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Loves Window

Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like

I remember long ago


Love used to have big bright colors 

lightening bugs would soar through the night sky
with dancing white beams that glowed in the dark 

four leaf clovers would spring from green pines of grass 
but would ever elude being found and plucked 
by those wanting a taste of its Irish good luck

floral beach balls and pink rubber kick balls were the center of summers delight 

camp fire girls adorned navy blue vests and strutted proudly holding red white and blue flags down main street on Memorial Day 

lazy polka dot burnt orange black lady bugs 
would sleep under the sun 
waiting to be scooped up 

each child hoping to find the lady 
with the most dots
to win the game
 
cotton candy colored May Day dances held in the public-school yard always on the hottest and sunniest day of the year 

each student excited about dressing up in colorful garbs from different cultures around the world

Love was innocent then...


Love had the best aromas too
 
tide detergent, vanilla extract 
talcum powder, wonder bread 
sweet potato pie 
hot dogs on toasted rolls at the public pool 
Chanel #5 on Church Sundays 
lots of Chanel #5


Love had the most wonderful sounds
 
the rustle of fall leaves under your feet 
the crunch of plastic sofa covers at grandma’s house
sitting on the porch listening to night crickets on dad’s lap 

Maybe love is actually still here
Waiting for us to love her back
She has not been treated well lately

I hope that she will give us all another chance

And come back soon

Hopefully this time 

She will stay

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I Lifted Up

from suffering and pain
that is piped into veins
by the organ-less master
who relentlessly plays

from a congested gutter
of fake themes
hiding in deception
and callous clutter

from distaste of the old
the sick the poor and uninvited

from the self-imposed
silent deaf and short-sighted

I rise
as a bed of plume feathers
carry me gently towards
an untainted treasure

klimt gold ash pours over my body
soothing the distress I allowed to infest

I stroll along the mountains aurora
feet sinking into a bed of stardust flora
gazing out at mankind

a dull drum beat of the blinding matrix
trudging in sync to a contrived greatness

oblivious to the thundering roar 
of perishing seas

animals lie floating
in warm global soaking

smoldering sun with rusted rays
shivers in the sky
with disheartened malaise

the illusion is breaking
a decision is undertaking

a red beaked sparrow beckons me
to look off into the darkening blue

a great tempest is coming
and long overdue

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She

she was a beautiful and rare wildflower
peaceful and delicate 
but with vibrant untamed hues

she had a blaze
that no one could grasp or contain
so she confined her truth in solitude

she often felt lost and consumed
by the bleak shattered illusion 
of the world around her

it was too distressing a place
to settle her sensitive stem

it would smother her oxygen
and sift her energy into
depths of darkness

when her heart flooded
with loneliness and fear

she would lock her walls
fold her life
and paint her windows black

the beauty
anchored deep within her heart
would begin to fade

when she could no longer
find the path
back to her source of strength

she would sit in hush
waiting for any like one

to come

to water

no one ever did

when the pain became unbearable
she descended into madness

no longer questioning,
no longer reasoning

but content to
not be
until
there was no more

she sat in silent playgrounds
listening to children laughing

she enjoyed the indulgence
of a soft encounter with hope

she watched as the 
final crumpled leaf
hung from its tree
dangling alone

waiting for the last hale
of winters icy sigh

she was the swimmer who intently
dove into oceans of sand

her heart weighed heavy 
with exhaustion

burdened by the 
ceaseless meaningless,
struggle of life

to which she 
could not understand

she felt resigned
that life existed
and when over,

one could walk gently away
with no hesitation
or need to stay

but she was that rare wildflower

she had danced to the whims of the wind
and had weathered its torrential storms

the fire within her refused to relent
and she found resilience
to rise back into the light

each breath became a privilege
she returned as moments in gratitude

her journey became her solace
and it was there she found her truth

she was reminded that
emptiness in life floats into butter-colored warmth
because it needs to heal

sadness in life is the addiction
of re-living anything
that ever made one's heart soar

perfection in life bows in gratitude
to complete imperfection

and imperfection in life

is the essence
of hope
at birth
rising

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Child Scream Out

despair hangs heavy 
in the air these days
 
but the only path
is through they say

an intruder in the midst
blowing his cold still drip 
into the ivy

teardrops overwhelm tilted ice trays
gently gathering each
hoping for a catch and release

a heavy hand presenting an uncertain voice
faint in the distance
pestering its presence
 
time slowing its pace
but not in charge
of winning the race

a family stands fixed inside time
  
a child cries out
a sister screams


as it marches through cells
demanding to conquer
every hope not yet dreamed
 
pouring rain, pouring down
pouring through shattered veins
showering in bitter pieces of pain
 
expose the last evidence of pride
clusters of hair
falling

    falling

sunken eyes
tear deep through the heart

and break even at places
that had been glued steel shut

lost innocence

now

fixed on fear and mistrust

poured the injustice
of the fall from Eden

wavering and perplexed

dangling from
an uncommitted  tree

knowing now

life will try you

over and over

and over again

to extreme 
without a chance
to compose in between
 
a soft voice
delivered to my soul

is this all there is?
 
a mother sobs
 
how do you explain
darkness to sunlight
 
faith is a lottery
the acceptance to believe
that someone will win

but..

someone..

will lose.
 
how to make sense
is the dream that you choose
 
the show just beginning
the fight of her life
 
a mother prays
not fair
this is not fair
 
she deserves
hope that awakens the light
  
The only way..
 
to survive this..
 
beloved
 
Is
 
To
 
Scream!
 
