“WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF RHYME”

Welcome to the world of rhyme- teach the clock of ticking time.

Whiplash in circled mas-, colored wheat field made of grass.

Rippling rain in mound light- sweetness comes within the night.

Van Gogh’s starry night up high- dripping sheared of white to lie.

Wanting her through tall, dark trees- covered brush in kneeling knees.

Dance with fire, night  ablaze- wanting him to touch the waves.

Dark red passion, fits of flame- Zora, he has called her name.

Dark black hair, that fondles waist-, drop of blood that’s his taste.

Moon lash droplets, shadows sigh- kissed her lips to make her cry.

Nymph in silk and angle dust- Zora cried in fits of lust.

An angel shrine king with pain- touch her silkness, play her game.

Laughter in rain forest air- endless whirl without a care.

Tent flaps shaking, canvas wide- feel the wetness, come inside.

Dance in flame, with satin white- sanctify crime in the night.

Sparkle move her fair blue eyes- shatter forth his moral ties.

Drown in mad, moon sky above- kiss her lips and make her love.

Palm branch hangings on the rose- how it ended, no one knows!! …

The Unpredictable 

“SHE…”

It is very incorrigible to describe by name,

Where the fire is without seeing a flame.

She is different for him to understand.

She is in love with the wit, the idea, the feckless man, who stand.

He is so glad to be loved, but unsure of why!

Is it too soon for either of them to try.

Should he be happy, scared, sad?

He is not sure it’s good or it’s bad…

SHE knows what SHE feels and seems set;

But the squirms and continuous to fret!

Does he want her or is he unsure?

Is it love or is it something impure?

Why does SHE seem so at ease?

And he feels like liquid in a deep freeze!

Could it be SHE knows already,

That he normally id pretty steady?

May be SHE is not all that sure right now;

But he seems to feel that he doesn’t know how!

He will tell her all someday;

What he was doing when SHE went away!! …

The Unpredictable 

 

“THOUGHTLESS INSIGHT”

Our lives blue printed in a time

when there was no essence of it

seem simply complex, compounded

by our fear of unknown.

Our lives clearly complexly simple.

We can not decide something that has already been.

It is written that each man must bear his own cross,

that he must by his own hand earn his bread.

As we go, we are not creating our destiny,

just merely fulfilling it…

Be not afraid of anything save for itself,

For without it we would not be human.

Fear not your heart nor what you hide in it,

for it is vital.

It is our heart we must delve into

to find out who we are.

We are all in need of happiness not bought or given,

for it is truly a treasure when it is found.

Within our heart lies the compass we must use

to point on in the direction of our own good fortune!! …

The Unpredictable 

“ENTHRALLED WALTZ

I’m longing for a slow waltz on a sultry, moonless night,

With veranda doors thrown open to the breeze.

With the heavy scent of lilacs and only candle light-

To illuminate the swaying willow trees…

As the sweet music plays a haunting, soft refrain,

And ghostly, white magnolias scent in air.

My blood, it flows so heavy like molasses through my veins,

As dreams take flight where once they could not dare…

In yards of antique satin, my delicate spun lace,

In arms, so strong, I willingly give in-

To the freedom of the music and the thrill of his embrace,

As together we throw caution to the wind…

When the ancient oaks call softly, we waltz beneath their arms,

Trading candle light for mossy, muted hues,

Where shadows dance upon a mist that thickly hides the dawn,

So our shrouded word stays hidden from all views.

Now beckoned by this unseen hand, entrapped within a veil.

Enthralled by notes that dance upon the wind,

Abandoned to destroy where love will never fail.

We waltz into a night that has no end!! …

The Unpredictable

 

 

“ALONE”

ALONE!

Why do I feel so alone? When

The wind, the water moving, flowing, take away the pain!

I hate life…

So much hurt, so much pain, uncaring, no emotions, no fear,

Take me away, I don’t want to feel this way;

I don’t want to hurt, I don’t want to play.

He hurt me so, hurt him back is not the only way to repay,

His sins! Non-belief, unforgiving! How? Why?

ALONE…

Just a feeling, no self esteem…

It’s more than that. It’s always been there.

Deep blackness;

The power, fury, roaring, blustery. anger;

It’s coming out, can’t stop!

ALONE!! …

The Unpredictable 

 

 

“LIGHT UP THE NIGHT”

Firefly, firefly, light up the night.

You song’s but an instant, your life but a blink.

No coffin, no marker, no funeral bells.

So firefly, firefly, light yo the night!! …

The Unpredictable

“STEELY MESHED FINGERS”

A gentle rain comes with steely meshed fingers.

Softly fleeting for mother earth.

A gentle rain comes and brings with it

the silent church;

The singing of a lullaby as it peppers

Briskly upon a root.

Rain comes gently and brings

Dreams for dreamer;

Belief for the unbelievers.

A gentle rain comes and

Makes a child into a man,

The man into a child.

A gentle rain comes with steely meshed fingers;

Fleeting softly for mother earth.

A gentle rain comes to wash, clean the air;

To replenish the soul for the oncoming life,

That is live for the moment now!! …

The Unpredictable

“FOLLOWING FOOTSTEPS”

A lifetime of following footsteps

Some antediluvian

Impossible to decipher!

Old socks forming torturous channnels

Cotton footprints.

A circular tour of my esophagus and duodenum…

A lifetime of fitting what can not be fitted…

Footsteps,

Yours and theirs!! …

The Unpredictable

“WALKING WITH SUN”

The sun breaks through my haze of confusion.

Its layers shining upon me like watchful eyes.

Never let the Grim Reaper blow a cloud’s shadow and bring daybreak,

Unless its figure resembles you.

As I walk with the sun,

Its rays reflects into my everyday life;

Taking a load off the day’s chores.

As the sun’s presence fades,

You have not gone.

You gave me the moon as a night light;

Protecting me from my fears of darkness.

Watching over from my fears as I set to rest,

With memories of you rushing through my head.

Never to forget-

That when I awake,

Your love shines bright!! …

The Unpredictable

“TO RISK”

Life is a risk.

To try it is to risk failure.

To reach out is to risk involvement.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.

To be honest is to risk showing your true self.

To be an individual is to risk standing out.

To learn is to risk wisdom.

The greatest risk is to risk nothing.

For the human with nothing to lose, has nothing to gain!! …

The Unpredictable