Power of Love - Desire

the roundness
of what oceans have carved
sands
wrestling beneath feet
admiring when still

why do these years occur

flew away somewhere far
saw majesty loudness
her governance never waned
beauty extending forever
immortal as the stars

why do these years occur

i am sitting watching darkness
night is failing
so i am thinking
on a bench near a university
wanting

why do these years occur

joy - Power of Love

i had a teacher
who posed this question
not small nor great
but simple

what is joy?

at great lengths
she walked to explain
what so few
in ninth grade
could ever entertain

it is this ultimate
human failure,

everything wonderful
is but a pedestal
reaching in want of joy

Government

there came this darkness
like a black fog across this empire
which seemed to consume
and so it did, the best
and all the rest

for none were with,
it was as if all the earth
had lost its worth

but came talk of distant wealth
where all could profit

they would have to travel
far
and risk very much
for
if they chose to return
without,

breaking this law
would mean instant death

many men chose not this
but instead

chose to be grateful to them
that did

all of these became congressmen

Art of Love - 2012

i have to say
i like Cristina Ricci most
her hair face sleekness and style
did all it could

but  i cannot deny the others
Beckham,
despite the drab
comes all over it
and Jolie
is holy - merry everything
and Charlize
the most beautiful biped
in the universe

all Queens
in a game of cards
trumping everything

Snow Cone

like the snow cone between her thighs
her smile overcame the melting sugar
its multicolored stream
now dressing her legs
overcoming simply
and completely
everything

Hitched - Bent Nails

this roadside is a song
that sings alone
but standing here
near

there is the
lying,
here feeling your breast
hanging as a string
dangling

like paper angels
i am not
leaving you now
nor ever

i feel
all and nothing
is something we made
we were more
much more

than we are
now

but we are still together

having Christmas dinner
at another roadside place

and happy

the American

regarding gun control
i am more centered
than i have ever been
so much so
there is no opinion

are guns smart?
no.

do they assure safety?
no.

are they trouble?
yes.

who do we fear?
freedom.

freedom is a thought
defined by its loss

Christmas Story

it was not a case
of believing
something
did not exist,
it was believing
it did exist
and she became


a substance in my mind
straining molecules
into atoms

if god thought this,

why are we wondering
Christmas trees
sugar plums and fairies,
tales of stories
making snow feel warm

Art of Love - Chemistry

how does one equate
volume
with owing one something
to knowing
they know nothing

for volume fails
to equate
per person,
that certain elements
dissipate
then disappear

into other elements
forming different compounds
confounding the order
of life

and that is the definition of Love

Denver

try to book a flight
Now
to Denver,
you will never ...


it was the first time
i ever ate crab
stuffed to be exact
it was
a masterpiece

my parents passing through
took a little time to dine
and we devoured
in
downtown Denver
only to stop and think
and so it was


so many years would pass
before i would see
and begin to be

here again

everything i heard before

this time with Her

came so far ago
no one would ever know
the will to go

 anywhere

She went everywhere
and loved all

life could not be more perfect

more perfect than before
our life was then

Nature of the Republic

i know poets
dream of ridiculous
things
look at them
hovering alone
an Ethernet of fiber

optics
that control everything,
poets thinking of nothing
is all Plato
would say

to make you
believe
there is nothing
to believe
what governments say

which is what Plato
would say

in a virtuous way
about truth

Art of Love - Love Eternal

if i were to describe
a perfect union
it would not be of nations
but of peoples

something improbable

something desirable
so unattainable

something unfathomable

Love exists

but what is it
beyond irrational

i will undress her
with my eyes
in fact i have,
before i saw her naked

and i still undress her with my eyes

standing impossble
something that does exist

she is the reason for everything
everything that will exist

and all that does not

Alcatraz

her only question
this young girl could profess
'are you dancing?'

i took pause
something not heard for so long

dancing?
through life
lucky and left alone

i know i am

flowers grow always
around here
a perfect life

my emerald city,
Toto at my side
giving silent advice

but here alone
i am
resting on thrones

asking one question
'am i dancing?'

dreaming of love
across from luxuries
lustering light

harboring thoughts
this woman
she beckons it

here
alone i stand
facing my end

asking one question
'did i dance?'

