Disappear

Fall to the bottom of the hourglass;

The first grain wedded to the ending of time

Or the leaves on the Poplar Ash;

Die to self, be revived to the rhythm and rhyme

To the silence of all, that of one hand clapping 

I'd await the applause, but am known to be napping

Daydreaming in slumber during the changing of season

The spin of the globe, and the embers of reason

Simply sink in the ocean's depth;

Catching wave after wave, sensing sand in my steps 

Each drift, every dive, until shortness of breath

Whisked away by the wake's most angelic caress 

Just to float in the breeze;

Carried as sediment through the valleys of tree

Then to drift towards the stars,

Out beyond all measure of the near or the far

To be fully at ease, like a soldiers sentiment

Raise a toast, say a speech;

Ladies and gentlemen 

Towards the mountains and cliffs,

Casted into the sea 

Take a bow, sow a seed,

For the finally free.

Pennies in Pocket

Fitting in or standing out

Tired of the looks fixating on flesh

Big hips, lips, and pump shoes

I won't sugar coat it

As far as I've forseen

Venom pumps through the blood stream

Yet it's thanks and praise 

We tend to discard the days 

Like old pizza boxes

For a splendid new facade that can 

Pop drop and lock it

Hustle till the hope becomes pennies in pocket

Life isn't a game, certainly no pixie stick

What are you willing to create?

On the lengthy road to strike it rich

I continue with three chords

The Music, Faith, and Fellowship

Letting devils intertwine their tails

About a distant government 

I have no time for that, for the hour glass ain't patient 

When lives objectified by the jury through the plaintiff

I've gotta make the seconds count, the minutes gold, and hours matter 

Otherwise the check will bounce like criminals who spot a camera 

Enough to make the perpetrators stand alert on tip toes

Then level on their soles, proceeding to kick doors

Finished all my chores, now it's time for recreation

Yet every time I leave the home, another confrontation 

They really do apply the pressure, disregarding scenery

Trying to turn my human peace into piece of machinery 

Everyone has a Story

 Everyone's got a story to tell

Wisdom can change a life's trajectory

Beauty rests in every being 

Slumbering, then blossoming 

I see the look within your eyes

A spark of recognition

And realize we will rise, in time

Through our human condition 

Everyone's got a story to tell

An offering of all we've seen

A testimony reaching far 

All we've been and what we dream

A piece of someone's puzzle,

Or long lasting influence 

An arm outstretched within a dance,

Of miraculous movement 

Everyone's got a story to tell

Victorious fights, and private hells

Living light or losing ground 

Within all these, a soul is found 

Minority, majority

A stranger still, or part of me

Inevitably, a key you hold

I'll catch you further down the road

Beyond the gate and through the door

Unlocked by every story told

For long ago, it was said to me

That Everyone has a story

Ode to my Soul

 More than a compartment, my soul

Ancient, fierce, and freeing

Aloof to the world, alive in reflection

My soul, an instrument of praise

A memoir read faintly In a quiet schoolhall

A booming orchestra, shattering it's walls

A silent observer, my soul.

Restless in winter, and in summer,

Inflamed with passion and adventure.

Tranquil as the cool breeze of spring

Violent as a sweeping tempest

The candle flame illuminating the mantle

Producing warmth, heat, and hope

The starlight of the desert, both vast and unknown

The dire straights of a sinister path

Navigated and seen through

By whose wonder? By whose intelligence?

Anyone's but my own

My soul, 

Faint as an echo of longing

Crimson as the blood that spills

What has been sought after and searched 

Thought to be lost, and found once more

Merciful, steady, and knowing

Overflowing and full

In you I find rest and solace 

My soul, in you I am home 

B.B.

 Caught in the moment 

Years of atonement 

Bubbling, breaking in increments, boiling

All this works going to pay off

Otherwise, brainloss 

Held bravery beautifully then it was lost

So when it took off, indoctrinated 

With shots

With syntax, and context, and presets and cost

Beautiful bravery, finished reports

Policies, policia, privileged in courts

The point is my pointer was hoist to the moon

Towards day that was doomed to burst and rebloom

Unbound and surrounded, confounded, it loomed

Beautiful bravery stripped out from the womb

Racing stripes, turnpikes, another monsoon

That crested it's turbulence within my own room

March twenty paces, scribe seven pages, beautiful bravery a hazard to lose. 

Lay My Heart Down

 Lay my heart down

Spread upon glossy glass, the rippling fabric of a gown

Upheld strong by two hand tower rising up amongst the town

Lay my heart down

On a stone cellar floor, or scarlet plague

Drenched in blood and gone astray 

Lay my heart down where you lay

Promise it not be thrown away

Lay my heart down

On emerald isle where tulips bloom

and spirits rise from stoney tombs

Where dreadful silence fills a room

And lust combusts like suns at noon

Lay down my heart..

Where poets paint and purchase art

where seafarers swear, explore, and chart

beneath the sands of time that sifts

within a chizzled hieroglyph 

lay down my heart ..

where there be any trace of love

where couples meet and merge as one

where orphans hunger from inside

and sleep outdoors all through July

lay down my heart..

Atop the snowy mountain bluffs 

Where lies contrived are sought enough

Upon the wooly mammoths tusks

Where pride and shame reclaim the dusk

lay down my heart..

Beside a weak impoverished chest

where demons snarl and deny depth

inside newly discovered crests

sentenced to stain from ciggeretes

lay down this heart..

A piece of all, and all a piece

the troubled wars among the East

the sirens in the West that shriek

may it know all, itself retrieved

lay down my heart..

lay down my heart, below the skull

in wonder, emptied, ever full

let it know its pure creation 

in deaths divine retaliation 

take this heart of string and wire

and lay it gently in the fire

allow its dross to smelt a gold

in faith and truth, through time and world

let all that it has known and seen

glisten, like sun-kissed nectarine

its fire calmed by winds of summer

throughout creation, safe and harbored

this heart that has endured this life

and faced anguish of shell and knife 

lay it upon a parcel scroll

expose its bounty to the whole

lay down my heart.

Student

Don't need to point the way, though may it be revealed

When the students ready, they say, the master will appear

You can steer clear completely, handle life discreetly

Connect with essential forces in a desert teepee

It's full until it's empty, clean unless it's messy

Opposites can polarize and both poles dance within me

But if Angels oversee all of the oversea activity,

Why is it the power courses through these western cities?

Why is it ingenious ideas fade back into history?

And those who feel the need to question drape themselves in mystery?

Don't mimic what's elaborate;

Like movie trailers, tease me

Read the words that just occured,

And seek an understanding

But how, even remotely, could the mind composed of limit

Grasp the composition of creation made in image?

I know the questions weigh the mind until it's laden, heavy

As pencil tips derive and drip the fact you aren't ready

For

Verbal Serengeti, 

Punctuation of Pompey.

Lava flow, 

immortal soul, 

a gesture of dismay.

For every pretty penny 

that you dared to throw away

How often did you dare 

To bring about a brighter day

?????