Poetry

No Matter Where WE Go …. There WE Are

NO MATTER WHERE WE GO … THERE WE ARE We take us, all of us, wherever we go. All the parts, the sorrows, the triumphs, the warts, the beauty marks, all in. The parts make us whole. And, the holes in the parts yearn to be filled. So, we fill them with stuff, stuffing the…

His Demons

HIS DEMONS In the end, his demons came to reclaim his soul. He never knew me and I only knew him through his words. But I admired his seemingly easy ability to bare his soul, his vulnerabilities, his needs, his desires, his lusts, for the exotic, the unique. To dare to take himself to the…

The COVID Crazies 3

THE COVID CRAZIES 3 My days blend, merge, blur, one into the other.  Tomorrow feels like today. Today feels like last year. I plummet into the ennui, mindlessness, of Netflix streaming a concoction of confections designed to numb my brain and supposedly heal the pain of lacking hugs, kisses, touch, from others not just touching…

The COVID Crazies Too

THE COVID CRAZIES TOO I’ve got the Lock Down, Crack Down, Smack Down, Blues.

The COVID Crazies

THE COVID CRAZIES I am crazy like a loon. I feel my freedom eroding like the banks of a rain swollen river. Yet I have the freedom to be anything I choose, anywhere I choose, and do anything I choose. But the push me, pull me now I can, now I can’t, of these restrictions…

The COVID Blues

The COVID Blues I wear my mask. I wash my hands. I socially distance. I travel only essentially. I should be joyful at being a soldier in a great cause. And, yet I am Blue. I miss: Travel near and far non-essentially, Dropping in on relatives, friends, neighbours, Eating in restaurants with a crowd, Hugging,…

The Beauty I Love

This POST is Rated R – for explicit sexuality and NSFW THE BEAUTY I LOVE The beauty I love calls to me in aromas, scents of musk, wild bitter dandelions. In visions of rosy swollen lips, bitten, laved, worshiped, near and far. You call to me to worship your cunning soul. To bury my probing…

I am drunk

I AM DRUNK I am drunk with the idea of love. She, Aphrodite, inspires, perspires transcribes the very essences of me. I follow, beg to wallow in the very cunning heart of her. Yet, she deigns to allow me entrance, to entrance her very essence. Her womanhood, her cunning heart, her enchanting aroma that calls,…

Meaning Too

MEANING TOO Meaning is as Meaning does. It becomes. It grows. It evokes. Like the pain that behind it is. It flourishes in the corners of the mind like a dark flower at midnight, like a wee seed growing, ever growing into possibilities. It becomes germane like a crystal ever forming. One small grain that…

Meaning

MEANING Meaning is as Meaning does. Purpose is as Purpose does. Or, does Meaning direct Purpose, Or, does Purpose direct Meaning or are they enshrined in a Moebius Strip, ever one leading to the other and back again. I know not. I just know that one can not exist without the other. Existence makes purpose,…