My Poetry

True poetry lives

deep inside

like deamons

lying in wait

The Stairway Steps

I walk on

the stairway in the sky

where I found myself when I died.

But I wonder, with all these stairs

is it really the stairway

to Heaven?

For Jen

      Jen

    she sits

with the boys

  on the porch

  asking them

      how it

      hangs

    The Stairs

(can be read up or down)

To Heaven

every stair

I count

     swirls

up from endless

curls

and

it twists

flights

of infinate

rise

of blue and white

the stairs

Hidden Precepts

When Minnie laughed

We all smiled

Knowing what she didn't

Knowing what will happen

Go on Minnie,

Laugh and laugh,

In the end

You might not want to.

My Meaning to Life

What is there to celebrate?

The Earth, the wind, the sky.

And what exactly shall I praise

And sing its hymns off tongue?

Could I ever, truly ever

Believe in angels, gods, and saints?

And kowtow down

And cry

And bleed

And suffer infinate pain?

What is there to seek and find?

Or is it myself that's truly lost?

Maybe I'll go to find myself

And be a god as well.

Where on a mountaintop,

I'll stand and yell and scream

Carpe diem, baby love

Go find yourself a dream.

And when the lost come

And ask me for their purpose

I'll smile and simply tell them

That the army wants them.

Amen

  Slitherings

Come with me

to my weeping

willow tree

and let me purge your thoughts

and mind.

I'll slide my hands

up

and down

your body

and

send a shiver

up

your spine.

Into your soul

I'll next posses

to make you

truly

mine.

And

when I am through

you will know,

you'll find

your soul

undressed.

Never to Love

Morning comes and still I run

From the enslaving state called love.

I still feel the warmth of his breath,

his arms,

his chest,

his strong and smooth body contour.

Please leave me be,

For I can not take the company

Of true love and her mate,

misery

The Bullfighting Ring

Crater ring standing high,

cheering faces lining inside.

A thunderous song of ole`

resounds to the stage below,

where two figures make up the display

of a man and a bull.

A chance at valor,

a deadly contest,

a game where one will emerge.

They circle each other,

a graceful dance,

man taunts with his sword,

bull charges toward death.