Lemon Filled Doughnut

Rippled tongue lashes around a contradiction.     
Desire feigned and reined into wrenching.
Two worlds mixed to blissed kisses.
Acidic bite and sweetened paradise.
Two worlds have no need for war;
Just peaceful unity of different wholes.




Thanks to Kaelyn for this Saturday's inspiration, "Lemon Filled Doughnut."

Playing the Other Half

Are all the cards in hand and every player a winner?
Should we draw from each deck and shuffle possibilities anew?
Mark each card with hopes and count the pool for sharks.
Back yourself with sunglasses and the courage to call.
Remember there is no "all or nothing" in a passing glance.
Make every eye connection and toss small bets.
Keep the stakes slow and steady.
One hand is not the last. It's still a game.
Don't bet stingy or you never win.
Don't go all in or you will lose.
Just play. Play well. See who plays back.

Tonight

Tonight is a night for a drink
but all the water's gone.
Tonight is for mulling the depths
but the time has vanished.
Tonight is a sweet sigh
but the air departed.
Tonight is for tomorrow
but the night remains.

Everything More

Bring a new city
thoughts and hopes.
Spark the sun
into mornings.
Let old tears
wash you clean.
Grow into the lighthouse
you've always been.
Raise fists to snow
melting from your grasp.
Cleanse the last,
become the first.
Make a new song
for an old love.
Become everything else
and everything more.



Dedicated to Michael as he moves to Colorado. Love you, bro.

Prayered Thought

A prayer consists of hope and trust;
performance records and wisdom.
He is firm in perfection and love
thus we hold fast to His hand.
Assurance is found basking
in His shadow and wing.
Sing bitter sweets in answers
received without knowledge;
fill with life-breathe
seeing His hands guidance.
Muscles grow from aches
and taught discipline.
Hope then in the promise
of love and recompense.

This Week's Facecast

Today's facecast
is scattered showers
with partially cloudy eyes
and winded looks at the horizon.

There's a high pressure system
that just moved out
taking some breaths  away
a low pressure system inhaling reflexively.

Small tremors running through lips,
high humidity sighs,
and a fog of unclear thoughts
are predicted for the rest of the week.

Possible topical storm
forming on the east coast,
shouldn't be dangerous
but it will shake things up.

Next week, however,
is promising silver-lined clouds,
Fall's crisp air,
and sunshine smiles
as we cope
and head into the weekend.

Phoenix

Soft mourning
at the phoenix's flight.
An ashen layer
furrows on a brow.

Scoop a handful
of past preciousness.
Feel the flickering coals
as tears evaporate o'er them.

Watch the grey rain
fall and feed the earth.
Feel the roots
take hold to the new horizon.

P.S. Apology

P.S. Forget I said anything.
I had to write this, right this,
but you don't have a read on it. . .
Don't read back, the attack,
was just from my heart
and I heartly think it won't do you good.

P.S.S.
I'm sorry that my apology
was an apologetic defense
for all the posts I built to keep you out.
It was a sign that I should beware
of the dog days that we found.
So nick nack, patty wack
leave me now alone.

P.S.S.S.
Goodbye, goodnight,
I'm sorry.




Thanks to Matt for this Saturday's inspiration, "P.S. First."

Peace Haikus

Peace breathes silver veils
Moon rests her hair on pastures
Earth brushes her kindly

War is toxic rain
Destroy our own food and drink
Earth will be reset

Wants wage each other
Fight for insistence of ways
Who can be more right?

Owls hum away fine
Robots hum away forests
Someone must win this

Can't rest peacefully
Make all others enemies
Buried rest in peace

Midnight Tavern Crowd

Wander to the tavern
for a few mistakes.
Wander to the tavern
for empty heart aches.

Wish for the well
to fill your thirst.
Wish for the well
to hold your burst.

Slip into the sleep
you've tried to hold.
Slip into the sleep,
forget the cold.

Dead Asleep

Slip sighs into the coffin
to let his hair wave.
Drizzle him with tears
for his first shower in days.
See the relaxed brow
as it distorts his face;
He seems calm
for at a slow pace.
His double sided candles
are loosed from his knuckles;
crispy black tapers
between fingers unbuckled.
He left his life in his schedule;
an autobiography
mixed with his novella
of appointment cacophonies.
His last words
echo in your head;
"I'll be fine," he said,
I'll sleep when I'm dead."

