breathing not with gulls but air,
I gasp when I wake from nightmares,
I wish my heart gave up as sleeping
the wraiths will snatch my death.
There's ground dust to bare,
and the memories won't dare,
not with my living memories
and cancellation of the fleet.
What talents snatch as the flair
sleeps on one side of the despair
and angels flew away
and you lost the will to weeping
and the rabbit hole is not so deep
as angst buries the once of dreams,
Its cruel to give and take my fields
that are in this old house so sealed,
My father and his cheap burial...
Ends on a piano note of I wish
he would say something to quarrel
I see his disgust in his expressions.
tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79
pulled back on the book i was reading
as if its yawn was bigger
than the one i had borrowed from you
only an hour earlier
we both laughed
remembering the days when you
touched one elbow
to the other behind your back
and challenged me
knowing it would never happen
it was raining when you left
then looked back, tilting your umbrella
like a military salute
after a wave and blown kiss from me
i pulled on the front and back covers
of my book
touching one to the other
as if they were elbows
meeting behind my back
the taxi pulled from the curb
before i could show how my book
and you
could do what i dreamed of
between pages 78 and 79
tuesday morning.
~tolbert~
You know the difference of right and wrong
You know deep down, in that world you don’t belong
You really need to open your eyes
Coz where you’re heading ain’t no surprise
To the dizzy heights you have risen
Where the outcome is usually death or prison
Let me whisper to you sis and bro
Coz there’s something you should know
If in the firing line and someone’s taking aim
You should know, from where the bullets came
Look around you and start to realise
Some who call you friend are telling lies
Don’t let those influences corrupt
Their voices negative and so abrupt
You can see what you want to see
You can be what you want to be
You’re at a crossroads with a lot to lose
So it’s time to decide which life to choose
baby on the way
snow drifts up to house spouting
warm hospital bed
The core of basic freedoms
Is the freedom to transact
This underpins the other rights
In the Magna Carta pact
The crux is private property
To use, or hold, or trade
Our time, our land, our energy
Our work - our fortune made
King John was forced to sign it
Holding tyrants to account
So that we can all stand free
With our liberty paramount
Why, in all our nations dear
Have freedoms flown away?
Due process rashly flung aside
As prisoners, we must pay
Now Bitcoin rises to sustain
Our freedom to transact
A bastion of private property
No matter how oft attacked
So steady - up and onward
For our freedoms, stand exact
At the root of other freedoms
Lies the freedom to transact
Aaah my love let your lacey
Lingerie Linger lastly slipping
Below your womanly waist with
Wanting me to erase your
Longing gaze. I love that look!
Like lips let laughter loose as I
Consume you choose to be in
My ecstasy. How can I refuse
This erotic space! Right next to
Me. I see your face. Baby your
Electricity is more than what
You say. You're bad Mrs. Me.
Sweetheart baby! You've been
Had, I have you where I want
You. Here Everlast.
Let your breath go submit to
Me yeah baby! This chase is
Erasing spaces between you
And me to much fevor to
Believe. I love this maddening
Trip especially when you
Scream! More exciting so
Inviting. Secession stop me
Please Dolly! Holler loudly
Why try to cry, it only turns to
Pleasure excellently contrive
My need! No strain or pain.
Lay back and know I'm always
Here waiting for the ecstasy
Flow. Yeaaah I know I know
I know I know DELILAH!!
Baby Dolly please! Dolly!!
Dolcezza II
So have I loved, my heart is nearly broke,
The ordinary world hath lost its scope.
The seeded garden briars and weeds do choke,
To hold your hand in mine, my only hope.
You've sown my heart with beauty and with deeds
Of gentleness, of lady-courage rare,
And yet, what stalks have sprouted bend like reeds
And all my words, like branches, are stripped bare.
My love hurts you, no matter how I try,
And you must flee it like a coming storm
I send you rain, but you see fierce snows fly,
And you must run from them unto the warm.
It made no difference! I intended well,
But well-intentions cannot terrors quell.
The airplane had been missing since 1944.
We were shocked to see the phantom soar.
It unexpectedly appeared on a summer’s day.
Flying at us between clouds orange, pink and gray.
With the grass so green
And the sky so blue
And the air so clean
With all that is new
It’s hard to believe
How it all started;
Worlds were conceived
And seas were parted.
It’s the little things
That we always see;
The joy it all brings
That sets our hearts free.
Is Earth all alone
In a place so vast,
With so much unknown
And a hidden past?
There is much to find
In the stars above.
We need open minds
And a lot of love.
Someday, we will know
How we came to be.
Then we can let go
And really be free.
Moving 'Round Midnight'
Before Miles and Miles of Trane
Thelonious Monk
Playing the white and black keys
Preparing food for the soul
A tree's branch with leaves,
extending somewhere wards:-,
a cuckoo and shade.
Shocking consciousness out of stupor
To get to divine realms upper!
Immersing ourselves in both pleasure & pain
Rotating sensations with nonchalant disdain
Dwelling not upon any one extreme
Flowing through sensations as in a dream
In stillness sanguine
We determine
The centre between the two!
Therein abide and self renew
This practice takes the aid of sensory organs we treasure
Rotating, recognising & resting at midpoint of pain & pleasure
Where does the sensation arise
Having arisen, how does it rise
Having risen, how does it subside
Having subsided, where does it hide
So is it then, the complex made easy?
Which layer of hue makes us light & breezy?
06-October-2020
summer storm
upon the horizon
lightning strikes
raindrops
on the windshield
flash flood
thunder
above the clouds
drum solo
furniture made of
cardboard boxes
enhanced with
tablecloths and towels
it was all i could afford
i ate rice with corn niblets
holding out till payday
i made do with what i had
worked hard for all i earned
and i was proud
it was my first apartment
i was young
things would get better
it was spring
and good times
around the corner
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 27, 2019
an instantaneous impression
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