agoodguy2have Poetry (283)

speaking of the latest of innovation
"your call is important to us" we intonate
our ability to record our miscommunication
"listen to ALL the options" is our fate

press index finger on this digital key
if you need to speak to heaven's rep
and you wish your soul to be set free
press carefully, so not to make a misstep

you may be sent back to the menu main
but leave a message inside this phone
and listen to all of the options again
just remember that you're not alone

we love the technology of today
"this is me, so please call me back"
that allows us, to nobody say
"reply before I die of a heart attack"

or better yet, do NOT respond promptly
no need to openly have any dialogue
the email we sent to you automatically
this message from a scripted demagogue

you might want to forward on to mates
and know that we are forever more
voiceless emails from faceless states
missed communications we all deplore

© agoodguy2have 2010-09-02

to look at an image of past years
and to grieve
to see the smiling faces intently
and to grieve
oh, the selfish humanity of it all
to grieve
what a sad thing memory is, to know
and to grieve
the time will come, we know not when
grief is gone
and what remained is gone too...
grieve again

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-22

those lines etched into hard stone
glyph from some unknown alphabet
men, women, boys and girls shown
back from ancient worlds they get

to tell of old flesh and bone
some king or prince of local renown
who sat then upon their age-old throne
retrieved now from some lost 'n found

their days upon earth all numbered
long ago battles fought and lost
no different ours are so encumbered
peoples enslaved and women accost

what was gained of land and power
all etched into those ancient runes
what was lost of human flower
dug out from some forgotten dunes

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-26

unnerved synaptic society
uplifting and touching
all hedonism and piety
leaning on and clutching

seeing all of either ends
here before the soliloquy
all the praying and pretends
chained to being set free

carried in the heavy flesh
the mantra of life was cried
some stable nativity crèche
mined exploded as empathy died

yielding profit of prophecy
father to brother to sister
branching out of family tree
hands to ring we kissed her

what may come to creed or race
these rounded days do explain
all men, women face-to-face
know only love can sustain

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-20

just don't need or want around
the days are new unlimited ends
we're testing on the proving ground
the nights along with many friends

the horizon's edge is right here now
and all things are to those who be
no need to get to the end somehow
reading a lifeline scrolling marquee

most all of days like summers amaze
no winters blues to haunt us
can't get pulled by some malaise
the youth of life brings finesse

at walk at rest at last at best
time stands still forever young
challange and meet a youthful quest
before our aged song been sung

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-23

oh what of left feet and toes
just can't help but sway this way
but the rhythm swings on to know
keep sadness and loneliness at bay

and that brings us to the beat
to shoe away or bared feet soul
and melodies that taste so sweet
those sounds so beautiful do cajole

like some veined in drug awash in me
both high and low my mind can hear
to make sounds vivid colors to see
what ears cannot but still hold dear

God that voice sounds so sweet
and strings only string me along
gravelly and sultry a tone replete
also brass so clear and so strong

those woodwinds would sound Goodman
then slide onto a growling trombone
clarinet musicology swingin' woodman
make me feel like I'm never alone

damn I love the vibrating sounds
tinkling keys on an ol' eighty-eight
waves of air-joyed emotion abounds
into the night a music filled state

across the rooms and down the street
imaginary baton to conduct in hand
music sounds joy to all who meet
euphony passes through all the land

voices chant chorus and drums beat out
all traces of sorrow, pain and doubt
in time to come good times disappear
but don't give a damn 'cause music is here

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-24

looking at the horse
pull down the lips
and check the teeth
good teeth are a gift
pull up on a leg
check out how long
been on the hoof
mouth's ok, checkin' south
ol' belly's a bit saggin'
a while been baggin' but
haunches rounded and strong
soft eyes are still clear
and you see a little fire
and think about the fourth
turn on that muddy track
everyone standing cheering
you're galloping neck-n-neck
unglued and runnin' like wind
dreamin' of a photo finish

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-20

the F's are all stopped
only shutter at the image
the edges are all cropped
field of view, gone, askew

in a flash it all changed
this depth of perception
focal points all rearranged
just some 3D deception

don't see though this lens
all life seems just to hurry
can't seem to recognize trends
seems image all too blurry

the frame too dark to discern
click it now and change the focus
what we seek is what we yearn
to bring clarity, life's great locus

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-13

I hunger to touch the way that she feels
she won't open up that heart's inner core
her mettle increases, her shell anneals
a shutout, only leaves me wanting more

there's a sign on the wall, of my desires
some local ordinance says, letters red,
put out those fires, 'cause she's so smokin'

her eyes, her legs, those lips, her hair
can't get next to, can't get beyond blue
just totally captivate, by her beware
my mind in a stew, her body to pursue

there's a sign on the wall, of my desires
some local ordinance says, letters red,
put out those fires, 'cause she's so smokin'

baby I got it so bad, you got it so good
you're a wanton woman gotta hold'a my soul
we could get together, I think we should
make me gain all desire, lose all control

there's a sign on the wall, of my desires
some local ordinance says, letters red,
put out those fires, 'cause she's so smokin'

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-02

down in the well, to coin a phrase
i used to drop a hint or two
light to dark words fell to vanish
musty ol' mossy green to begin

colors bright at first then quickly
darken all around to echos down
where all is black and silent cool
welcome after the blaze of the world

thoughts drop wordlessly to unknown
bottoms without phrase or syntax
just weightless falling...falling
at velocities vanishing point

away or toward, no matter, sensing
the odd lifting feeling of falling
is the wind rushing by the thought,
or the thoughts flying by the wind?

behind...above toward the light
seems heavenward tunnel receding
will i splash into you hard or softly
splayed in all directions like a crown
when i get to the bottom of this

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-12

ok, let's put our hands on the dial
or is it a slider, or depressing button,
no matter, shove or turn it all the way
up to the top white, where all is light

did you see it?, as it all bleached out
just before you went to polar snow
all the things seen before, your vision,
it was all there, kids, lovers, loss,
vacations, court dockets, grocery check out

now let's turn the knob back again
all the way counterclockwise, or down
back to black, ok, see my hand in front?
how many fingers can you see?, none right?
but you can still hear me, I'm right here

all the dreams in all the black
after your parents left, and the
homestead was sold at auction, purged
you left school soon after, took a job

keep your fingers on the knob and
now slowly turn it toward middle up
and see all the shades of monochromes
or radiant spectrums of chromatic choice

its not the white that makes it right
or the black that takes it back
but all the contrast in the middle
the edges of contrast that show meaning

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-04

her form perfect, the norm
if then, form follows function
do i have no compunction
to tell her so, to let her know

appearances can't deceive
her boxes correctly checked
the shape of this sorted relief
hand-in form to just connect

eyeing top to bottom shape
completely fill out this form
vision of her I can't escape
and quiet my magnetic storm

soul perplexed, desires hexed
her graded curve, loose the nerve
form so fulfilled, desire spilled
anatomy's actions, lust's attractions

it's devilish this consummate form
the completion of her attention
pulls on my heart and so misinform
forms too complex for comprehension

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-09