i was imagining the lighthouse
on our East Coast. remembering it
through clouds, past the shady thicket,
above the cliff defaced by the dissident Atlantic;
out of the vegetative sprawl—
cooling mosses & menacing colossi
of agave plants—was your cold ivory
marred by weathering,
unconstrained saline breezes
chewing & bleeding your iron.
i pondered a rebuke.
where are the carers
for this lost gem of hope,
to repay former kindnesses
as time races away with the picture
of your boast, vessels
& vagabonds who'd have fallen
over inauspicious tides
without your sleepless eye?
THE CABIN IN THE WOODS
Deep in the woods on a hot summer’s day,
where light dances through the trees,
slicing the air, a sublime ballet
of light inspired by a breeze.
Sultry, thick, musty, pine-scented air,
sweet ambrosia to my senses.
The trees are my tribe, consistent and safe,
unconstrained by family fences.
This grand oasis within itself
compels Eden’s garden to cry.
On the clearing’s edge, nestled in the brush,
a cabin with a creek nearby.
A makeshift shack, my labor’s reward,
my psyche’s favorite place to be.
When welcome is not where it should be found,
I’ve my paradise made for me.
I.C.E.'s unhinged, unconstrained violence
killed a decent woman called Renée Good
It has evoked hot fury not silence
the fact that she had been misunderstood
Made Good look bad, glibbing he did what he had to do,
You see they’ve been given immunity
What is really sad, is he didn’t have to
Behold an assassin’s creed unity
This is a Force I cannot comprehend
Straight out of the fires of hell
The devil had us fooled, this Force NOT a godsend
Anyone can be taken; none safe from the ‘quota’ which makes my head swell
I look for answers and onto my faith
Yet nothing can fix an agent’s revenge
It’s all very cruel, his unkind heart‘ll force only his own wraith
Why must we be like this, I too look to avenge
Right of protest destroyed by violent emotion, becoming worse
There is no justice for Renée Good, only doubt
As her orphans ride off in a Hearse
Words kind and nice shall not suffice
From the depths of my soul, I shout
Kcuf I.C.E.!
Justice For Renée Nicole Good
1/10/26
Water my love, matrix, mother, sustainer.
Slips easily through my fingers, unconstrained.
It flows softly, all believing and seeing.
A living fountain, so free, and uncontained.
It's the fountainhead, the pulse that feeds the earth.
It's the medium of every breath and birth.
Its touch sustains every essence of our days,
In a flowing hymn that time itself obeys.
Yet when water goes, a watermark remains.
The scar of its absence etched in salt and rust.
A crust of sediment from dark regret stains.
A bitter nit grit that settles into dust.
It's not water's hand, but time's corroding breath,
that brands the world with the memory of death—
Its silent scourge true evidence of decay,
Of what, just pure water could not wash away.
a beautiful cool day enthralling,
flakes gliding, hovering, iridescent,
joyfully kissing lovely magical nature,
outdoors painted, quivering, ragged,
snowy trees unconstrained, vigorous with
Xmas yearning . . . zeal
I dreamed a bird-of paradise arose one starry night.
Beautifully plumed, it floated in mystical moon-light.
I drifted along with it, as delicate as fine lace,
extraordinarily content, unconstrained and graceful.
I am a child with no respect for fear,
so light and unconstrained and never bleak.
I daily play hide and seek with you, dear.
You always crave me, but you never seek.
Open your eyes; you'll find me very near.
Easing the panties down off of a cutie
Provides a good view of her natural beauty
With delicate fabric then out of the way
That play field's clear for that most special play
A stroke and a lick, a tickle and kiss
Will start her along on the way to much bliss
Then she'll look with favor on all of your moves
To head towards getting right into the groove
Unconstrained access to goodies a-plenty
Makes hope spring right up for permissible entry!
I love to give you presents
Let me buy you things
I know your taste in clothing
Necklaces and rings
Nothing too expensive
That's for another time
Right now just little keepsakes
And lots and lots of rhymes
Don't look for any knockoffs
Just tell me what you want
I love to give you presents
You're not the type to vaunt
You have an innate beauty
You're gorgeous on your own
You're natural and candid
But when you dress full blown
You take my breath away from me
You're incredible to observe
Onstage a living dynamo
Contained but full of verve
I'd love to see you unconstrained
To watch you let it out
There's no one else who's quite like you
Of that I have noooo doubt
In the dark sublime
You're the shooting star
Healing grim moments
Like receding glacier
Oh shooting star
You're hope to the stoic
Joy to the despondent
Lighting darkest nights
You're the warm fire
Burning hearts with desire
Shooting shivers in solar systems
Leaving goosebumps in many galaxies
Your fascinations shoot arrows
Straight through hearts
With unconstrained desire
After your beautiful constellation
Oh shooting star
You long to be savored
But only for a moment
You yearn to be devoured
But only by the lucky ones
When you shoot high in the sky
You shift my attention from the stars
Whenever I see you
I make a wish!
CHRONICLR
a romantic
advance
insisted
.discerned
catalogued
unstated
an elegant
treatise
formal
& artificial
intricately
disposed
in
a natural
circumstance
partial
& uncertain
smooth
uniform
& unconstrained
Free to be, free to go
Free to live, free to grow
Free to love, free to learn
Free to yearn, free to earn
Free as a bird, soaring high
In the sky, no boundaries in sight
Unconstrained by the rules of man
Flying on the wings, of the bird
All is well said
To be free is a wondrous thing
To explore the world without a fear
To find joy in the little things
To take a chance, for freedom is near and I feel it here
To be free is to be alive
To live life the way we choose
To find the courage to survive
And to never be bound by any rules which prevent us to strive for a better life
Free to be, free to go
Free to live, free to grow
Free to love, free to learn
Free to yearn, free to earn
pleasure
in
an overflow of feeling
vistas glimpsed
in elements&symbols
dramatic dreams
made real
by
discerning
eyes
natural beauty
sudden
& shaped
from eye to brush
unconstrained picturesque
in sublime raptures
particular places
poetical portraits
with pleasing effects
romantic feelings
beyond
the everyday
Kindred spirits connecting thoughts, meeting in the dark
Counterbalanced personalities
Soulmates telepathically need not to remark
Unconstrained by mere localities
What's I think may just be there for real
Someday I may find out
But in the meantime I do sense
It's there, without a doubt
Dreams
Like paper airplanes floating on the breeze
forever drifting gently to and fro
and guided freely with the greatest ease
whichever way the wistful winds may blow,
our deepest dreams will take us where they please.
Just gliding through the clouds on gossamer wings
and softly floating ‘cross the moonlit sky
like paper airplanes unconstrained by strings,
nocturnal dreams just gently float on high
and bring us visions filled with magic things.
And in the morning as we raise our head
and clear the clouds out of our sleepy eyes,
we will recall the dreams our conscience fed
like paper airplane’s journey of surprise
across the nighttime skies where we were led.
September 1, 2022
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