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When Up I Was Growing

When up I was growing, awed and confused,
sure was not I of which road to choose.
For binary my soul and dellusioned my mind,
I dallied at crossroads and worried not time.
Advised by my parents, mentors and teachers,
and hell and damnation from gospelling preachers.
And I young of youth so impressionable dear,
grasped for their words but availed not my ear.
For swayed by the Devil, so I was told,
of treasures of pleasures of counterfit gold.
Timidly, more boldly, I sought new sensation,
of carnal reality I made preservation.
But conscience was bothered and remorsely did grow,
my feet they did ponder of which way to go.
Temptation too great for me to withstand,
I cried unto GOD to give me a hand.
But His Holy Doctrine is not found in haste,
but abnegate the world with a seedling of faith.
Of frustrating skeptisisim I became apostate
and inclined toward autism and apathetic fate.
Drifting and squinting thru lusts' glaring light,
a glutenous hedonist all day and all night.
Inside of me though I feared what I was doin',
would eventually bring shame sorrow and ruin.
My karma so silent then leaped with a bound,
austere retribution enveloped me round.
So drubbed for my folly and benighted transgression,
my soul it feels cauterized, I caterwaul with compunction.
Penalized and contrite, with diffident circumspect,
with empirical knoiwledge I never shall forget.

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3 Shorties

What is a kiss? To some a false pretension,
but to those who seek the lust of love,
sweet lips adhere affection.


She went her forgetful way,
she parted the heart of me,
the sting of parting yesterday,
doth haunt for all to see.


Inheritance, that gift of diverse sources,
from parents attributed, determines some courses.
DNA and the genes from one to another,
contoured in the lineage of sister and brother.
Death may award too, a charitable present,
untimely to some, to others expectant.

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Yes, Yes, and More Yes

My heart is racing 'neath passionate sheet,
tender embracing, O my sweet!
My lips seek to kiss the heat of your flesh,
i crave ever so much, so come! let us mesh.
Enjoined we do fly unto raptured ceiling,
inspecting the why of our lustful feeling.
Soft probing fingers on alive naked sensation,
tingles and lingers 'till blissful elation.
Yes, yes, in lovers hot mold, and panting amorous,
we top the threshold that pants just before us.
O, the beauties' so grand we pause for awhile,
to view soul in hand each others contented smile.
So fly on! Fly on high my silver tongued dove,
'till gently you sigh in the arms of my love.
Yes in satiation we lay in lingering passionate caress,
'till together we sigh, Yes, Yes, and more...Yes!

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Smiles

I have traveled the earth / for miles and miles
and found things little worth / warm friendly smiles.
Over strange foreign lands / by great lakes and deep seas
always are welcoming hands / with kind smiles to please.
It's the language of the universe / be you brown, black or white
and translates in rhyming verse / in bright day and dark night.
For a smile is sweetly made / of understanding so kind
seeking congenial trade / and can be seen by the blind.
It's an offering of friendship / and most pleasing to own 
for both strangers and kinship / and to grow must be sown.
In the heart it begins/ and can vanquish a fear
with wide happy grins / stretching from ear to ear.
And if all the vast world / were offered to me
not all its' glittering gold / is more precious to see.

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The Pillow of You

I slept with your vision
in dreams last night,
'till glaring incision
of realities daylight
pierced my lonely eyes.

I awoke with a cold
sweat on my brow,
my pillow I hold
and wish that somehow
its' softness was you.

My temperatures' rising
of vain hopeful wish,
thru long days fantasizing
for the grace of your kiss
O could 'ere dreams come true!

Now the night it comes falling
on my lonely head,
once again I go crawling
to my tearstained bed
and the pillow of you.

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A Relation of Opposites

A relation of opposites, this contrary world,
of every creation, even boy and girl.
Things complex or simple, within us without us,
of soft things or hard, be solid or gaseous.
There's positive and negative, that repel and attract,
the left and the right, the front and the back.
To ripen to rotten, things new and things old,
of fire and ice, things hot and things cold.
Things near and things far, of black and of white,
there's long and there's short, of day and of night.
The empty and full, the good and the bad,
inhuman and human, the happy and sad.
There's pessimists and optomists , the no and the yes,
the haves and have-nots, the worst and the best.
In one there are many, of virtue and vise,
of pleasure and pain, offensive and nice.
There's smart and there's dumb, the foolish and the wise,
the weak and the strong, of truth and of lies.
Of likes and dislikes, there's love and there's hate,
there's poverty and wealth, some early some late.
From north unto south, from east unto west,
there's pushing and pulling, of failure and success.
There's death in this life, of the fast and the slow,
we go in we go out, we stop and we go.
Inside-out outside-in, this way or that,
rightside-up upside-down, this round world is flat.
And the end is the beginning, we silently yell,
We go up high or down low, to heaven or hell