At all which tries
to shake your strength
 
At the Universe
for allowing the light
to dare blink when you rise
 
Scream!
Until the mountains shift
and buffer the clouds
 
Until the wind retreats
and calms the storm within
 
Scream!
Until you pierce
the edges of eternity 
evolving majestic
wings of flight

Until you douse your fire
into hell itself
 
Until it relents to your will
and makes peace
with the blaze of your spirit
  
Scream!
To awaken a miracle from its slumber
and guide its presence
into the abyss smothering your soul
  
Scream!
To Un-cage
The Outraged
Warrior Within!

   
Child
Scream Out!
  
Child
Scream Out!
 
Child Scream Out!!
 
 
Dedicated to my courageous beloved niece....Alicia 

                    April 23, 1985 - March 13, 2019 
                   "Your glorious spirit is set free"

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Sandpaper and Phantom Rainbows

When I saw him last, 
He wore grey bananas on his feet 
He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth 
Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head 
How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose 
You have been back he said with a twirl of a red gem 
Yellow kittens for my pleasure, 
Only one black dog
Keep roaring up the hill, don’t stop 
Take the bottom off the wheel
You won’t need it soon 
You are on your way down 
The pink parade will catch your fall 
Dolphins everywhere 
Even under my old brown coat

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Grandpa

Grandpa

a kind face
 
skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun
 
long jowls like a basset hounds
 
sad droplet eyes
 
always a slight aroma of beer
 
brown wrinkled callous palms
 
dirt-stained fingernails were evidence of an old man’s toil
 
a blue plaid shirt now ashen from wear 

a tall man
 
always unshaven with scrapes of gray hair that would scratch you un-mercifully if he asked for a hug
 
he walked with shoulders hung and bowed over as if broken
 
that of a man who had known the burdens of inequality all his life

the kindness in his eyes reflected a graceful acceptance of his fate
 
his tears masked a rage and unforgiveness for the destiny of his children
 
late afternoons he would sit out yonder under a huge black gum tree
 
a blackened wood briar pipe a pack of red man chewing tobacco and a can of snuff beside him
 
one jaw always popped out as the tobacco had to sit just long enough before it was time to spit
 
he would sit in that shaded spot for hours on end
 
up till sunset most days
 
always staring intently at something out there
 
was it memories from his past
 
or perhaps the dreams of a past that someone stole
 
eventually, grandma would call out to him
 
Henry where you be?
 
he would always reply
 
after awhile
 
I’m just there…
 
I never understood what that meant before
 
Until now

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Powder Blue Box

the injustice of
the powder blue box
standing proudly
on the corner of
fifty-seventh and fifth

A symbol of division
extending the partition
between wealth and
everyone else

back around the way
the old shabby
half shingled house

was home to the
second hand charlie brown
size thirteen shoes

worn by
the size thirteen girl

sitting on the second
stair stoop

when she was just thirteen

no one heard her scream
no one saw her run
and hide in shame

under the rough wool
of poverty that had never
comforted or warmed her

her playgrounds were
clotheslines for volleyball
and cracked tarred side streets
for hopscotch

forced to scratch and climb each day
up through that
crammed and crowded pit

fighting to reach the light before
the trap was sealed shut on the door

there’s a quota, you see

only some will be allowed
a chance to be free

everyone knew
most will not make it through

the others doomed
to return and make do

forced to accept
false narratives and
live by corrupted rules

but just remember

the megaphone
fed down into the abyss
is an acoustic indoctrination
and it never ceases to play

 “two plus two
 equals four”

a deliberate
echo to trance
the suffocated poor

yet one percent
know the real truth

two plus two
equals anything
you want it to

entrenched in power
they refuse to let go
protecting the system
they must maintain 
the status quo

so she stands in line
to make the climb
determined to reach
the top in time

she knows her freedom
is just beyond that light

as she hears the trap door
slam behind

she feels the warmth
of destiny on her face

knowing that countless others
are left behind

trapped in a sinkhole
of poverty and oppression

in a mental cage 
that denies their rights

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Heavy Splendor

so there I was hanging out
between the door jam 
in between the 
crack and sunlight 
hoping to grow like the skinny weed
trying to break free of the concrete
to be better for whoever 
or worse
but lost that diamond ring actually now
pushing daisies back up 
to the sixth floor window somewhere 
between the street below and hell if I know
I had carried that mountain for you 
wrapped in a big ole lazy bow 
and waded for you in heavy splendor 
until that day you came home 
carrying that poem
and said that I should 
plant my own flowers
because you had found 
another rose

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To the Prodigal Child

If I could deliver myself to you 
on a silver blanket
that is prancing upon a lofty cloud 
with wine and cheese and all that you please
and NYC nights and summer lights
 
that will be my gift

If I could comfort the pain 
that stretches through your thoughts
and holds your hands heavy 
to your head
 
that will be my wish

If you lack the guidance and strength
in sheer loneliness 
to make right decisions
my strength and any wisdom 
that I have encountered
 
will be your wings of flight

The moment that you face inequity 
injustice
raw hatred 
of what I created you to be

I will be your warrior

If at the moment of sheer question 
of our Universe
of our God
overwhelms your very being
Unable to take any more

Lie still

I will go in your place

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I

I move like mercury 

bobbing lightly


just under
 
the surface 

of thought


I am the breeze 

that caresses 

the white-washed

linen curtain


whispering belief

that it can fly


I pacify the inevitable 

until it relents 

to the crack 

of a new dawn


I kiss time until 

the moments pass, 

and embrace still


I am the space

between the end 

and remembrance 

of what is


I linger softly 

just under 

the moons glow

 
watching


I amuse my maker 


as I taunt 

between 

love and hate


I am the breath 

of the awakening


just at the moment 

of revelation


radiant colors descend 

and soothe slowly


washing judgment 

into 

rainbows of purity


I am the whisper 
of hope

the promise of 
possibility

in the endless 
existence
of infinite space