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twas a time of fresh worn innocence
eighteen years of age
and the writ of my experience
fell short upon the page
ragged as a student
who had never eaten warm
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

hardly out of smallburg
green as an apple tree
two dinner plated startled eyes
and jeans without a knee
"you look like a hardy boy"
she told me without scorn
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

my recollection hazy
of how I slept that night
unable to articulate
my thought with my delight
as beauty slept in rapture
behind oaken doors forlorn
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

intoxicating creatures
robbed me of my youth
I never fought so lightly
(to tell you the truth)
they made a man of me
strengthening my form
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

breakfast at the table
my eyes fixed to my spoon
with a dozen or so sirens
laughing at my swoon
and the scent of what I felt heaven was
seemed to be the norm
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

twenty-nine years later
wife and babies too
I chanced on to return there
my memories to renew
said the angel of uncertainty
three decades on her form
come in she said and welcome..
to the ladies dorm



(for Vanessa)

the boat is idle
I'm drinking some tea
I look to the shoreline
thoughts come to me

experimental daydreams
as oft I'm inclined
so loved by the genius
we walk behind

Einstein, I think
imagined a man
struck by twin lightnings
as only he can

equidistant in impact
he stood there upright
simultaneously struck
to his left and his right

watching all this
and moving indeed
a girl on a train
blurs by at great speed

her train was the distance
between night and day
acceleration is gravity
as Albert would say

but the girl in the carriage
saw the bolt to her right
hit a fraction before
the other one's flight

relatively speaking
he'd stumbled on truth
and I thought of the tracks
that led to my youth

and a man struck hard
by a bolt from the blue
that town was me..
and that woman was you


(for Vanessa)

I spent monday
just walking through town
searching for solace
but none could be found

the wind whistled arias
clarity true
I dreamt of a vessel..
she turned into you

my eyes coarse from labours
blinking through mists
a tangle of conflicts
my hands sleeping fists

I spent tuesday morning
down at the yard
searching for magic
for some fated card

it's then that I saw you
pitched in the muck
neglected by everyone's
concept of luck

I spent all of wednesday
smoothing the deck
washing salt tears
from the grooves
of your neck

I ate in your wheelhouse
I slept in your aft
people that knew me
considered me daft

I watched thursday morning
select it's new hue
it mirrored your essence
but only I knew

the grief of good friday
rose with the tide
that day in the chapel
when you were my bride

so I bury my rage
in the virtue of toil
in the place
where you float
'tween the sea and the soil


(for Vanessa)

"The Raven" is a diner
that lapps the sea foreshore
it haunts my tangled memory
as it knocks upon my door
apple tart and finest cheesecake
when I can't eat no more
but alas! quoth the raven:

order more!

after working in the oceans
and toilling in its potions
to the gym with weighted motions
to rid my thoughts of lore
but that subtle evil keening
like the ghost of hunger's meaning
fills up my mind demeaning
all the goodness in my chore
but alas quoth the raven:

order more!

though my digestive tract is twisting
and my car key slowly listing
I fight with both eyes misting
to avoid that evil shore
ice water by the bucket
and the urge to utter f*ckit
as the ghost of fried chicken
knocks upon my chamber door
still yet.. quoth the raven:

order more!

in my fated hell so hollow
the satanic chef I follow
to where the cheeseburgers doth wallow
with blood red signs above the door
with my sanity at it's border
the smiling waitress takes my order
as my demons duly lord her
on this dark demented shore..

yet eternal.. quoth the raven:

order more!
order more!

If I could change the seasons or the colours of the world.
I would use that power to light your way, and watch your road unfurl.
If I changed direction of the hands upon the clock,
I would let them spin us back in time and at our meeting they would stop.
I'd change the words I said that day to truth instead of lies.
I'd tell you that I love and loved what I see in your eyes.
and if i had that chance again to hold you on that day.
Id never let you go again and watch you walk away.
And that would change my future sky's to blue instead of grey.

glass visage
marine green
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
burnt bronze

Down in the wood there is a stream, just larger than a
brook. That seems to hold all my answers, as it
travels to river. I can hear it as I sleep.

Knowing that this is my place, knowing that this is my
peace.

Always giving me clues, so I myself here again,
at this stream, larger than a brook. Conversing with
God who knows;

That this is my place, that this is my peace.

As I watch a pastel colored maple leaf, follow it's
path to river. Never being taken under, yet coming so
close. I can smell Gods breath here;

This is my place, this is my peace.

No man has ever been here, but God and me. This cold
morning, where I can see his whisper. Saying to me;

Is my place, is my peace.

I have never taken anyone, this secret place of mine.
Hidden past the rock by the pine, where cold morning
frost intertwines. But this morning I find you at;

My place, my peace.

soul of colored houses
hearts on broken ships
friendship a shelters storm
the rays of light show again

for the gates of heaven
were only a passing cloud

I came alone, i have walked tall through pain and hurt and now i am stronger. I live for me i live for the sun on skin my dark skin, i am a child of Africa with strenght to walk in desert and hope for my home and my people we are beautiful we are shaped in all sizes with the glory of God shining within. The world is beautiful we are beautiful no amount of hurt can break you unless you allow it. My beauty is not external but inside i am happy with my large hips my big chest my full legs and my honest heart i am thankful to apart of the great human race.

When only the wind blows...
Hard do the chimes ring
When only the cold froze...
Silence do the birds sing
When only the frost grows...
On glass ‘round its fringe
When only the time goes...
Sharpened by a bell’s ting
When only the embers glow...
Warm as home fires bring
When only hearts know...
Comfort found and cling
When only love prepose...
For all hopes take a wing
When only peace repose...
Great as a gentle king