POETRY
- An Endless
Search for Freedom (13 selected poems)
A GAME OF MARBLES
MY ANCIENT LOVE
Where she comes from
is felt but not known
a remnant of female love
remains on this earth
following me around.
A beautiful relationship
lingers in spirit
around me
a physical being
by her
an existence felt
but never seen.
THE TRAIN
THE BUBBLE
Its so subtle
This tiny bubble.
Pure in form
solitary to mourn
its passing.
For when it pops
my heart drops
and its remains
leave a mark
on the cement
a little wet
soon to dry
and disappear
and run away
come a rainy day.
MOTHER’S LOVE
Mothers love
means so much
through the years
her care and touch
lingers every day
and this we pray
will see us on
even after
she is gone.
CONQUERO
Winding past moss covered pebbles
this little brook comes to be.
A warm sunlight filters through leaves
and this hallowed warmth touches me.
Curves move and dance.
Fingers play and prance
like a puppet held,
by sensual strings.
This, is my hero.
My lover, Conquero.
THE BOUQUET
GOD
A lay man
prays to a god
he does not know
a sinner knows
of god
but does not know god
A father
loves his children
on earth
and a priest
blesses them
by the hand
of a god
he thinks
he knows.
LOVE
She tingles deep within
it rises to the surface
and she knows she is loved
so she laughs
and then does so some more
until I begin.
TOGETHER
Around an open divide
comes a river from the other side
sending fluid so powerful
with its wetness and
beauty there
while lost in love
her mind stops
and leaves a calm
that opens her heart
to this man
he feels her smile
he wants her now
she comes closer
their skin bleed
with anticipation
to love someone
like this
reflected by the other
in deep
in side.
MY WIFE THE MODEL
Letting her hair down
and her clothes,
she laughs as she watches
me
watch her.
Caught in this moment
is an artful woman
posing more for me
than for the cameras
that surround us.
MISS RAINBOW
Miss Rainbow
where are you now?
Miss Rainbow
why is your hair
lying
all over the floor?
How must you be
in front of me
in every cafe
I enter
in every door
I walk through
everywhere?
How come your hair
refreshing it is
blows free
in the cool air
in front of me?
Silly of me
to think
of you
as different
from the other women
Miss Rainbow
How come
you are to me
what an
imagination
can only be,
free?
WEST LA
It is WEST LA
where its juicy boulevards
cut a swank swath
through the endless
boundaries of west end
and strange people
walk the streets
in search of their prey