Long Memorizing Poems

My eyes couldn’t help 
But wander 
And smile at every passing inch 

Aimlessly following the walls 
And your voice 
Throughout the house you lay your head at night 

It was cozy 
Decorated delicately 
In memories...

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If we invested more educational mentoring time
sharing our own mixed-use and neglectful abuse
poetic wisdom stories,
and less time memorizing exegetical LeftBrain histories,
we might more cooperatively learn to live healthier together
and to internally die less, apart.

An under-exploited...

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At sixteen
People's Bible Church
sent me from rural Michigan farm lands
to Moody Bible Institute
in siren-screaming Chicago

Church fathers assumed,
despite curious evidence to the contrary,
that I was a StraightWhiteMale
born-again
wanna be choir director

Because I could sing with gospel appeal
and...

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"You are a part of me
I do not yet know"
claims interdependent Valarie Kaur

And I wonder,
Is she speaking to me?
Or rhetorically asking any stranger
except me,
already known
because I feel her same unitarian way
already grown

Ego/Eco-centering balanced
symmetrically integral
as a...

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I remember…

The little girl words falling from my lips,
In whispers and whimpers, coloring
Light in misty feelings, flowing like the gentle
Music, rhythmic, pulsing – revealing
Where sincerity shakes the hand of serenity,
Bringing dreams to the heart of...

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An aching sun falls, hesitant
Against the hills who tremble with autumn
Leaves, both gentle and fanatical,
Dancing to the melodies of truth, erasing
All of summer’s golden muse…

Twirling through the moments, peaceful
Ever changing, exchanging fresh green
For the hopefulness...

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Who or What are these People?

There across the sea is something on top of the steeple?
It looks like people? But with a different neck? Should I pet or let my bird peck at it? I...

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Headstrong, with an ageless broken heart,
I erased the memories of childhood,
And painted them back in frail colors, blushing pinks,
Pastels like jewels fading from my trembling fingers,
Imagining a dream where there had only been fantasies,
Brilliant fantasies...

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In the elliptical nights moonshine of night, a figure of lavender
And aged white lace, roams amongst the rocky sea shore, a 
Glittering phantom of beauty most fair, walking with an essence
Of smoldering evil and the...

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Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving
Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness
Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s
Perfection of the female soul of sisterhood!
White doves fluttering at the...

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- continued from Part 1 -


and Feel Your Form and Supple Figure
Blessed With Such Restful Grace
… and Flow Into Your Being
Like Embraced Ocean Waves

I Wanted To Send You Words
Of How Deeply I Care
I’m Sending Words...

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As I sit during the aftermath of my physics test, another failure, no doubt
I begin to reconsider my existence, my place on this earth
Was I meant to be an obedient slave? Indentured to the restrains...

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The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell,
A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of
Energy called the spirit board.
Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane
Of existence, for the ethereal...

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A mind inquisitive will find
while looking out upon the world
that myriads of whys unwind
from raveled webs in queries whirled
by skies above and realms below.
There’s always more than we can know.

If contemplating mysteries
of life’s existence here...

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When did I learn to walk?
The awkward stance,
a toddler’s uncertain step,
stumbling, falling, 
getting up again until
rhythm of feet and
balance work in sequence, 
was that when I learned
to walk? No.

When did I learn to walk?
Kindergarten marches,
a...

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There is nothing left of life
 that death cannot resolve,
 times velocity spins on stolen lips
 and minute pieces of adamantine
 pierce the edge of soles
 worn with pain 

---- 

Right here,
 Where night and...

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(none fiction)

This rainy day reminding me of a childhood memory
Me and my sister and cousins loved to play in the rain.
We would filled up our buckets 1 to 6.
In the backyard in our caribbean island...

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solemn thoughts
meanderings
wandering over the night
stars glistening
on seas of ebony
nocturnal whispers, reflections
in moonlight inklings
stars hesitant
to glow, where the past peels back
layers of discord
naked,
scars boldly weeping
remembering…

darkness is a color
faded, distant
almost a prayer
for the moment before
the heart’s snow
falls,...

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I had heard about a ...
    a writer's group  ... in my city
      where a writer could recite their poem or short story
   ...

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Racism,
and sexism
and violent capitalism
are as American
and as bad for you
and your kids
as pre-millennial rotten and burned-out apple pie-sellers

And ProMatriotic learning 
and living 
and health loving 
post-millennial WinWin co-operators
against LoseLose
racism
and sexism
and violent capitalism
as AntiAmerican
as burning-out 
and...

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There's a beat to the pulse beneath the skin,
how I stride through these corridors
with measured paces, memorizing the contours of muscles and bones,
carving roads into my head
as I inscribe them on the pages of a...

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As I lie restless in bed at night, I reflect on the best times in my life.
I pick one particular part, the part when i dated Ashley.
I reflect and I feel the shape of her...

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Canada Jays

Four seasons ‘round Canada jays are found,
Perched in tree branches, safe and sound;
Resting after flying throughout the North,
In the Canadian boreal forests.
Heard and not seen unless it’s their intention,
To disturb the silence, making known...

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The Writer

Inspired by darkness he writes only at night;
Studying stanzas—seducing spellchecks
With the stroke of a pen he is anyone or anything
His great works are subjected to sabotage—prone to plagiarism
His ideas far exceed his lifespan
He will...

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There’s a light in your eyes… (3)
There’s a shimmering light 
I’m gazing dreamily at your sparkling eyes
I can taste a smile creeping in…it’s such a surprise
I’m staring longingly at your glistening eyes
I can feel a...

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