I'm waiting for you,
Waiting to hear your voice,
I can't help myself,
You take my breath away,
Sweetened by your fresh and lovely way,
Something bigger than myself,
I'm fidgeting and restless,
Feckless and romping,
Unsettled by my impatience,
Chomping at the bit,
Waiting for you love,
Come lean on me,
You've stolen my heart away,
Once again and once again,
Such a welcome summer rain,
Craving to see your precious smile,
Wanting to hold you for a long long while,
Embracing you close in my needy arms,
Cherishing your every heartbeat,
Sharing kisses and each long sigh,
Blessed care and tenderness,
Bliss beside this pure and rushing spring,
Willing this delicious gush,
Praying love's wash will ne'er run dry,
True love lasting a long long while,
Untainted like the wild stars,
All this young love,
Having no beginning,
No manifest end,
That old love,
Venerable it's always been,
Like creative gravity,
Mysterious circular beginnings,
Attracting distant enigmatic love,
Composing an emotional mix,
Clothed and upright now I'm fixed,
Waiting restlessly for your love,
I can't help my reckless self,
Unlike the trite and brazen stars,
Orbs of light burning bright,
Waiting to share blazing love,
Every loveless crazy day,
Every anxious night,
Troubled and tightly wound,
Betwixt frayed and fixed,
All these mixed blessings,
Deciphering your words and body language,
Digesting your cryptic messages,
Confessing my risky notions,
Repressing my arrested emotions,
Investing in recipes about love and devotion,
Every restless night,
Every reckless day,
Out of this precious love mix,
Into material sex and darling light,
What dare I say?
Should caring words bare my ragged soul?
Could tragic love e'er be right?
Would I,
Unearth pure love and sweet heaven,
Should I,
Unabashedly dream tonight,
Could I,
Envision you in Eden's secret garden,
Trending love's divine and heady goal,
I'm waiting for you love,
Praying you might love me too,

What about you?

What about you?

What about you?

War versus Love,
So much in common,
Verses enough,
All that pushing and shoving,
Tears and sweat enough,
All that grunting and moaning,
Screams enough,
All that pain and anguish,
Dreams enough,
All that blood and bleeding,
Life and death enough,
So much bonding,
Curses enough,
Twisted out of shape,
Kissing and gripping life by the nape,
Strangulation comes close at every dawn,
Deep in the placid forest the doe with her fawn,
A love bed with all its trenches and eruptions,
A battlefield glistening with bloodied remains,
So war and love,
Consumed by consumption,
All those corrupt war refrains,
Strained by all that love assumption,
All those commanding bombs and blasts,
All that writhing give and take,
Feral love e'en unto surrender,
Terrible war demands retribution,
All those dead and dying doves of peace and lore,
I wonder if love is a lasting solution,
What could passionate war remake?
How much compassion would love take?
Now the moon hides its face in shame,
Soon the rational sun will refuse to shine again,
Making irrational love and fashionable war,
We simply wake insane.

I'm broken,
Me nobody can fix,
I've lost essential parts,
Me along this meandering way,
Bits left here,
Pieces remain there,
Fragments of love affairs,
Ribbons of discarded cares,
Instruments have torn me apart,
Misaligned but still I'm here,
Me broken and can't be fixed,
But that's neither here nor there,
Either broken love,
Neither broken life,
Me broken man,
Just can't be fixed,
Broken in me broken mix.