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The Amorphous Wanderers

The circumscribed blue, yet painted limitless,
espied familiar trespassers, no... aghast! Invaders,
disturbing the Celestial Kingdom of tranquil poise
with their creeping agitated army 
of incipient, transitory Amorphous Wanderers.
The heavenly arbitrator of the eternal vogue
implored the vagrants to avast the province,
but availed not. For the bulging legions were earless
and multiplied faster than Hydras.
Numbering more than the sands of the ocean,
their commanding eratic chauffeur 
waned, fluxuating fast, slow and desultory.
Impatient discontent 
could be seen amongst the troops.
In turbulent formation they echoed
upon the horizon, rumblings of war. Faintly...
louder, then louder until
the tension burst and 
the inevitable happened; war had been declared
peace was imprisoned!
The inscripted masses were 
unleashed in torrents of chaotic stupor.
Roaring cannons reverberated the heavens
as their salivating lips spit forth
brilliant flashes of fiery destruction
to the innocent in its' path.
The uncontrolled freighting Tempest raged
stronger and stronger. The limitless
minions poured into the battle in
vigorous homicidal ardor, intent
on their goal of their only creation...
death! in saturation. Finally...
millions became thousands, thousands
became hundreds, hundreds
became just a sprinkling few. Peace,
the still  Peace, reigned serenely
with a Rainbow of Calm. And 
that concludes another supreme victory,
engraved upon the waters of
the evaporating cumulous of
the Amorphous Wanderers.

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The Kind of Girl

The kind of girl I would like to see
atop her pedestal looking up to me;
the crown of her glory beneath my chin
so arms of my love can envelope her in.
Her hair so silky like an angels halo
and her sleek graceful neck doth embrace silky flow.
Her ears are as rose petals in delicate form
that listen for the tune of my voice every morn.
Her eyebrows are contoured with wisdom so natural
that reflects her keen mind both genius and sensual.
Her lips are hot sugar that burn when I kiss
yes, burn when I touch and pout when I miss.
Her eyes are as diamonds sparkling with charms
just for me they do shine even more in my arms.
Her soft satin skin so creamy and white
scintillates hot passion in the coolness of night.
By day she beams with affectionate yearning
and patient awaits when from work I'm returning.
She cares for our home and decorates it new
but she has her own time she's not under my shoe.
Yes I am the master but never bark orders
I respect her free nature and private borders.
The adventure of life we share hand in hand
thru happy and sad together we stand.

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Incipient Age

O vigorous incipient age
in a seperate world from the grown,
thou hast no moral cage
nor guilt for thee to bemoan.

So free like birds on the wing
unfettered with reasons of why,
thy song you playfully sing,
so blissful you think not to die.

Then comes growth the enemy to thee
a disease that spreads in thy bones,
and time that makes thee to see
the truth that thou hast not known.

The make-believe world that you play
will linger in the memory of mind,
and fantasies and heroes portrayed
become real in the life that you find.

And later on down that aged road
decisions come crowding your thoughts,
and character begining to show
the virtues and vises you wrought.

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Dark Midnight Slept Alone

Dark midnight slept alone,
then I awoke the same,
as the sad eyed moon shone
upon my naked frame,
as I reached for your impression.

But gone, you flew! and never
cared for the depression
that would come from the sever
of your soft reality,
now faded between the sheets.

Alas! but was it real before
sleep danced upon my eyes?
It seems it was of yore
when I kissed your sweet surprise,
passioned embrace infolded in sweat.

How shadows crumble and flee
between the cracks of time,
and I can nolonger see
except in the memory of mind,
the warmth of your silhoutte.

I remember your faded smile,
what's left for me to hold,
and far tomorrows in numbered pile
will turn my memories cold,
into a frozen dream of you.

But till that cold forgotten day
I'll believe it was all true,
and will continue to replay
that short love 'tween me and you
dried tears in darkened gaze.