Forever Young

Forever young - forever fun; forever naive; forever believe

Or...enjoy the growth of crinkles; the grey; the bodies' dismay

What comes after youth?

The teacher off truth -

and then?

Wisdom grows

and then

You just calmly and cooly know.

Feel

I feel myself as if I have been exiled to here from some transient time

This time is covered in gold jewelry and elegant robes; surrounded by jaguars, strolling...friendly

The jaguars stride sings; tells me of all I have become

I just have to watch her stroll

Watch her cat-like reflexes dance and amaze me

I am entranced

Sometimes

Sometimes I can still feel that thickness between us; a tangible fog or mist of love or lust or connectivity or LONGING

It is a solid form of air

A sexual cloud in a heavenly sky of our bodies; skin on skin

My fingers caress this memory

Before things went bad

My fingertips are sad

My memory is a black n white photo of face next to face and an almost last kiss

I'm no longer mad

just missed

See Through

I was once thanked for my transparency.

Because I am alone I let all in...let all see.

Afraid? not me

Grandmother

I taste like my grandmother.

How can I taste in my mouth - like my grandmother?

The one who's still here

Who's coloring; exactly, I have

Who's beauty and talents I possess

Who I'm so not like

Who I'm so just like

I will remember her in my mirror

Think

He shaved me down to nothing

I remembered the magic of makeup

of how a shaved head represents emotional distress

often a punishment for prisoners of so many kinds

I have to change

From beyond the grave

loss of dignity

I don't think so

A Woman's Suffering

There is beauty in the explemplified beyond amplified suffering of the female.

An order of God. A common thread is females'; we are bound with it - because of male.

Tears every other day; blood comes once a month and betrayal remains constant.

We are stronger. Scars on our hearts feel everything so convincingly numbed by the yang. We feel taunt.

Lose ourselves in a wild forest of trees. Returning to Mother earth is our only release for all we shake and flaunt.

Anonymous

Anonymity; to be unknown speaker or witness of beauty, truth or lies.

Public couldn't find you with some hired spies

You sign your name - meaning no one.

In that mark - equals a part of everyone.

To love an anonymous poet...

Fake

Why wouldn't I with the gift in my eye?

So much sass mixed with so much class

People seeing' through me like looking' glass?

I'm simply smiling' at my new ass

People think I'm lofty, but I love the sunlight mixed with grass

I've got a grey climate; so I'm creating one.

Find me on the hammock under my fake sun.

Human Condition

Pleasure and pain

We've outgrown you see

Only to be; captive to her bonds not quite knowing where we belong

I seek my song, my magic seed to plant my happiness I suppose;

Oh damn, where's the fuckin' watering' hose?

Without that liquid it will surely scorch

Unless by becoming the sunlight's property - we return as one, to the source

Rippling Water

Circles motivating purity

Lends a helping hand to my immaturity

Observation is my teacher

Crystal waters as my preacher

I walk away; what do I take?

My candles' wish smoke rising from my next birthday cake

Aliens

How could I know - not to turn into a freak show?

You taste and love and do not know

You are a confusing wonder, ya know?

I often watch you and ponder why that doesn't do to you what it did to me.

I am who I am; know only what I know

An alcoholic I be.

Do

Tear drop of dew slides off my pale rose petal

Do you think our hearts are made of metal?

Melt into me; thrust; kill me now

Oh, I forgot, you're just a pal

But that hold and look

I got you on tha hook