Oh Nature!
Oh being alive,
Years and decades behind me now,
Work seems arduous nowadays,
But that's how it happens,
Done with one job,
Moving on to another,
Done with this person,
Clinging to yet another,
Hard work and harder times,
Such remarkable stage fright,
All those rad party anthems,
All those other bad rhymes,
That closing red velvet curtain,
We bow and bend to find,
The audience clapped just to be kind,
We're all alone anyway,
One in the same,
On this midway ride,
Bright lights and brass horns at times,
Layers of trite alleys and ley lines,
Crass slums and general chaos rules,
Pandemonium with its turbulent hum,
Scattering angel dust from rooftops,
Hurrying down perilous sidewalks,
Harried along this precarious journey,
Danger falling from the dicey sky,
Splicing marred and failing body parts,
Proud flesh scarred and pierced and spiked,
Spicy rice curry in a bland land,
Earthquakes wake us from our randy dreams,
Something buried rising out of the bandy earth,
Grasping at our wretched lives,
Washing us into the reckless sea,
Battered with rogue waves,
Dragged under by careless currents,
Pitiful and scourged by Neptune himself,
Waking in the belly of some great whale,
Suffering those raging leviathan atmospheres,
Transitionally aging from this to that,
Forever morphing with our dreadful fears,
Proving we are alive with all our grievous tears,
Searching for meaningful origins,
Seeking phenomenal and marvelous beginnings,
Dreaming exceptional endings,
Remembering fragments filled with momentous light,
All that remarkable illuminated existence,
Something sensible and satiable,
More than pure and simply breathable,
Something surely sustainable,
Not just ponderously insatiable,
But the feckless stars interfere,
Arousing naked reckless you,
Those long shapely legs,
Tip-toeing out of the shadows,
Tap-dancing across the universe,
Pondering other exceptional galaxies,
Reminded of those wondrous Sunday picnics in the park,
Recollecting our grueling holidays with Heil Hitler,
All that drum beating and holy marching,
Tramping unholy political streets,
Old Joe Stalin shadowed by despots like Saddam Hussein,
Warbling savage war tunes o'er shifting desert sands,
Trekking up one cruel dune,
Stumbling down a grueling other,
Those distant rumbling camel trains,
Rumpled like a mirage in the far off distance,
Reciting verse from the Quran,
Reckoning life with other promising quatrains,
Desert rats scrambling,
Rambling past the shifting stars,
Fumbling beneath the burning sun,
Grumbling pachyderms chained,
Slaves forced to work and run,
Relentless scavengers cackling and cawing,
Delighting over every smoking gun,
There's the corpse there's the motive,
Assaulted and broken and bleeding,
Falling down and breaking apart,
Flying to the imaginary moon and back again,
Blinded by poverty and that cursed street-cred pain,
Tasting drops of our own hot blood,
Gagging on bloody mistakes and ready habits,
Learning about life that hard and steady way,
All our daily gambling,
All our sordid vacations with cruddy Caesar and those other rakish Emperors,
So much deadly gambling,
All our morbid vocations,
All that true regret,
Horrid nights with Romeo and Juliet,
What is?
True love and compassionate giving,
So much greed and heady living,
Oh bountiful nature!
Loving and living,
Such glorious stature!
Passionately alive,
Such passionate rapture!

Crying monk tears,
Those strident fluid spears,
Carving a spirited path,
Gouging deep canyons,
Probing ardent deserts,
Shade beneath hydrated banyans.

Deep wells of prophetic dreaming,
Dry sanctums echoing with thirsty screaming,
Emotionally parched and screeching,
Preaching Wadi's seeping discomfort and hurt,
Irreverent stars and reverent planets have plummeted,
Plenitudes of cosmic precipitation,
Prescribing the galactic sum of it,
Concentrating on consecrated Oases,
Blackening serpent tongues,
Slack fronds framing sublime psalms,
Scribed arcane words rhymed in song. 

Record storms of carnal knowledge,
High pressure and lowly sedge,
Restoring divine crowns and sacred mandalas,
Poised freely below an airy ledge,
Craving carnival love,
Bowing to eclectic celestial bodies,
Knowledgeably lowing,
Orbiting an electric sun,
Shooting stars shall see again,
Routing routine evolution,
Debating blazing revolution,
Stating prophetic revelation,
Moot love cleansed by Martian tears and Venus rain.

You used to come and stay,
By and by the moon kissing the sky,
Sweet love a while away,
Such short perfumed visits,
Water washing over callouses and other digits,
All my aroused washboard cares,
Reminding my wounded heart,
Those remnants of long gone love affairs,
Scars and kisses buried deep,
Embracing misses within my earthbound burrow,
Shameless tears and prison bars can't e'er refrain,
Restrain all those nightmare fears,
Explain all that dreadful earthly sorrow.

Scouring floods rush unconstrained,
Empathy surging onto parched earth,
Love sucked up by that desiccated desert,
Kind love sweeping each dry furrow,
Salted tears wash o'er my stolid brow,
Eroding each saline day into a forlorn hole,
Shamelessly revealing my corroded soul.

Treading on barnacles o'er a barefoot shoal,
Wading oceans of burnt out stars,
Infinite grains of sand to count,
Universe reverberating with good vibrations,
Attaining Compassion's deified goal,
Impassioned Creation,
Erupting deep within my sacred soul,
Erudite feasting by a welcome fount,
Blessed companions to Divinity's infinite glory,
So much divine heaven and reticent passion,
Reaching deep into my dry burrow,
Breaching pelagic dreams on this oceanic story,
Bleaching tidal zones with reluctant joy and constant sorrow.

