Sunset Corner

Olde Tyme Train

Gazebo Daylight

Winter's Drifting Dream Street

Dreams Passing

Politics Entwined


The Fall Falls Upon the Flow of the Falls

A Clouded Reach

Plastic Vanity


Black Snow

The Mental Sea

The Fallen Ashes

The String and the Wheel

Tracked Blue

Fallen Upon the River

Above the Sky

In Words

short trips,
inane slips of
the tongue, managed
flips belong
to the acrobat of spoken
terms, words deferred
by these immune
     rattled nerves.

Transference of the Next Thought (unfinished)

My Next Movement

In this moment
I stand
Every direction do I face
At once my next motion
Ultimately unknown until moving
                      to itself,
     my choice to move...
That impulse
That moment I stand before
                                         stepping a forward hand
Before          moving
     in any way.
I relish in what
                          I'm about to do!
It extends into itself
Myself every choice,
Every chance my urge persists
Move swift!       But then
O hesitation bliss
Holds me near dear and not amiss,
From standing still tight
     I choose now moving rightly
And it is in this now it dawns
                                         That frozen moment is gone
Gone before I had gone
     in progress born,
Now every moment is now
The most mystical moment
                      that moves through me it moves
                      to move me
And move us alone...
                                         All must move.
I choose to move again
A joining of motion
Returned to choose again
Here I go….
                                         That impulse again
                                           I freeze and see
Which direction for me
 Is most free.
The surge is in me.

Crossing Midday (Euclid Ave., Cleveland)

Jazzman on the Bridge

A broken man plays
 A broken horn twisted
  Upwards upon the bridge
   Overpass left walkway
     Music blues tin ancient new
I toss him a coin
 The ledge over deep splash
   For his hat claimed he
    Was the flowing river clean
      Abandoning wealth in partiality
My payment let go
 Appreciation for tunes
  Played so willfully soothingly
   Constantly my ear does hear
    The music played sweeter
My weight lighter indeed
For so simple is such
To drop a nickel
                                   into the sea

Modeled Spectrum

My Words of the 11th Century

They discovered of me
What I am about to say,
"In an ancient cave
Of the eleventh century
My words are found,
What I say today,
The only words heard
Are those words I await
To speak to say
What it is in sound I dare delay:
"I yelled so loud they heard me
In late 932 A. D.!"
Was written upon walls
Or so says me!"
I said I said
Said me!

Blue View (A Downtown Sleeper)


I have just returned from
Burning down Hollywood glare
My flair for moods burned smoke white
Emblazoned by the shallow ones
Keepers of the culture exploit
And I simply lit a match
Dropped placement unbound pleasure
Art as destruction in turn
Destruction is art returned
I am quite tired
I need a drink for draining
It is upon me
Loving the lonely and broken down
Actors of all life's family
When all you have to work with is
Only what they try to do
So now I ask as anyone might
Relaxed yet in no mood
Home comfort now delights
"What's on television tonight?"

Dragon (Sketched Black)

Wet Wax

Wet wax melt drips
down my finger
tips to tingling
stinging adoration
of moist fire
in sensuous
upon my hand
I wince!

The Body Plastic

Blossoming Sunshine

Where else but here
would divine eyes seek
between two lovers held sweet
true passion, no fear
a dear magick meek
spellbound cast
the circle keep
red roses bloom early
in eyes of blossom
Spring rising
Sun surprising
casts beams of clouded light
upon our kiss
upon our flesh
upon our souls true love
crying joy into palms
each other’s opened wide
embracing Sun life
in our embrace do we
share in body one mind above
painting our broken reality
one moment in Love
the circle complete
lines carved deep
this spell known
quite simply as
we keep and dream
together together
burning in the Spring Sun
Sun burning with Love
shines on
shines on

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Sweet glanced seductive zeal
Her soft white skin in sunshine appeal
And the eyes of my heart stare deep
Into enchanted light touches
Words pour from subtle lips red
Cheek flushed as I approach in sigh
Her smile breathes bravely anxious
Buxomly anticipation aware
Dear nervousness pulse I do achieve
Yet unto her eyes do mine fixed actively stare
Rhythmic breath patterns passion we
Share hope for the upcoming moment
Together alone most wanted is found
One another away together and bound
Together one magic connection aloud
Body to body to spirit beyond
Again and again the whole world stopped
Again to embrace our hearts beat atop
The passions of ravage to long which become
Dismissive pleasures together as one
The deep taste of her soft charming kiss
Feelings beyond what bodies demand
Soar down into soothing sleep blissful lulls
Into the dawn that arrives through the mist
Bears witness to the Sun all can see
The afterglow of this rousing night dream
Emblazons my eyes upon viewing
The intersection of Beauty away
Her sleeping glow skin beneath the Sun
Light beaming in glory this love will remain
Forever together in Life no refrain

Flag Furling (Cleveland Wind)

It Finally Rains

It finally rains
The city cools down its harsh painful heat
A rain that pushes many to shelters made meek
Few stay together and most move to solitude
As if a midnight summer music interlude
Broke down to a 4 act cooling of a burning play
Sweet rain
It has finally rained today!

