i know why i sit here
before this blank canvas
amidst the arena of his scattered paints
those lines now barely visible
soon explode into colors
scapes where i escape
that is why i sit here
staring at the canvas
here is the silence
here is where the wordless artist reveals
what is not there, is
here i am left with my simple needs
to sit and grasp, understand
what is, is
what is not, is not
and today i cannot remember
just exactly where in the dictionary
i left that word
this is why God created the artist
to remove writes block from poets
who lives next door
but do not tell them that
artists believe a picture is worth
a thousand words or more
any poet will tell you this is nonsense
i came here looking for one word
and i found it here
in the silence with the artist
Playa Hermosa 91
for Dennis Kling who is the only artist, i know of with an airhorn marked with "PoetAlert"
The Wait.
Kling after kling
Chain After chains
I can feel the unseen
rope tighten around my neck.
I swallow and wait
Waiting for my turn.
Waiting To be sold.
I can feel my stomach tighten
of Hunger and Pain.
My throat dried of thirst.
Waiting for my turn
Waiting beside my brothers
Waiting to be sold.
Is this how my ancestors feeled?
Helplessness, emptiness and Anger
as I wait.
Waiting to be sold.
Why? Oh Why?
Closing my eyes and hoping
for it to be a lie.
A lie
For its too unreal
For I am to be sold
Into slavery
In the 21st century.
May the Wait
Kill me
As the betrayal is
Too much to bear.
Betrayed by my Landsmann
Betrayed by my Homeland
Betrayed by the world
As they watch with
their eyes open, as i wait.
Waiting to be sold
In the 21st Century .
Love is all around
Love can be found
Love is for the masses
Love can kling
Onto the small things
Love is the last piece of cake
Love is the water that shimmers the lake
Love is the sweat that lovers make
Love is a white sentinel drake
Love is opaque
Love is the candle cake your mother baked
Love is the Art
Of taking part
Love is perfection
Love is direction
Love is connection
Love is all
And all is love
Love is summer warming rays
Love is how we me mend our ways
Love is better days
Love is not a phase
Or decorative glaze
Love is childish whims at play
Love is never having to say
Im not in love
Love is the way
Love is the smile
Love is happy
Love is the reason love exists
Love is a drug
Love , Loving
Never give up on love
Never stop loving
Just love
Love, Loving
Yes, the Mighty FlyShip Enter-Eyes,
It's five year mission,
To harrass picnics, kitchen trash pails,
and search for intelligent dung
in the universe.
Freddy, our famed Fly-Friend,
has joined Captain Quark,
and the other Fly-Men
To Fly Fly way above the Fly Sky,
In search of the aforementioned crap.
But Captain Quark used all his wits,
To keep them out of a Klingon trap.
See, Cause Klingons got their names,
From a fly trap incident in their fly games.
They coated a juicy looking planet of
dung,
With see through fly-paper from their sun
And when a Fly Ship did try to land
They found they had to "kling-On"
to the fly-paper strand.
Never to be free
For other Fly-Worlds to see.
This time he Fly-Beamed
Freddy down,
That poor doomed Fly-Clown.
They saw Freddy never-more.
"Stuck-up", he was for sure!!