What is this divine goal?
Swift currents in a veering course,
Jet streams determine headstrong steering,
Shearing headlong into a remorseless wind,
Tacking along an unimaginable force,
Hurling magnified profanity,
Hurtling like a reckless cyclone,
Curtly wrecked by those voracious and blind,
Simple kindness arrested along this raging course,
Scourged by steep staccato phrases,
Scouring wicked eighth notes and utter remorse,
Igniting brave octaves plagued by gutter phases,
Screaming seems such staged vanity,
Rich dreams as I'm vainly composing,
Poised for Life's timely insanity.

I Thought I Was Awake

I thought I was awake,
Then the sun spoke,
Spinning me different,
Circumventing love,
Revolving in another orbit again,
Igniting a careless solar wind,
Inviting rare spirit,
A celestial guide through space and time,
My bestial soul navigating exigent seas.

      * * * * *

Bent round the fervent twist again,
Spiraling succinctly,
Instinctive lopsided refrains,
Moiling in this mucking tide again,
Boiling beyond relief again,
Coiled on this daring ride,
Roiling across a dangerous reef again.

     * * * * * 

Outwardly strained again,
Orbiting a blackhole bitch,
Etched and richly naked,
Poised without a single stitch,
Nothing to lose or hide,
Staked out in love's rakish valley,
Isn't stank love rich?
All afire in this rank alley.

           * * * * * * 

All the birds going silent,
Nothing but melancholy wind now,
Reaching across a colourless sky,
Speechless like onerous bleached coral,
Impeached by oneness somehow,
Everything sacred tends to die.

         * * * * * *

Rainbows have disappeared forever,
Elegant nature mirrors winter's ugly face,
Nothing the same anymore,
Love died when the watery moon turned to blood,
Fluid prayers were never heard,
Silent God vanished,
Nary a drip nor a drop,
Nothing pure remaining.

      * * * * * 

Elemental love echoing eternal grieving,
All this tortured heart break,
Sweet dreams forever lost,
Nothing but harried sleep it seems,
Dangling by a strangling knot,
Bemoaning jostling marriage,
Majestic horses and a pumpkin carriage,
What a dreadful abject cost.

     * * * * * *

Hopes drowned in raging streams,
Love lies marred and mangled,
Tangled helplessly by so much tussling,
Clinging desperately to a fussing shore,
Treading mapless paths,
Wand'ring restless haunts,
Accosted by blood curdling taunts,
Abandoning love's dreamiest hopes,
Caterwauling ghosts clearly bossing us around,
Madly stalling muddled battle tanks,
Armouring ourselves against those ghostly army ranks,
Incarnate against this stodgy world,
Safer defusing dodgy bombs,
Than diffusing codger love.

          * * * * * * 

Deceptive war demands receptive wealth,
Warriors beguile love's incited stealth,
Boorish cannibals moil at the castle gate,
Carnivores recoil with but a taste of love's scurrilous fate,
Roiling insatiable beasts tattooed with bloody shame,
Nothing intrepid shall e'er again be the same.

       * * * * * *

Oceans turn too acid,
So many lost and forgotten goldmines,
All those misplaced golden idols,
Such epiphany plastic brings,
Lamenting extinction,
Watching falling eagles,
Appalling pollution burying nature deep,
Beneath our vampire dreams,
A bloodless moon rejects starlit love,
So I'm dancing by myself,
Advancing t'wards love's acidic gulf,
Even Rumpelstiltskin stands quiet,
Mocking and smoking and smoldering with that attitude,
Provoking love in that bandy cold,
Cloaked respect hidden behind bold shadows,
Love moldering in gold digger solitude.

       * * * * * * 

Mount Etna waits impatiently,
Choking nature's serene quietude,
Oceanic Krakatow rumbles,
Grumbling from that sentient latitude,
All these sacred volcanoes,
Waiting for some small rent or shift,
Creating new vents and rifts,
Existence seems a God given gift,
Oblate resistance bubbling only to erupt someday,
Gruff plays of troubled love and nature,
Displayed in yet another rough stature,
Augmented by some other venture,
Diminished by love's galactic platitude.

     * * * * * * 

Continental shelves grinding,
Inclining monumental mountains,
Changing selfish minds,
Rearranged under the talking sky,
Reminded as I walk through these kind north woods,
Mother Nature replenishes with blessed fountains,
All Heaven's majestic kisses and worldly goods,
Magnetic love refined and defined as it should.