Trees of Winter's Mist

Depressing the Burdens

I shall write,
Grant me the time continuous frame,
Until the night draws an end,
Sunrise the key will release
Me to freedom then set forth,
Forever caught in carved stone,
My lone eye open
The chisel,
It carves thought outward,
Thoughts naught yet projected,
Looks beyond primary lusts,
Needs for greed mistrust,
Uncontrolled yet not
Controlled, captured free
I've been captured deep,
Writing left time to go
Alone save for penmanship,
Sunken ink consents control,
Damn sin of the alcohol.

The Storyteller Mystic

PJ Bumblesticks

The man slow moves
Dressed in black without attack
A fumbler of magical herbs
And placer of silly smiles
On faces for distant miles
Styles of grace collapse
Before him in might
Of audacity, an encouraging fright
Of tenacity
A blind walk takes he
Oblivious to what he may see
A man with clasped hands held tight
Behind the back
Behind so tight
A blissful air engages
His nose with delight
Lungs light inhaled within him
Towards home goes he
To exhale that air fresh
Indignantly into plain pickle jars
Empty of air except for
His as he coughs upon the floor
Jars closed tight he places
Behind them each a tied bow
Of old shoelaces
One for each breath left within
Each jar his breath hath settled in
Anxiety less his release
Of worry and stress and needless thought
Retreat does he to
His garden groweth fair it do
Forgetting to breathe naught
In his own world sought
By mystics and birds alike
That is a world of no sense
A world of no order
Beyond distortion is his
Ultimate beyond where
The beyond of beyonds
Responds beyond words
Right here so tranquilly
Does he live while gardening
His magical herbs
Potent of mind they disturb
To a world of no sense
No order
The man slow moves
Dressed in black
Without attack
Hands again grasped tightly behind
His back on walk again
While from home away
Mr. Bumblesticks left arrayed
The magical herbs to season
The jars of his breath
Unreasoned to ferment into
Explosion beyond all distortion
Rocking beyond the
Beyond the jars burst
Breath freed to smoke burned deep
Every happy moment
In each jar broken
Free were those breaths to flee
To break the stars from paper cups
Soaking in galaxy juice sweet
All while PJ we find
Stays far behind and walks
And walks and walks unfazed
A paperclip found picks up
Does he and places it in
His pocket
Booms sound light abound
As stars fall behind and
Rise and shine
All is such that was
The message dear Bubmblesticks meant
To incline that we
Find solidarity in magic places
That dare dream of spaces
In between life and humanity
A peanut guide for the blind
PJ Bumblesticks is free
Above the ordinary insane
Another plane of time
As you will find
Awaiting when word sent
Need ask him to make
A sign once again
PJ Bumblesticks, dear man,
You’ve saved us again!

Web of Trees (2)

Theme for Wine

It is an evening
Mid-season some time
I sit down to sip
A glass of wine subtle nip
Twice filled before
Prior hours of hors d'oeuvres did crave
And mind runnings have begun
Sprinting in my brain
Once again I make no amends
For what I think
I think that I know of this thought
Self-taught with educational flair
My intuitions soft sweet declare
There is something in life hiding
A reality kept silent from
Itself cannot come to be
Unless already upon
This second reality
Which here is where its here is
A higher layer in which to live
And a knock snaps hard
Repeatedly upon my entrance-way door
Until no longer do I tolerate
Such incessant constant pounding
Across the room
I stumble carpeted fallings
Crooked in a crooked world
A beach of sand self-fulfilling
The door I reach
I open and see
An agent in officer clothing
Snarling face debonair
Grizzly brainwashed hair
Oh not again
It's the Thought Police
My mind he's come to shrink
A fine for time free thinking
Outside of time told true
I pay this fee indignantly
Tossed towards the man in blue
Only then begins my mouth to speak
"You're so much earlier than you were last week."


