A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream
A dream,
Yet dreamed
So true,
Un-told,
And truth,
Begone!
And brighter days
And darker nights
So cold,
So cold
A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Stoned
Intensely numb
A pen can’t hold
A board can’t tap
A key can’t strike
They’re mine,
They’re mine,
Slim fingers,
Numb,
And winter comes
And winter goes
And light turns shade
And shade kills light
That room,
Sound-proofed,
In satin walls
That fancy skin
Gets bruised,
Deep-scarred
A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream
A dream,
And just a dream,
And while
Still dreamed
So true,
Untold,
And truth,
Begone!
Come lighter days
Come brighter nights
So cold,
So cold
A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Numb,
Fake relaxation,
Rare,
Mid-winter
Dreamless
Night
We traveled
To the Moon,
And back.
We lost our sense
Of time, we
Crashed.
About to land
Still silenced,
Them.
Our darkened words,
So troubled,
Were.
A turn did not
We want to
Take.
The verse,
That shiny song,
That ache.
Forget me not
Big girls don’t
Cry.
Our darkened words,
Still silenced,
Bright.
They found
Their way,
As dust they
Float.
In space
We walked
That winding
Road.
And silenced thoughts
Darkened our
Dreams.
To Sun too close
Should not be
Seen.
Our troubled mind,
Pompeii-style,
Congealed in ashen
Fields.
A third eye dart,
And then you explode,
With magic stars and
Wings.
Come hither
little Argonaut,
Tonight,
We’ll let life
Stream.
Forget me not,
For girls don’t cry,
They chant,
The travel,
Dream.
We’ll do this voyage
Reverse sense,
To Earth
And then,
To lunar
Gleam.
In space
We hummed,
We chanted,
Still.
About to land
We craved to
Sing.
Forget me not
For girls don't
Cry.
The troubled mind
Pompeii
Style.
And silenced thoughts
Darkened our
Dream.
Tonight,
We’ll let life,
Stream.
Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked
About to glisten
With a warm,
Warm,
Light
The ones
About to shed
A cold, cold,
Tear
Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked
Pull down
That cozy blanket,
The one you borrowed,
The one you never
Handed back
It's surely
Soft,
And velvet blue,
And anti-Covid
Veil-wrapped
Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked
Tearfully
Bright
The ones
About to shine
With cold,
Cold,
Might
Do not burn,
Just yet
Nor cry,
Nor
Lick your
Fancy whiskers,
Either,
Unless you are
Stark mask naked,
Your soul,
Undressed,
A warm,
Oh, once so warm,
Warm,
Heart
About to shed
A cold, cold
Tear,
That winter flame,
Ablaze,
Before
Unblinking
Eyes
Partying all night
Posting pictures
Looking fine,
All that smoke
They sell,
All those lies
They tell,
Waste-free cheers
To plastic people
Rap, unprovoked,
Vehemently bored,
Breathing virtual smoke,
Loving this,
Our very plastic planet
All the smoke
They sell,
All those lies
They tell,
Waste-free cheers
To plastic people
Burning muse
White smoke
Posting pictures
Looking fine
Rap, unprovoked,
Vehemently bored,
Take a virtual snort,
Loving this,
Our very plastic planet
And those scarred,
With a bleeding mind,
Those who,
On a starless night,
To the drum
Of a purple heart
Still beat,
Enjoy the rhyme,
The tactile joy
Of free verse velvet
24-Hour Poetic People—
Here’s to a
Healthily deep,
Musically fiery,
Lyrically meaningful
2021
A tree that bends,
Those valiant branches
The tender leaves
Buried with sand
The feet are naked
Painted with ashes
The Sun does tickle
The skin gets tanned
A sea, a myriad
Of water smiles
Those valiant branches
That warming Sun
Summer will one day
Watch us stand,
Courageous swimmers,
With wrinkled hands
Tanning the soul
With fluid breaststrokes
Appeasing chills
That pierce through hearts
A glimpse of Sun
Melodic dart,
A sea, a myriad,
Of water smiles
A tree that bends
A weightless heart
With warming breaststrokes
With outstretched hands
Those valiant branches
Will watch us dance
A sea, a myriad,
Of water smiles
Blue veil over
Velvet skies,
Dark nail varnish
Shadowed eyes
Welcomed
Winding
Silky
Sound
Dark back alley
Drowsing
Sight
Winter solstice
Streamed
Stoned
Husk,
Wanders Alice -
Stage lit dusk
Blue veil
Over
Night sky
Feathered,
Willing,
Husky,
Fight
Dark nail varnish
Fainting smile
Wonder,
Winding,
Feather
Heart
That quirky laugh
These stormy wounds
Such hugging blinds
Those fire-lit
Rooms
A subtle kiss
A virtual hug
Caressing lips
And wordy wombs
That cheeky smile
That hug,
That tear,
That charming
Style,
That undressed
Fear
Them hugging
Blinds
Do love
Do live
Do poems whisper,
Unfound,
Profound
And wounded,
Soulful,
Undressed,
Blind,
A firelit
Room,
A carmine tear,
A warrior’s armor
A victor’s smile.
Wounded,
Undressed,
Soulful,
Profound,
Those hugging
Blinds
Do love,
Do live
Do poems whisper
Unfound,
Profound
Wounded,
Undressed,
A victor’s smile
That firelit
Room
That
Soulful
Sigh
A young poet
Once wrote,
They say
You don’t need
To believe,
They pray
All you have to do
Is weave,
They read
Those words unsaid
Spilled ink verses
Unspoken truths
And silent verses
Following
The ink-poor pen
Commands,
The poet’s
Precocious wisdom
Wrote these lines
Fingers, alas!
Just obeyed
And,
As such verses
Were
Written
Said
Spilled,
On spoiled
Post-it pads,
Recited,
They couldn’t leave,
Or believe,
Neither pray,
For that fallen leaf,
Those words unsaid,
Unspoken truths,
Dry wit,
Lyrical faith,
A poet’s fall,
Written
Said
Spilled
Like fallen leafs,
Whole post-it pad,
All left unread
Poetic license
Bleeding words
And birthing songs,
Wetting skin
With dark red
fashion
Whispered voice,
Solemn,
Caressed,
With subtle notes,
In velvet
Dress
Bleeding words
And birthing songs,
painting skin
With dark red
passion
Masks they wear
Those bleeding words,
Those mystery songs,
Of love,
Unraveled
*Image = sketch by costume designer for Bram Stoker's Dracula (Francis Ford Coppola)*
A Purple Heart
Imperfect skin
Short wavy hair
A fearsome dream
A hippy dress
An old por-trait
Odd beauty Queen
A damning mess
She wants all true
He wants it real
Through shining dark
Sound wisdom, near,
Those whispered words
They almost touch
A tear,
A tongue,
A tell-tale
Fear
Eternal score
And kissing wool
Handwritten note
Old paper jewel
That windstorm child
Crawling through words
Poetic fence
Well-hidden
Sense
Old portrait smile
That soft dark hair
A kissing dream
A sigh,
Caress
A Purple Heart
Old paper skin
A tear sheds
That silent Queen
Combing through words
And soft dark hair
A kiss,
A song,
On dear
Paper
Skin