Power of Love -- Preserves

mornings where
her body lie strewn as honey
across warm shredded wheat
its softness sweet
a taste
unlike any

other

Valerie, Becky
anyone and another

they were many
but not enough

all strewn as honey
across warm shredded wheat

pleasant perversions
Valerie, Becky
anyone and another

Art of Love -- Perfect Repetition

this curse of  loves
is with
those who know
desire,
this desperate want

such lust of taste devours saints
and departs this world
a bit topless,
spinning on her axis
she turns a top
a perfect work

thank the god
the one eternal,
beauty born
and born again,
for all that has gone wrong
somehow,

has made us
work

The Myth

with all the famine
disease and death
in this world
it is this ultimate
arrogance to believe
you made a difference

this human cry
of song
its verse being lost forever

somewhere in your marbled
distance

remembrance
is its engraved inference

knawing through this wall
of cardboard silence

Cost

the past few mornings
clang
like a banging bell
awakening startles complacence
and my soul sees
truth
its endless disgrace keeps waking

and i know what love does
its power overcomes
all of us

but then
often disgraces
shadowing our glory

to be everything is impossible
to be anything is not

to be virtuous
demands its infinite
and just amount of consent

give onto Caesar
everything again

Great Rule

i would say a legal prostitute
is one who does not remove her clothes
but exercises serious control

Two and Tow

do you know
the difference
between two
and tow

it is the distance
of the 'w' from
the 't'

otherwise
they are alike

except for the
ooh and oh

Art of Love -- Marriage

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i would say if i were to write
for the normalcy of Matrimony
there is little
i could say
that is normal

simply
because,
or sanctimoniously

She,,
is a different day

it is war from day one.
Space is My prime
and be certain to define
what Space is ...

it is My prime

to the 'non-astronaut'
who is now
your better half
and commander-in-chief


She
will land you
somewhere
but nowhere near Mars

or Venus

G Spot

gee,
what a spot we are in
our central intelligence
cannot keep a secret
simply
because of a tiff
between two women

Saturday

the football game began
for the reason we were here

waiting, we both
kept looking

there,
sits this lady in a dress
red silk and wavy
raven haired wrinkled fancy
down her naked back

staring
straight ahead

looking at some sports bar screen

tooled to
only caring because
she thought
he thought it good

she kept looking back,
perhaps her gaze was for her friends

or maybe for whom she felt
was behind her


whatever the case
i am not sure
it was impossible
not to notice
everything about her

while losing attention for all else

Waffle House

biscuits and gravy, these are always good

it took so long to get here
i forgot why i loved Her,

you know someone kills you
when the first time they look at you
something grows

i watch her
while i am reminded
seven is up

Midnight Zapper

i sat listening to endless buzz
explosive pops
my neighbor's blue
spark arcing

not a green toy
instead
an all-night zapper

i wondered the point
of killing endless
bugs and bugs
many of whom were allies
in an endless fearless fight
against infest

but no.
the zapper slaughtered without relent

my next door neighbor
enjoyed -
not even home -
her thought,
often ended in her bathtub

we might intermingle in intimate ways
i spent hours and gallons killing day
imagining her

no friend existed
and
here is no second chance,
she merely lured her victim
and killed
like a common murderer,
a black widow

befriending
with a kiss
leaving with a wave

Art of Love - Status Quo

i'm not always
gonna say what
you like
i'm not
gonna even look like
what you like

but i will never lose you

because life,
its long and large web
will always hold us

with the idea
we are different
more
than everyone before
us

Government Benefit

Well, we elected a do-nothing
president
again
along with a do-nothing congress
again
and we can expect
nothing
again

sure
Supreme non-sense
changes
with presidents
but laws are written by congress
and broken
by presidents
who should not have been

when the great leave
the poor and unfortunate
remain
inspite of all their ritual
propaganda,
the rich and powerful
never lose
what a poor man gains

Mayan Principle II

this lady
of New Orleans
a pole dancer swinging around me
clearly Da Vinci on a pole
but Pretty
she makes me dream of insanity
this art flying above me,
wanting to be happy
she
can not last
no more than the butterfly
but she stays here
happily
and i am sad to see
her
but love each second i do

i pray she never goes
and pray and pray

but she slips away
far from me
far far away

Her

inhale.

