Zoid of Freaks

Unload these creeps kid.
A smooch longer,
but needed for happy flying.

Orange juice ain't no chicken,
and the peanuts are stale
says Professor Jones.

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,
big thankeroonie
from the scenic landmarks.

I just remembered.
I don't know how to fly.
It seems someone stumbled.

-Can't see anything,
-sun in eyes;
-must talk like this.

Lost

Patterned tears from the darkened sky
clutch longingly against the cold pane.
My reflection lost within it's depths;
blurred by the careless rain.

Wind

The wind is not a disappointed sigh
of the distant creator from above.
The wind is not a whispered prayer,
searching for an undiscovered response.
The wind does not grasp any hair
with it’s greedy grey wandering fingers.
The wind is not a whistled tune
of an angel’s feather lips.
The wind does not howl in despair
across the blanket of the wise aging sky.
The wind does not frolic and gossip
Amongst the restless curious leaves.
The wind is not a warm embrace
Of your deceased love.
The wind is not this poem
filling up the wise pink mind.

The wind is air, in a constant hurry.

Mine.

A Heavy Rung

Self conscious gnomes 

pull down my heavy shades.

Close them loosely,

as the light blanket

of a child's dreams.

Lay back against the pain.

Surreal thumps 

that drastically grasp

the inner gears

of my working being.

Lay patiently.

It will pass.

The heavy footstep

I implant on the nineteenth

rung of the wooden ladder,

causes the step 

to sing with strain.

Such a ladder 

that lays strewn 

across the green dancing grass

that is my other side.

Patience, It shall pass.

Tear Written Notes

I say I love you mother.

No matter what was said.

My friend, my guardian.

Suffering day and night

legs of stiff crutches, pain.

You held me close,

warm bosom carrying my pain.

Love grows deep

like such varicose veins,

implanted in your work worn legs.

I say I love you father.

My laughs, my past.

You gave me the humor,

to dance with lines of art

in unique music.

Kicking around a beat up ball

despite the age bearing on your spine.

You taught me work.

I witnessed the true value

of such life

within the scars 

and hard worn skin

upon your loving hands.

Certain Unwanted Attitudes

Another lie

another fib.

Hold your tongue, maestro

for the authority to present

such a mind has grown weary.

Lacking wisdom is not a 

case of the present.

Hold your tongue, maestro

for the maestro

with no baton has left

his life with an empty hole.

No crutch of the world 

will catch a falling 

at such speed.

Hold your tongue, maestro

for your tongue is much untamed.

Maestros should not speak 

Just listen to the music and reply.

Soon the direct will direct.

Vida

A prison.

A cell.

A bunk.

A straitjacket.

A house.

A bedroom.

A girl.

A life.

Freedom in Jail

What shall you do,

but instill me within a world.

Judgement passes.

It declares no rights

but the right

for my loss of rights,

because in my rights,

I am never right.

Love Guide Me

Hold your breath, seize your words.

I saw the dawn at half past three.

Halt your strut and glance once more,

I found what I've been looking for.

Stand in the distant abyss;

a peeking sight in the moonlight's shine;

have heart, have soul.

The endless howl in the night.

Today you hold the eyes

of your sight within your heart.

Own the love of your heart

within your soul.

What soul you ask?

Listen, it screams.

Reaching for Me

open box

shudder to the non existent wind.

why is it upon me?

grasp my soul away.

reach out from sunlight's

unknown dust glittering 

in the open day.

Day shall I see once more?

As an old poet insanely cried,

nevermore, nevermore.

Hope's Escape

Inconspicuously,

light peeks through

the small shreds,

small peeps

of the weighted dark drapes.

Calm winds whisper

the illusion of hope

while sun's beating rays

paint the day as day.

Leaves sway 

their shy dance

amongst the towers

of such truths,

such rugged wise trees.

Look to the sky

to find hope's wandering lights

peep through the night's

dark and sad blue blanket.

Such twittering lights.