Past to Present to Future

where does that leave me ..
the past escapes my grasp ever so often
appearing, disappearing, before I  can even learn from him
he is the sea breeze in the lungs of trees
he is everything I've ever known ...a real dream

the present stays long enough for me to taste
long enough for me to romance
long enough for m to be vulnerable
but the past ...
the past has danced its way into the present

the future eats at the table of my loving enemies

 these "principals" of time....

..invaluable and in me they have timed my existence, pleasure and pain
in me they have arched rainbows of happiness that are too high in the clouds to see on rainy days

future, present ....past
past..to present to future....

where does that leave me if my past , present and future are floating in the hour glass , passing through the small hole of hope ?
floating in mystery
floating in all that is sultry
floating beautifully...more alive than the effects of itself
more painful than the slashes of it's uncertainty
 I spin in the whirlpool of confusion
distorting my sight for the answers are simply too unclear, too vague to see , to feel, too unreal

what does one do when the soil of the garden has died
or the stars in the sky refuse to show their nakedness

what does one do when the heart refuses to speak and the  veins have started marching to the dawn in the east , in search of a new beat....

sanity poisoned  for plausible answers to the question born exist beyond the borders of reason
trying to escape the principles of time , but only stumbling into those desolate places in search of new release
but is it even possible to  escape time when it's principle spirit lives with you ?
it is impossible to escape that which has become you ....

or have I become the clock on the wall
destined only to declare that which has gone, here and to come?

Predictable Pleasure

move me 

                  place the red sheet over  my face

command my wetness

                  dance me into a corssiant of happiness

think....only of eating me 

                  satisfy thy thirst until the moment resembles forever

crumple the skin on my back like leaves

                   my pleasurable  tease, 

i desire  thee 

                  that grew in the musk of the evening's sensuality 

the vines  on my head you  twist, allow them to interlock in your grip

                  you  are the musician, the author of my operatic convulsions

i take thee not only to thrill me 

                  but to bind me unevenly to all the fingers on your hand

with you i am unpredictable to my own rules 

                  fracture my visions and nurse them on your commitment

construct me by the feet of ecstasy measured by the moans that escape from burning thoughts 

                  fiddle me into a floating reality of the surreal

two step with my lips, control the tempo of their satisfaction

                 and

                       then 

                              disappear .........................

                                              be no more..

                                                                for this 

                                                                            i 

                                                                                am accustomed to.

 

The Cast Away

There is an evolution waiting to be heard
Waiting to be told…

There is an intoxicated wisdom sleeping on the sidewalk
It’s not a vagrant
Just part of the evolution
- A cast away

A cast away with dreams that sleep on the horizon
We anchor him on that lonely island with our uncaring smiles that bring send to his shores of pain more waves of disapproval

The cast away seeks a change as

I watch him as he contemplates the height of his tears

They are building that stand so tall just three inches away from God’s feet

Funny how his tears find god before his silent prayers do

He parts the seas of his teary world… in silence …

One day
He will use your unwelcoming arms as a catalyst to usher in the reign of the revolution

He will preach the evolution

And when he does

The roles of importance will change

By that time

We will become the cast away, sailing on the deep end of ignorance

Soon we will be anchored by our stubbornness and our minds will forever remain stagnant because we refuse to listen when the cast away cried the evolution

The many times he screamed silently for a revolution - for a change and not your "small change"

But on that faithful day when he sings the revolution

It will be a song sung so loud , even by the deaf it will be heard

The words of the cast away can be very powerful

The change starts
By simply .........listening ....