For Sake

For the sake of my sin
I sinned.
For the sake of my lie
I lied.
For the sake of my strength
I bruised.
For the sake of my justice
I tortured.
For the sake of my plan
I destroyed.
For the sake of my victory
I dismembered.
For the sake of my empire
I was lost.

King of Knowledge

I, King of Knowledge,
do hereby decree,
that all new questions
should be asked of old me.
I know both It and All,
they are my offspring, you see,
and their child, Wikipedia,
she learned everything from me.

I can't be bothered with the silly bits
like inspiration and frilly feelings.
These required no education
and have no use in my dealings.
I will use reason to sate
such odd things as pain.
There is nothing so honest
that can't be worked out by brain.

But not everyone wants my rationales
or so it seems to my keen perception.
I get odd looks from each person
who receives my inspection.
I can't quite calculate
why one cheers or one moans,
and in spite of my vast knowledge
I am always found alone.

A Draught of Night

O for a draught of night
and to dream as the sun!
Would a grave be uprooted
I would bask in casket
sleep until morn was rid of mourn.
Let a comforter wash over me
and drench my sore bones
with a night lark's resurrection song!
Coo and woo me with cricket tunes
and a savior to rescue me
from such laborious wear.
Consume me, my bed,
and soak my weariness
into your frame and exhale
the oxygen of my soul!
Let me lay in restoration
from such kindled flame
until coals smile in glow
awaiting the sun's arrival.
Then on sweet chariot
arise my blood to new day
and kiss the sweet moon
for her tender finger's caress.

Serious Play

Serious certainty
makes all the world chuckle.
Perfection's inspection
rolls reels to real splitting sides.
Every smile comes from scrunched
brows and frowned lips.
We bask in the ridiculous
and find our own feet moving.


Thanks to Emily for this Saturday's inspiration, "Gangam Style."

Tender Bartender Tender

The Bartender is a tender tender
who spent his life in other's lives.
He creeks as he flows tales
at the back end of each day.
He sways happily to the bar's soundtrack
in his rocking and rolling chair.
Listeners are plowed as he speaks
their ears to grow sympathy
for daily doses of alcohol.

He was dismembered long ago,
but remembered the pieces
of other's lives and limbs.
He was the sound bored
wouldn't be able to stand.
He peddled stories like lemonade;
helping quench thirst for forgotten humanity.
Now he tends sheep
and keeps them from becoming wolves.

Cruisin'

Hi. My name is a taxi cab that drives you to crazy.
I hope you don't mind me stating confusion
because, after all, I don't have to see anything true.
Sometimes I might even go somewhere,
but progress is leaning back in your seat
and letting the valet pull your bootstraps,
so I try not to get in the way.
Watch me ride coast to coast to couch
to potatoes and whatever stake I can claim.
It'll be a good swim and a bad swallow.
I let others run the meter until I'm long gone.
I never have to stand anything I don't want to.
And if I ever did try to get out, to rip the seat I've worn,
I wouldn't be able to. I can't pay the cost.

Earth's Song to Death

When Death comes knocking,
I will sing a song of different scores.
The trombones will harmonize with zebras.
Rocks will weep and tear drops drum the cello strings.
Trees will sing leaves through violins
and the world will hold tight to pleasant beginnings.
My end will sing stronger
because I will last longer.
Be ready earth;
the curtain raises as it lowers. 

The Sober Drunk

It's sobering to know you're drunk.
That clarity of knowing when you've sunk;
How handy your hand is for bottles;
How the world is still solid despite toddles.

Decongested moment when the future comes
and the hangover is ticking and growing glum.
When sinuses clear and gunk becomes apparent.
When your reddened hands can no longer spare it.

When in weakened knees you refuse assistance;
When you see arrogant folly is the son of resistance.
When an indignant voice raises from being self indicted.
When you grow to know, for the first time, you are addicted.

Laying Truth

Here lies the truth.

We killed it with blinders,
to do list check marks,
over sizing our perceptions
buried it in business.

Here, lies the truth.

We find prophets
who say the future
is ours to command
and form in our likeness.

Hear lies: the truth.

Know the difference
of resistance to truth
and accepting the ease
of fanciful fallacy.

