Reveal

If your situation
Requires hesitation
Then you’re doing it all wrong.

You’ve an obligation
To deface the station
You simply must be strong.

There are hidden races
In their hidden places
Suffering for your meals.

If you’ve got a minute
Then just step right in it
Resist, revolt, reveal.

Your Eyes are an Epic Poem

Your eyes are an epic poem
They tell the world about your grace.
The look upon your face.
Can melt hearts miles away.

Your arms are a warm embrace.
Safety, security, the absence of ill.
They represent how I feel
When I feel them surround me.

Your voice is a silken shroud.
So gentle, flowing like a stream
Sometimes I dream
That voice is soothing me to sleep.

Your love is a saving grace.
I was lost in the wilderness. Then I met you.
What to do
When you meet the perfect girl.

Falling in Love

Falling in love
So easy to do
You don’t even realize
You’re doing it too.

One minute sober
Then high as a kite —
Will you come over
To my place tonight?

We’ll dance in the street
And play until dawn.
With both of us there
Not a thing can go wrong!

Please come with me dear
Though I know we’ve just met
I’ll take you to places
You haven’t been yet.

A Country Divided

A country divided. By culture. By race.
By intelligence, ultimately.
The idiots are unafraid.
And eager to show the world
How little they understand about it.

These times are hard. And it’s going to get harder.
The economy tanked, which anyone with a slight grasp
Of Economics saw coming
With or without the virus.

And people are dying. More every day.
And it will keep increasing until we stop being stubborn
About shutting everything back down.
And putting the right measures in place so that we can reopen.
But we have no one with any real power who understands these are necessities.
God help us. But God isn’t real. Or he doesn’t care if good people die needlessly.
In either case, he’s not worthy of worship.

A Trip

There’s a ringing in my ear
Sound that only I can hear
Resounding like a kettle drum
Growing louder as I numb
Steady on my feet for now
Walls are closing in somehow
Breathing in and breathing out
Kicking in without a doubt
Suddenly I start to run
Escaping now the setting sun
Into seclusion. Into my room.
Set up for the night, assume.
Brain orgasms in my head.
Firing off in blues and reds.
Room is breathing I can feel
Beating heart of Earth is real.

The Gloaming

I sat down to write you a poem
About how much you mean to me
I thought we could meet at the gloaming
And that I could help you to see.

All that you really mean to me.

Sonnet about a Godess

The young, pale moon reminds me of your eyes.
Your lips, my love—the reddest sort of rose.
Your smile transports me to my highest high.
Your silken hair, a river, as it flows.

How do I measure to such loveliness?
I have my wit, my charm but little more.
How do I woo a creature borne of Venus?
When I’m a creature straight from Hell's hot core?

Well, opposites attract or so they say.
So maybe we were meant to be a pair.
I know that I will live to rue the day
If I refuse, with you, my life to share.

So, my love, I present you my heart.

And expose myself thus to Cupid's dart.

Unconventional Sonnet

It strikes me you’re always in tune

W/ the melody filling my heart.

In other words, Girl you can croon.

And I can’t resist such a start.

I’m attracted to women who sing.

It’s a thing I can’t really control.

And if you're a thinker who thinks

Well, that’s just the way to my soul.

Whoa, friend, that’s coming too near!

For I smell the scent of your hair

And all of your curves become clear

The sight of bare skin — oh so fair.

A concert I went to, my first.

A wanting, a needing, a thirst.

The Crown

Beneath the sands of time there lies a crown
A crown alone upon an empty throne.
And on the other throne, alone, I drown.
Awaiting one to make this castle home.

For all alone, I simply cannot bear
The trials of this kingdom and its men.
For others, they are simply unaware
Of stresses placed upon my regal head.

So if you are a maiden of good blood
And of the mind to match myself in wit.
Before the summer roses come to bud.
Come meet me in my castle where I sit.

For you could be the one of whom I dream.
And we could make a real ferocious team.

May is Over

May is over. June has come.
No fuss, no fanfare, no war drum.
Spring to summer — squelching heat.
Dancing in on elven feet.
Lost so many some might say
Death becomes the norm this day.
Dare not let it be as such
These are people loved so much.
Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, Friends.
All beloved ‘til the end.
Crazy times these are these days
And crazy times breed crazy ways.

Van Gogh

I wish I had the courage to paint like Van Gogh.
Short brush strokes all combined to create a splendid image.
The way he depicts stars makes my soul sing.
And trees that seem as much a part of the background as the foreground.
The lonely village with a chapel in a Starry Night was not the view outside
Van Gogh's room at the asylum.
No, it was from memories of his Dutch childhood.
This makes it an unusual addition to the painter's portfolio.
But it's by far my favorite.
And his most popular.
I could stare at it for hours on end.