Voluptuous curves how I long for thee. Do I not deserve pleasure two or three? The serpent is driving me to you, the forbidden fruit, please don't be conniving ere we say bonne nuit. I have set a table lit a match, and waited. Love for you is no fable o how the … Continue reading Fatal Attraction
Curiously she fluttered in and out of view. An unsuspecting admirer peered from the windowsill. She knew he was there. He hoped selfishly she would enter room. Humbled he watched as she drank from the fountain picturing classy women at horse races. Two months later he noticed a small nest in an … Continue reading Ripples in a Pond
Show me progress, and I'll show you 10,000 smokestacks billowing clouds of smoke polluting air and water. Show me fate, and I'll show you innocent families ruined by addiction, babies crying back of a scalding car parents overdosed in the front. Show me success, and I'll show you hapless degenerates of multicorporate partnerships. … Continue reading Karma has no purgatory
Imagine the waste of space and time when every border is secured by a wall. Two hundred penal colonies, islands of mistrust, where cigarettes trade for phone time on monitored calls. Imagine the waste of human potential when a connection must climb a wall to find its partner. Tears shed and sweat … Continue reading Walls
Thoughts whiz ethereally among radio waves competing. Silent drummers more hum than hiss reminding or distracting? Shackles broken freedom won pause, restart, breathe. Brake the cycle to break the cycle of what? Teary eyes, powerful connections, bright lights, colors, wheels, motion. The kernel of us cultivated communally creates destiny. … Continue reading Esse Humana
Her aura once reserved now surfaces. Sliding between shadows still in darkness, she found purpose. Ivory petals adorn her crystalline eyes - windows to her world. Laughter, strength and beauty call her home - eliminating doubt from all like tension at a comedy show. Like a daisy she opens only at the … Continue reading Flower of the Night
Murmurs at cocktail parties the friend may be, hovering behind forced comraderie. Moments of truth muttered under breaths like daggers in the wind, pierce the veil of uncertainty, condolences, and grins. "Who is he?" "Surely, this man must have a name..." Friends with solitude, he goes by honesty.