i think about war,
the endless
never goes
anywhere

the one with her
breaking itself into love-making
chocolate brownies
and champagne there

i think about war,
the endless
never goes
anywhere

i think about love
and desire, but pause for breath,
because
we never were

and then i exhale

down a street a beggar goes
dancing
in a place i feel amazed

to be

and then i
inhale.

and think about war,
the endless
never goes
anywhere

Upper Class

i sat absorbed in my friends
all dining outside of Kris' Steak House
on a city mall
a picture i did not take
but totally own

drinking wine i did not notice
the young man's rant
behind me on a bike

'You livin high, you upper class ass!'

i was too obsessed with myself
to know he was there

never heard a word
until long after my friends spoke

a steak so perfect
expensively
delicious

after three bottles
of cellar Merlot

this i remember

Halloween

this is what we are when the masks come off

1 x 0

i liked the way it sounded

even when i didn’t say it

i liked the way it felt

even when i didn’t feel it

i wanted what i felt

i touched what i wanted

caressing her softly

i liked what she was

even when she

didn’t feel what i felt

my blatant desire for her

could not be kept

and so expressed again and again

i still feel somewhere

she felt

Art of Love - Lobster Girl

three men approached
hungry each they chose to eat

The young man selected lobster
tail. Pointing with his index
'that one there' he indicated
his choice to his female
market attendent. She responded
smiling
'you know what goes great
with lobster?'

the younger man paused
almost stammering confusion
responding 'No'. She snapped
back 'Wrong Answer!'

now more distorted
than before
the youngest man left
walking from light
to dark
looking back
watching her disappear

Paying Attention

the storm blew through
sound breaker barriers
across my roof of trees
and multiple gutters,
the storm blew through
and then came rain
sticking leaves to sandy tar
and clogging every drain


but this was fall
and
the storm blew through
with it came much,
good
we should feel
god bless us all

we need a harvest
and
the storm blew through


praise his rain
and the sun it follows

what gave this
was generous indeed
watch the crops
they were dying
now grow

Under a Rock

a tale of truth
it hides everywhere
even its ugly
is there

i look under rocks
and here it squirms
but i ignore

instead i choose to enjoy
its odd diversity

charity

unaware of me
there is a love of spirit
unique to its own
the envy of all

is truth

platitudes - how tall are you?

if you desire to impress
do not set your bar so far
others might miss

while walking through time
stop to notice your footprint
no one else will

often we cloud our judgement
right and wrong
with what is preferred

never lie
it is better never to answer
than to do wrong

bullies are cowards
looking to prove they aren't
hit hard and hurt

the pain will feel good

Art of Love - Time Travel

i began walking
thinking out possibilities
considerations of time,
mechanisms that cooperate
something man and woman
simply stay confused about

what kind of deal is this
one we ourselves compose
where in the end we suffer
equally
to not agree
seems free but really,
nothing is

sometimes on Saturday
i concentrate on her
but Sunday comes with eggs and beans
sometimes bacon
and i forget

Art of Love - Captivation

multiple powers of thought lie deep
within the cavern known as woman,
a shallow bearing holding the crux of man
seems to have us

Sin

i love lobster

but i am feeling bad about this
because
lobsters feel,
they experience stress
know and sense their environment

sad to know
they live as long as humans

assuming
they are not eaten
first by us

i am feeling evil
because
i love lobster

today i learned
humans became
human
because they consumed
meat


once
long ago

i am feeling evil
because
i love lobster

Stir Fry

onto the hot-plate they go
those varieties
vegetables
and a little oil

much like peoples
all mixed together kind of make
a recipe

on a pan it sizzles
add some spice
mix some onion
peppers, mushrooms, and cruciferous
vegetation

add a steak

and we have Republican Democracy
just waiting to be chopped
sampled and tasted

and savor they will
their victory
dismissing ...

waving you goodbye
i remain sad
once great
now 'Not'
you stand confused, disrupt
not strong not great

