My Favorite Place

Of your mind, your face,

Your panache, your grace,

The crook of your neck

Is my favorite space.

It tastes so true

Striking the root of my base,

That when you’re gone, I feel,

Damn, I really miss that place…

Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?

There’s the great pita,

There’s the great white,

One you eat,

The other eats you,

If you haven’t figured that out,

You’re not too bright.

Swaying

In the gentle breeze
And a soft drizzle,
With smooth polka sunlight
Streaming through the foliage,
You and I,
In a red cocoon,
Entangled in an embrace,
An approving twang rang
As our lips touched.
Thoughts and questions?
What need have we for these?
All is bliss, all is bliss.

Peylooshe [1]

It was the penultimate day,
The day before the end,
When we were all,
Destined to cease.


Then
I caught your eye,
And we were lost
In a cascade
Of hair and arms and backs;
In the joy of being
One.


Sounds drowned
People stood still.
We lived a lifetime
Between heartbeats


In that moment.
Freedom didn’t
Come at a price
You waited for me
In the valley of Death
And I gladly rode to my doom
Into your arms.


The world exploded
Around us
But Mother held us in the
Palm of her hands
The world ended,
But we were quite calm
For together
There is no fear,
Just the warmth of a
Peylooshe.


[1] Peylooshe is defined as a state of being in a permanent, warm, comforting, and loving embrace.

Weather-Shether

My room 
Is completely dark at noon,
Massive storm clouds
In the horizon loom.


Are they what
My mind has wrought?
Controlling the weather?
I think not.


For what reason should I
Want my sun be blot?


The earthy smell
Of the rain.
Washes away a
Very human pain.


Pitter, patter
Pitter, patter
All your shackles,
I’ve come to shatter.


The rain you see
Is really me,
It’s only my arms,
That will set you free.

The Gloom of the TV

In a dark, empty room

There is only

The gloom of the TV.

It is late,

But I write because

Sleep escapes me.

A happy memory and a

Half-filled thought,

Reminds me how

Your face would look,

Bathed in,

The gloom of the TV.

And if you heard me

Say these words,

Your eyebrows would arch,

And your lips curl,

I would melt,

And all would be right.

By The Horns

See me,
Let me see you,
Make the world
In our heads real.


For the time we
Won't have tomorrow,
Make today,
Eternal.

The City Burnt Brightly

Raging towers of inferno

Swirled in an ashen night sky.

Trees looked angry as smoke

Bellowed from their fiery crowns.

Buildings crumbled,

Engulfed in columns of fire.

The billowing ash made the moon

Seem cold, blue, and distant.

Scorched earth and hot sand

Burnt the naked soles of my feet.

The city burnt brightly behind me

As I waited for you at the pier.

Panic swept across

The ordinarily serene harbor.

People ran frantically.

Men and women and children

Families, friends, and lovers

Dashed to the nearest boats

To rescue their

Hopes, dreams, and fantasies.

I waited for you at the pier

With nothing else,

But the memories of us together.

As the boats began to fill,

Mad men threw themselves

Into the murky toxic waters

To swim for the distant shore

I watched in wonder and

Lamented their fall, and

I stood there waiting at the pier,

Wondering where you are.

What lengths we go to escape?

Fight the choking hand

Of Fate and Destiny we might.

But there is no relief

From this mortal coil

If you are not here tonight.

All the ships had sailed away

And I still waited for you at the pier

I stood there alone

As the city burned brightly behind me.

You never came,

But I still waited for you at the pier

Hoping you’ll rescue me,

As the flames danced in closer.

A Fool's Voyage

I will sail my ship

Against the raging sea.

I will steer between

Scylla and Charybdis,

Battle one-eyed demons

And challenge night terrors.

I will fight sea monsters

And seductive sea nymphs.

I will dance with danger

And risk against my instincts.

All to come back to you;

So I can drown,

In your harbor.

Come With Your Sorrows

Come with your sorrows.

Your back hunched

Bearing the weight of this

Dire and wicked world.

Come with your pain.

A contorted face,

So small, dry, and weak,

Tired of the masks you wear.

Come with your jaleb.

A soft ringing laugh

That echoes around,

Long after you purse your lips.

Come as Yourself.

With a pocket of dreams,

And all your misgivings.

I will still be here, always.

Don't Be Afraid of the Dark

I will squeeze your hand
When you are scared.


You will feel my touch
Even when I am not there.


I will stand beside you
But cast no shadow.


Don't be afraid of the dark
I will be your Jesus.


I ask for nothing in return
But your love...