Starlight Gazing

Starlight gazing while driving home

I wondered

how

ancient sailors

found their way

when the map seemed so much

more

fascinating

than the destination

But isn't that

what wise ones

tell us

about happiness?

It is a journey,

a quest

a striving for all

you can learn

a desire

for the

best

life

can

offer

So I seek you

night after night, in the dark skies

My compass pointing towards you,

the Star

pulling me in

with that beguiling way

you have with the cosmos,

shifting planets out of their orbits

kissing stars

firing up quasars

dancing on Saturn's rings

Trailing after you Haley's comet refuses to wait its allotted 76 years

Hale-Bopp wants to salsa dance with you to mambos, cha-chas, and rumbas

Not quite able to match that rhythm right there in your hips

the sun creates a glorious dawn

and tries to sneak into your window

and steal one of your fabulous kisses.

But I find my way there first, last, and always and

in that universe called your bed we form a constellation that's sensual yin and yang

Endless warm hugs, head nudges, fingers intertwined I lay there with you

mourning the faded stars until

you

open

your

eyes.

And then my dream begins

A walking, breathing, heart-pounding vision

awakens in my arms, and the world

can now spin on its axis,

ocean tides

can wash up on our beaches,

babies can suckle

at their mothers' breasts.

Commerce may start between people

because

There are no more nations because of you

There are no more wars because of you

There are no more borders because of you

There are no more brown, yellow, white, or black people because of you!

Because of you, the Goddess has returned

and those men who would divide us

are filled with something

stronger

than

their

desire

to

possess

Anything

But

Their

Own souls

For they can see Love walk among us

And she is beauty outlined by the trail of butterflies and singing birds
nestling in trees and bushes in the dusk
watching the heavens spin day to night and
the moon rises
as she travels
home
to me!



while I
am
starlight gazing.

Lilies and Stones/Breathless

She loves flowers, he collect rocks
smooth stones really,
with odd shapes and round.

Once having killed the only plants he ever cared for
this is his way of remembering
moments.

The flowers…
they were

African Violets
they grew fat, big, and purple

the green leaves
a reminder of a instinctual song that once faded away

sung quietly with samba rustling along with the story
of the two of them, swaying with the beat

She brought the music back
he was the drum she the melody

Intermittent, moody one moment
Seemingly careless
to his longing in her way
the next

He never knows what she is thinking
she says she doesn’t have the words
to say what she would have to say

Makes him wonder
just how foolish he can
feel…how crazy he has become for love.

Then the next moment is magic
and her glance tells him everything
he could ever wish to know

Soft, easy words float
from her mouth
with the hint of her kiss
the period of every sentence.

Truth, though never absolute,
is felt more than heard
waves of her force echo
long after her last word
vibrates off into infinity.

Are their truths so different?
he muses:

like lilies and stones
gathered in a garden
arranged, zen-like
to create a serenity
they may never know

for more than
a moment…

But the keepsakes
of their moments
rest easy in his heart
arranged by shape, sound
or feelings.

interesting he notes
they seem to be weightless
until he holds them separately

Shifting in a spiral
going up and down
each pass familiar
just with a different

view

Ah, here’s the one
when they first met

talisman of wonder
he carries it in his pocket.

precious, warm, close to his body

And he pictures white
lilies, lots of white lilies
surrounding a single thought
captured but a breath away from her lips

he knows there are many realities,
but this is
the one
where he fully lives.

Too Fucking Smooth

There was a time
when the brother was called a
cat.

Cool, sophisticated, urbane and smooth

with the veiled threat of incomprehensible violence
right there
visible
like ripples of muscle
under smooth skin

Claws retracted within
nimble fingers on quick moving hands
holding cigarettes
or a saxophone

When he slid into a room
quiet almost
undetected

you knew he was there because of the force of his presence

He stood there still, taking in the scene

His vibe like the purring of a satisfied feline
who had just eaten

and been stroked to a level of satisfaction
that other men could not know.

Yeah
the brother used to be called cat

Hep cat, cool cat, bad mutherfucking cat,
cut you in a New York minute you fuck with him cat

Cruising through with

Music

Like Miles, Monk,
Rashan Roland Kirk,
or Coltrane filtering
through , music you can hear but can’t quite identify.

When he walked,
the sound
of his polyrhythmic footfalls
made the sidewalks drums,

made the streets pathways to the bush,

transformed you back to your ancestor self

Standing guard over the village young,
watching closely the tall grass
where you know the hunter animal lies in wait

for the juicy morsels of flesh to wander by.

Cool mutherfukka just stands there,
still

but you can feel
the tension coiled in him
like high tensile steel

You feel the chill in your blood,
the rush of adrenaline

Fight or flight.

And you be glad you got your Chucks on
so you can book at a moments notice

but no,

transfixed you stand there knowing he has better prey.

He feasts on the night

The pulse flows where only he knows, you are clueless

He knows with animal instinct

Slides up to that beauty that all others have found
both irresistible and unapproachable,
utters a short phrase and she looks at him,
regards him with danger and fascination covering her curiosity

and the next thing you know
they are gone into the night

To his lair

Yes, somewhere in the night he feeds himself

And the Cheshire cat grin finds itself on her face in the morning.