    * * * * * * 

Fluid agnostic love,
Racing to the failing ocean,
Braced and never surrendering,
Sending grace with love's devotion,
Blindly ranging into the rending tide,
Engaging fringed love,
Awash on virgin dunes,
Jeweled love dangling,
Tangled in every mangled treetop,
Reticent love caressing scrambled nature,
Pledging a dangerous imprisonment,
Lest a strangled jury consent,
Repenting in solitary confinement,
A cruel court swings and sways,
Arrested ways of wrangling,
Cresting this angling incline,
Recommending love's retirement.

       * * * * * * 

Love executes its victims,
One by one,
Occasionally two by two,
Demanding rich ransom for poor love's hostages,
Nothing opulent shall ever be the same,
Heartbreak will always paint a tempera sky,
Colour the temperate wind,
All that interdimensional temptation,
Cascading through extraterrestrial space,
Carousing through tempestuous time,
Past Winter's Black Holes and Summer's Red Giants,
Nothing burning can remain the same.

     * * * * *

A restitute moon weeps,
Our sun cries for compensation,
Yearning love lies bleeding,
Relinquishing sanity and blame,
Gathering cockeyed religion,
Such a cookie dough world,
Everything eventually shaking and baking,
One last naked supper,
Take eat these raw words,
Shake and bake and toss,
Fishermen and mermaids setting nets,
Love gutted by unrefined recipes,
Such a tasteless loss,
Such detectable mass vanity,
Delectable braised shark glazed with diminished sauce,
Love garnished and tarnished by crass time,
A grim smorgasbord of processions and resident insanity.

        * * * * * * 

Love sails the seven seas,
Islands of remorse remain submerged,
Equatorial Africa begins the rhyming conversation,
Racing through timely paragraphs,
Continental cave dwellers gaze up at tell-tale stars,
Trim pirates embrace love poems,
Grim tragedy sets the bracing course,
Betting on dim dreams,
Upwellings from the deep Atlantic,
Wild Davy Jones laughs at each hurricane's force,
Irreconcilable storms reaching landfall,
Breaching love's inner harbour,
Ripping heartbeats with a category five,
Life gripping these whirlwind invasions,
Panicked love has lost its vision,
Final love lies beached and razed,
Crazed by all these garish storms,
Amazed by love's tarnished kin,
Darling branded on my arm,
Branded love becomes the norm,
Stigmatized by love's varnished skin,
Nothing grand e'er remains the same,
Nothing darling about love's nightmarish game.

        * * * * * *

After every raging flood,
All those dead and drowned,
Recklessly splayed along a ready edge,
Migrating steadily,
Each dredging freshet,
Bordering fledgling savanna,
Feathering into the greedy desert,
Featuring needy love,
Love's thirst stays hidden,
Bunkered beneath shifting sand,
Pools of shrinking liquid love,
Sifted and drifting,
Rivers of dripping love unable to e'er remain the same.

      * * * * * * 

Doomed love,
Such raging winds,
Such an unforgiving sun,
Forever chaffing,
Charring burning hearts,
Scrambling out of crude oily trenches,
Seeking forests and airy heaven,
Speaking of freedom and light,
Shrieking love leaves us buried,
Hurried love steals our blurred hopes,
Obscure dreams purloined away,
Burning retired bridges,
Plans mired in goopy mud,
Stooped love poems,
Stenciled on public benches,
Building love's conspired fences,
Perpetually tired and stalled,
Walled in by conscription,
Marshaled by such limited vision,
Garrisons of love along failing borders,
Love's generals in this corporal universe,
Nursed to death by war's fervent breast,
Yet love and war and all the rest,
Shall ne'er remain the same.

     * * * * * * * 

Still a faint heartbeat,
Dwarfed simply by this feigning,
Demanding bold earthly existence,
Eclipsing this old world,
Fragrant dew falls,
Misting herbal nights,
Stars twinkle o'er this verbal sea,
Jewels shimmer beneath glimmering heaven,
Brimming Eden so ripe and sweet,
As the veiled moon forever swoons,
Trite Nightingales sing,
Greeting the darling moon.

       * * * * * *

Twisting and turning,
Yearning under a resisting moon,
Resting passion out of guarded hearts,
Compassion seems just a heartbeat away,
Yet star sign lover's remain far apart.

      * * * * * *

Rash love washes up on some far-off shore,
Such a placid place,
Perfect Eden and more,
Glistening beneath the blazing sun,
Silent light sacredly recedes again,
Hidden beyond a distant horizon,
Night bidding adieu to respite,
Rightly goodbye to radiance,
God's speed to brilliance.