You are not what We came for
rather an illusive Star
shot from a firework

that shone briefly
but no more

Market Day - Buying the Wrong Way

i,
as so many have pledged
their souls to faith,
believe it leads to god

the others have
descended
their religion
to believe in wrong

it is this
our rumble
more than government,
but very little more
we fear

death is what religion brings
as does life

because saving eternal 'life'
seems more eternal
than saving life

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Some thoughts -- ovidd

Cubed

today i built a box
a perfect cube
side cubed equals volume

but i never thought of that
more i thought why
would anyone build
anything
sitting alone and flat

this six-sided frame sat
for hours waiting

a moment
a monument
just one where i get more,
more than all the hesitating
all its presenting presenting

all it's nothing

a kind of hello darling
goodbye.

but for the days and weeks
spent building on this box
maybe someday
i will become a carpenter

Puff of Smoke

it is not i think
of being here
it is i dream of here
living in this dream
is where i care to be
forever
wondering what is next
is not anything
i am
is be been
afraid of everthing
being,
before you
there existed
black holes,
one exploded
and you came forth

we might as well
be forever
which only exists
as long as we last

Source Code

i have to admit
teenage tendencies

arise at times,
such as Hercules
where everyone's name
was a variation
of spagetti

because it was Italy
after its Trojan
tragedy,
and then
everything became Greek
until now

Love 1 -- Art of Love

your art remains
it overcomes the wine, and the night is late
but i am here listening to you hoping we can meet
again
once more

my heart
thumps well past mid-nght
and i cannot forget her face,
i leave my compound searching in disgrace
chasing madly into space

alone love is thought
not worth its dust

Machines

we were great because we did build
conceive, create everything, everything
came from you and me
then machines came forth
taking over every thought
destroying free-thinking souls
by management
of every single defiant control

individualism that springs
is not a disease
but a merit

exceptional-ism derives from its desire
to comprehend
the
evolution of an unfortunate mistake
made by the other one
and
as long as you pretend this is no concern
you are the other one

fall colors

basking in our cocoons
we swing as pendulums
moving forward then back
turning time into fall

Remembering Nothing

it's amazing the memory loss we have with age, to forget the fraud and fallacy of the last age, the one of greed and waste, the one leading us into two wars because of one man. let us not forget we have not won anything - not now, not ever, because we are fighting for nothing

Copper-Clad - the Right percent

Remulins tout
their only emblem
a senile demented old man
governor from the pathetic land
of _fornication
who had an old witch
for a wife
and a child
that rejected everything
the old fool did
because he was not right

they validate themselves
the jesters they are
by concocting percentages
based under premised fallacies,
not even a dishonest lawyer
would dare believe

but they pound and compound
confounding their own misguided wrong
to the point of belief
in a kingdom of crowns

conviction in fantasies -
confusion arguing itself into standing
alone
in the middle of quicksand

where they scream
'entitlement be damned!'
as ankles sink
deeper into sand
grasp they will to hang
onto their nothing,

faith
under something
a mysterious guise -
'we all can win, because we are Right'
all coated copper-clad to the Right percent
and others less fortunate are little more than wrong
standing naked in streets
with cups outreached
to all those with one hundred million more
then their god
all wise and good
will ever let them keep

this illusive evasive
tail we seek
is the fool we are

Harvest

today was like a day of fall
one that can be good or bad

one where a friend is lost

the pumpkin smiles
but not for me
i walk past haystacks
of harvesting
i long for something lost
to an enemy
who has come and now is gone

taking again
something near to me
one
more than good

one who led me
to the cave of muses

One Quantum

take a look at my new quantum inflator
prototype
i will need it along with my flux capacitor
(yet to be developed)
to get the hell away from here
in my time machine

Smiles

when i think of you
your face
makes me smile

The Vision - Goggles

i have nothing to write tonight,
but i will waste your time
with what i did ...

i cooked stir-fry for the first time
she claimed it to be superb
and she is the queen of all Asia

but this diversion has nothing
to do with anything

i went to market today
to buy materials to build binoculors
no, goggles
but they were not just ordinary goggles,

no, they were much more than
something as simple as that!

they were of leather and brass
with windows of glass
strapped around the head,
they were remarkable replicas
of timeless perfection

and when i wear them
everything will be more perfect
than god ...