Yeah, they used to call the brother ‘Cat’

Never wonder why
now you know.

He was just
too fucking smooth
to be called anything else!

Sweet Words

sweet words
cut like daggers

when you tell me about
good things in your life

I forget all that's good in mine
and wake up to reality again

knowing that all my choices
will end with somebody's pain

better it be all mine now

so sweet words can come back again
between you and me

sweet words
I cannot hear now

without feeling
a hole in my heart

but at least I know
that its beating again

and one day will
be as happy as it can be

as happy as I allow it to be
without you

Haiku Quest

Rain, the gentle dew
Restless spirit seeking peace
Shimmering green grass...

Soft pillow the earth
mother to every nation
stand here in your tribe

Walk among people
spreading peace, where you travel
flower petals fall

Snow like, we dream on
no two alike, all the same
bleeding tears when cut

Can we settle down?
No longer restless, at peace
Brothers and Sisters

e.e.cummings on kisses vs wisdom

since feeling is first
who pays attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelid's flutter which says

we are for each other:then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

Now I dunno about you
but this dude sure hit
that nail hard and square
on the head.

I would trade a whole buncha stuff in my head for real good kisses.

And my blood definitely approves!

Wanting a Poet

You are soft lips
spread into a smile

Dimples crown your cheeks
and I wonder
what
it would be like
to kiss you.

That mouth caresses words
like waves of flames

Sets me off easily,
exploding with images you conjure
with suppleness, quickness, and grace.

I can't imagine your tongue
to be anything less
than pleasure itself.

Then you rock me with that wicked sense you have
of the world,
the way you see my weak attempts to get over on you
with meaningless words
cause you know what my game really is.

You know when I speak truth
and any time I'm not standing here
solid with my shit, is a game I cannot play
without you calling me out,
exposing me for the fool I thought
I got over being long before you were born.

You laugh, roll your eyes and snap a line at your girls
that has them looking at me like I was the
country boy seeing a skyscraper for the first time,
shocked, bewildered, and lost in concrete and asphalt,

hadn't shaken the straw out my hair,
the shit smell out my jeans.

And there you were hitting me with those eyes, those lips,
and that smile

making me grin like an idiot and throwing
my tattered bag over my sholder
and strolling down the street
like a pimp in a bad blaxploitation movie,

Like Huggy Bear bellbottoms were back in style and I
was wearing coveralls and humming John Denver or Neil Diamond songs,
looking just that foolish.

But, you are kind, take my battered ego and say,
"yes, you can sit next to me, maybe ask me out

and maybe even buy me a poem"

Night Kisses

I can still feel them
I don't even have to close my eyes
or breathe in
I can still smell you

feel you playfully kissing me
like a cat licks its milk

still feel the texture of your tongue
better than in my dreams

still feel how much I had to hold back
so you wouldn't know
how much I wanted
to keep going

pleasing you all the way through
reaching as far as I could
into you

like you reach into
me
without even trying

Effortlessly you wander
across my lips
into my mouth

setting off alarms
blazing wet fires

all over

all in
all around
so that
I can still feel them

You can do that again,
you never have to do that again
I don't want to be anything other than pleasure
fun
laughs
games
delight
for you

Pleasure in hearing our voices together
like our kisses

we both know that there are
those things that pull us away
from those sweet moments

ah, so sweet that
I can still feel them

After Dreams

Each morning dawns new,
A lotus,
Some dew,
The fading light of my dreams
and you.

Reluctant Muse

Lost in moments yet to come
you look into her eyes and you can
sense her, feel her, hold her now

in your imagination.

Looking at her you know she is then, you are now
and you cannot possibly know the world she walks in

Fickle dream the future, yet she grasps it firmly
in her gaze.

That is what you say,

looking at her.

You see
and feel with a sound of happy voices and music you
cannot understand.

How can something like that
make you so excited when it tantalizes, just out of reach.

Joyful mirth she teases you with, that sly smile, the ways she melts
you, turns you to her will, just the ways she raises her arms and says

Dance with me!

Hold me.

And you do

Hold her from harm, from the coldness in the world which hasn’t discovered
her just yet, hasn’t found out about her power when she turns to look at it

and the beauty she’ll find or create in it…

You see this in her eyes and find yourself
dizzy from how she makes you feel.

The Space Between the Notes

You are

beauty, soft kisses, warm hands,

music

Long hugs, sweet dreams, pleasure imagined and felt
in my desire,

You are
a promise of love and so much more.

who wouldn't want to taste you, please
you, give their sex, their body, their spirit to you.

Who wouldn't want to
drink your nectar,
smell your fragrance
and keep it lingering
wrapped around their nostrils.

Words that fall from your lips push, pull, promise
beauty, soft kisses, warm hands, and

music

Your mind is a labyrinth of myth and meaning
I pause, listen and watch in awe as it pulses
I gladly rush in
to be offered up, a whole beating heart
sacrificed gladly in that moment

sharing a bit of who

You are

Buddha Say

Think of this fleeting world as:

A star a dawn
a bubble in a stream
a flash of lightening in a summer cloud
a flickering lamp
a phantom and

a dream

(From the Diamond Cutter Sutra)