Hash

You bring the meat
and I, the potatoes.
We'll slice each section
until we make one meal.
We'll sling fighting food
through discussed dicers
and watch the melody
as heat rises and falls.
It takes a while
while we work together.
We strive to feed the other
with everything we have.
Knives can slip
but we come to cook not cut.
We gather to the table hungry
with food browned just right.
With sit with our work
and become company.
We're always happy and full
after a good hash.


Dedicated to Lyndsay, because we fight well.

Facing Fire

Sometimes I'm a slapped stick
and the joke's on me,
but I trust in the last and lasting laughter.
Love is weaponized against me,
for anything naked of context seems perverse.
They strip love until it's a fireball
to burn the world in passion without kindness.
The world knows naught but flames
and burns me for arson I did not commit.

What hope is more than forgiveness and justice?
How do I fill needs under siege?
I bend in wearied igloos,
melting alone and cold.
I hold to warm wings over my head
for strength.
He is the Son
written across the sky.

Loose the war and come in justice, O God,
for my body is dusting form such berating.
Let joy be my bones for Your name.
Draw me to Your side and lift me in Your armor,
so that I may burn bright on their stakes.
Dry me of wearied world weight
and let my light return to Flame its love.
Dissolve my heart's ridicule,
cling me to the fuel of my persecution.
Return my mocked body to fearful rest
under Your might.
Rest my soul in Your bosom.
Catch the world anew in true fire;
fill with love and justice;
brimmed with evil's bane
and a Father's forgiveness.
please come and light our home soon.






Thanks to Barbara for this Saturday's inspiration, "Struggling Christian."

Write Right Rite

Write right rite.
Every day and every night.

Thoughts to page
to eyes to soul.
Write can right
the hope turned mold.

Write right rite.
Every day and every night.

Donating blood to paper
is always a positive O.
If they read your write
you help make them whole.

Write right rite.
Every day and every night.

We must
because we need
because we've hurt
because we feed.

Always
write right rite.

Midnight Cookie

There once was a wanderer
who curled his toes o'er every stair.
He glimpsed the moonlit kitchen
and sought the wall switch.
Burst bright hope built
as the porcelain gleamed.
He drifted on desire
uncovering the cold shield.
His heart dropped
as he viewed a void.
Crumbs mocked him
and his baked wants were crumbled.

Humphrey Bogart

Peace Obtained

Joy is the dance
of a heart brimming over.
Winsome is the speech
of a war resolved.
Hopeful is the soldier
who fights with allies well.
Celebration is the language
of hopes mended whole.

Martyrs Joy

When fire is thrown and your ankles singe,
rejoice, for you have stood firm!
When they knock your knees useless,
wonder at the ease of prayer.
When they slit your spine,
revel that His hands have held you upright.
When they wrench your fingers broken,
bask, knowing that the work of your hands cannot save you.
When they prick your lungs to leak,
sing for the small quiet voice that speaks in your stead.
When the axe is planted between your eyes,
praise that the steel that sends you home.

My Sweet Melody

O sweet melody!
Watch her as she wisps her overflow'd heart
to destroy all cantanker'ed moods
and toss them among glowing leaves
and sprout them to good fruit!
For it is these joyed choruses that bring
light back to the reptile's scales
after a winter of famine and woe.
See how Father has curbed her grin
to be a brazen beacon of hope!
O to hold such a wonder in finger's clasp
and to be instilled upon the such a bright foundation!
She is the escape of melancholy
and bane of a sour temperament.
Such fields are sown in the revelry
of her charm and grace.
Listen close to the wind
and glance her from the edge of your eyes
and such glee will join her serenade
from the distraught corners of your soul.
Behold and be held in the grip of merriment
as her music heals bitter entanglements
and prunes away the perjured branches.
Grace grant that I may one day wander
into such a secret of joy,
and thank Grace all the more
for her company in all terrains of life.



For Lyndsay. Because music makes everything better and you are my song.

Technology Abandons

Lightning zips a blink
traveled on a thousand feet.
The world spins under
her laser's traction.

Slower and steady
the his body moves.
Crackling scales scrape
as progress forges through. 

Again again again
the hare races round.
Dust covers even that
which was just born.

Trudging memories
of the rust covered things.
Tortoise pace follows
can't keep his bearing.

Only the hatchlings see
as the future skims by.
They march as their parents
unknowingly left behind.



Thanks to Kerry, Rebecca, Barbara, and Kaelyn for this Saturday's inspiration, youth that don't know about the technology we grew up with.