      * * * * * *

Godhead reaching out,
Breaching Heaven's outer limits,
Preaching love's magic,
Magi haven's in a sentient world,
Ne'erending tragic chaos,
Hurried by this disruptive scheme,
Placid streams abruptly disrupted by perilous falls,
Treacherous rapids and corrupt canyons ahead,
Precarious love bleeds onto the feral landscape,
Oozes out of every wild nook,
Peers out of every untamed cranny.

     * * * * * *

Somehow love has gone blind,
Confused by a galactic haze,
Stars shimmering in some far-off place,
Where love knows no bounds,
Such a placid rounding place,
Beaming faces resounding joy,
Boundless pain ne'er does exist,
Suffer nothing but legend and myth,
So reflected light permeates,
Penetrates rough cracks,
Ensures every insight,
Brightly engineered so nothing e'er remains the same.

         * * * * * *

Dream on evolving Earthlings,
Changlings revolving in a changing light,
Watery birth has conscripted us,
Resigned to this portion of fluid existence,
Sign nothing but crude imagination,
Spectral sight beyond the brooding stars,
Extraterrestrial vision,
Love burned into our hearts,
Reality always rushes in,
Speaking crushing truth,
Expounding primeval happiness,
Primal reeling roiling with eternal compassion,
Weaving relegated empathy with love's passion,
Still fusion and a doomsday bell toll,
Seconds to fuse midnight,
Heaven calling for love's infused reign,
 Cracking the cosmos with a sacred voice,
Graced perusing love's leavening,
Tasteless love grasping at this earthly plane,
What spiritual choice on this runaway train?

     * * * * * *

Either love or die,
Spry love must break these mortal chains,
Perhaps dreams remain merely dreams,
Response to an expanding Rumpelstiltskin,
Commanding all that straw and chaff,
Spinning love into flawless ribbons of gold,
Growing love continually cavorts,
Dancing raw and naked,
Around and unbound,
Bonding with ice and fire,
Love songs echoing through the intrepid night,
A repetitive chorus illuminated by a sacred light.

     * * * * * 

Enchanted troupes of Nightingales,
Pan's love flute singing summer songs,
Nighttime for ever dreaming,
Something only midnight lovers share,
Listening to love songs and poems,
Yet I wake aching,
Forsaken and shaken,
Realizing you're not there.

     * * * * * *

I've been mauled,
Lying sprawled,
Sleeping alone,
Swamped by love's torrid flood,
Choked with horrid crud,
Mud that does not atone,
All these muddied thoughts,
Befuddled and barreling downstream,
Damned where wild dog packs jam,
Lodged with crazed insurgents and dastardly rogues,
Cruelly strewn goods,
Haphazard floods,
Originating far upstream,
Once again we are about to drown,
Swept off our feet,
Losing our uncharted way,
Fumbling half blind,
Stiffened and bumbling,
Adrift in a rife numbing tide,
Alarmed by love's cunning tsunami,
Running away from torrential slush,
Dangerously askew in a horrendous flush,
Catatonic and helpless in this apocalyptic crush.

      * * * * *

Perhaps we shant be torn,
Raked or railed across a ragged reef,
Ripped to bloody bits by loveless sharks,
If crusty love be with us,
Rusty luck might save us,
Light just might find us,
Reminding our lips of sweet kisses,
Whisking us off our tender feet,
Caressing mended thoughts,
Searching for amended love,
Feeling helpless in the trending dark,
Wondering why love leaves us,
Love still believes in peace and doves,
Pacific Gautama uncaged love's Nightingale,
Igniting caged hearts that feel unloved.

     * * * * *

If love would be trusted,
Words should be true,
A compliant sun might shine,
Reminding us love can be kind,
Tempered hearts refined with fire and water,
Memorable moments sparking life into remarkable lives,
Oil and vinegar resolving each solution and every afterthought,
Pillars of salt and caustic ash,
Pressed rashly into our burning wounds,
Harsh dressings for love's tenements so full of pain,
Reverently reshaping us with scattered remnants,
Rattling us because we remain so vain,
Shaking us to our shattered cores,
Knowing we'll someday wake again,
Relating love poems in every pure vein,
Restating love on divinely sparkling shores.

This is the background,

to the background.

Squeezing nonsense,

straining orange juice.

Stirring shaking and making,

myriads of other concocted tonics.

God provides.

Two words.

Compassionate providence.