalized
emphasizing chemistry
love's wavy fickleness
perhaps an atom of tenderness
even those raging storms
could decide to halt
then what
should love become
sultry days and chemistry nights
soft caressing kisses
performed with ideal tenderness
addressing consummate love
under love's perfect thumb
if fires of hell
were to burn us up
love would still exist
a perfect softness
forever seeking loftiness
love's sweet soft realm
shall never cease
for true love
will persist
faith and truth
and perfect peace

                 * * *

 

destruction and bombs
corruption has fallen
terrifying fires
finally die down
spilled blood
sadly congeals
mad rivulets of red
soaking into
sacred ground
explosive thought
arose calling
buried beneath
piles of corrosive ash
still peace and solace
morbidly caught up
by formidable lust
trust was
never found
so bloody truth
so well concealed
hidden under
a lying crust
vying beneath
crying oceans
denying blood
hope tries
not to be
misguided and covered
righteousness plastered
against agendas
of greed and war
so much
on this global menu
old scurrilous hatred
slurried into mud
what if
there is
no meaning
what if
there is
no solution
what if
love was
always streaming
what if
joy comes
with resolution
what if
resolute harmony
brightens all
our days and nights
what if happiness
with all its
levels and layers
resolves all
our work and play
letting peace
invite wisdom
create all
reassuring dreams  
safe homes of hope
let love
exist in goodness
hand in hand
answer all
our worldly prayers
let us all
be truly whole
live with peace
both heart and soul
truly as sacred cares
beyond destruction and bombs
creating all those
hopeless vacant stares

             * * *