clay woman; the womb of her belly earthen dirt mixed with water bled on the sheets during the fire of passion and whispered in the wind love, love, love as his hands shaped her into his desire and she dried and cracked and broke not…

Kindling the world in marking its elements Peculiar in every aridity of earth’s  ground Forming in every being building its sentiments Working in the circle of fire hound   Emulating in its frontier across  changes of winds Planting seeds of hope determinants crossover Grounding the…

when i can’t bear to finish a book because it’s world will close disappear the discovery of fertile ground will be over it will be a path that i can always return to but it will never be new again i pause half way thru…

The End of Dreamland VCS The End of Dreamland Faded A roller coaster plunging Into the mists of oblivion Placed by a cruel prankster Collecting tickets Laughing at the joke See the rubes pay the toll The tolls set to the price It’s only your…

The system of grotesque history- violence torture barter Free the society. Free the society! Free the society? Buy the military, buy the splendor, buy the manhood. Transaction of, without buying, your own death plan. Because income forces the message. Forces the truth… When I flash…

Moving forward one step at a time thinking on the before now, pushing harder for a better right now. Slow stroll noticing different people intentions, not fazed by fast tongues spitting drama or criticism. Careful with the pace of my stride with humbleness, patience, and…

The river of your grace. Will never be dry You fill it with your love For our souls. Amazing grace.

You can’t unspin What’s already woven But I zee you choke On word left unspoken You’ve left me nothing And I’ve had my fill Nothing’s still nothing Despite what you thrill Come inside my Heaven See what it’s about Come inside my wonder Let there…

We few shall be remembered To love fully,completely without human stain Ask me how I feel, how I get turned on like electricity We few shall be remembered To know, five fingers make a fist Kismet, the imperical context hurling episode of Abracadabra bile We…

I still think of you daily counting each vertebrae with my fingertips smooth was your touch and I held on like no tomorrow  you didn’t let me go tightened your grip about my waist shameless was my caress beautiful was that moment when you