Listening
words and music
always
the humming
in my ears.

Dreaming and

Making
the list to do
with you
I wonder will it
Ever come about.

Wanting and

Planning
isn’t doing and
idealization falls
short held against
manifestation.

Living

So easy to slip off
cool and calm interest
when the heat of
desire becomes need.

Deep breath, shallow,
she remains in
control, her aggression
pacing the cage.

in comment for Jim Coppoc

When all the day has done it's deeds
and the girls with thier wants and needs
are nowhere to be found 'round your roost
turn to me, the peach you seek? Forsooth!

I
these dreams I hold dear

Fear of consumption
again
of diversion
from that upon which I
dream in the eve
of a soft summer's slumber.

Stepping back I
listen intent,

wrap my cloak of
not looking
about my breast,
a shield freeing
me to want
nothing from no one
giving of myself
what I will
and only I deem.

A cloud mist veil
(but never that shell
of old again) through which
I watch, wait, want

dreams for us both.

II
Inspiration even
in silence and distance.

III
For four years
the day been comin’.
As it nears
my spirit calms. I
loved you well
in death and distant
in life,
my older brother
who will be
younger than I.

sheeple

What life is this you lead?
Antinomy begets more and
it is an endless churning out
of mediocrity at it’s finest.

Morals in decay and if
I offend thee…good

that you recognize your lacking
yet if you move on do you see
where you have no courage to face

yourself, your dreams?

*antinomy; here i have used quite broad and ambigous connotations, i appologies if it's too far reaching but i write the words as the spill forth...

I was closed off for years
trying to articulate to one
(I caught in the cling) trying
like a new colt gaining it’s feet.

But he couldn’t listen.
he had gained his feet deftly
yet never learning to 'speak',
going about his way walking
in ambivalence like so many
other sheeple of today.

My leaving broke his legs;
finally is he gaining way to voice
his heart and feed his soul.

Finally are we able to converse
freely with tears flowing and love.
Finally now we are not each others
but are ourselves individually.

And I? I am left abreast…
emoting to any and all. I want
to break the legs of social ideology
shake those who conform, beat
them black and blue, make the feel

again, as in thier youth,

become human

again.

Is no one else impassioned with this?