I Smell Lilacs in Autumn

Sweet Spring within
The death of leaves
Arousing strange senses
Confused states of natural bond
What I smell O wait!
What I see
My skin silver of life
Of death mortality bound
I smell lilacs in Autumn
I see flowered bloom amongst
Dead dying trees
Leaves falling surround
A blushed serenity
Sweet beautiful bloomed Spring
Glowing sweet nurturing
Warmth anew and yet
My breath brisk
Of pumpkin burnt air
I shiver
For yet I see lilacs bloom
Sweetly in all honesty
Sweetly of a woman fair
Her sweet love given me undared
Sweet Summer late
                                    that falls away
An essence discrete
Entranced I fall dreaming
Loss of cold feet
I fall asleep upon peat
Tranquility cold dying
The dead colored leaves


Angered Ducks

They once believed the words
       Of the Peppermint Rule Geese
And now quack in question
        Of such immoral faith foundation

Flowers in Sunlight

The Day

Birds loudly sing sweet
A mixed harmony brisk
Morning's peak in sunshine wonder
To me this all foresees
The hope of midday fantasy
An adventure to begin
A dreamed desire
When my love arrives and then
Onto the excursion go we
Upon a carriage horse pathway
To marvel at nature's delights
An excursion through countryside
With preparations made
Our ride so calmly patient waits
As sunlight and shade excite me
And she passes the gate
My love so gorgeous
To me and the sky above
And then into a warm embrace
A smile to me and off
Riding we go deep
Into amorous serenity

The Trinity of Sacred Woman

A Painted Relativity

A wander I stroll
The museum grand and whole
All works I have seen and again been to view
Great works, great moments 
Until this day today, I do see
A new feeling of endearing sublimity
A corner turned quick where what I behold
A beautiful woman pristinely painted bold
This painting so aged but I do not deter
That this young woman's face my heart does incur
To the passion her eyes so colourful seem
And her arms begin reaching out to touch me
My mind plays a trick I surely can keep
Yet her essence is warm, her aura does weep
I cannot be fooled by depictions as such
My relations are stable in skin I can touch
Yet this paint stares at me, such a manner I blush,
Knowing her eyes are the mere slight of a brush
But soon a rush again my emotions arise
Hoping for a pure personality surprise
Her ears if real into them I would sing
If only a dream then great magic I’d bring
And dance through the halls of laughter and light
Holding each other so close by the night
O how this paint captures my soul's delight
A beauty surreal like pale summer nights
But alas I must go and return to my life
A cathartic end dear and a walk back to strife
Until again I ever see her painted eyes free
Forgetting never her feelings on me
As a memory I'll keep though she's never existed
Her skin will survive as mine’s old and twisted.

The Green

I fell upon my sinking bed

 I fell upon my sinking bed
Lying undreamt within
My hardened shell kicked with sin
The things
That kick me around
So big to behold
Demanding their ways upon me
Still counted until I
Slip on high into a crack
In the sky twilight I fly
To fall into encasement
A pause of monotony
I lie upon stirred echoes
A pleasant night
And the kickers
Breaking and breaking
Breaking away

Church Moody

She Holds Me

So long a day
So long into the night
I am shivering cold
Shivered with fright
A self lost old in delights
She kisses me but
She then kisses me
A hug serene
Never so warm a touch ever be
To me if any in my time
My feeling warms
My body warms to her feeling
A most wonderful moment
I'm away
Away from the cold
Above all the ground
I surround her love
With a smile I touch
Her body it touches
Mine so much
A man who all things
Has handled alone
Another being outside me
Always to be
What many have called Love
She holds me
She holds me
I can sleep now
I can sleep


The Tree

The tree so green
Summer's rain weeps clean
As leaves shimmer sparkle slight
Light bled upon branches long
Tight bark wound round unseen
Roots deep as family strong
This tree to me speaks lovingly
Breathing out my breathing in
A roost for fowl and home

For creatures ungrounded to roam
A wonder of fauna free
So do I dream upon its being
By being a tree
A tree so green
As life leaves so too
Do leaves leave eventually
And still a plant to return
Unlike me

Humanity one chance around
This reminder lovingly
To grow and develop in maturity
Properly if we all could be
So green as this tree
For never so fortunate
To stay and live longer
But appreciate shall I
All that is given to me to be

As I see all of me in this tree
Greened humanity if only
Awakened to see
Such beauty that simply
Tends mindlessly
To its own life so free
This green living tree
Wet with the rains
Of natural security

Dream of a Street Corner

Ebony Ink, Canvas Life

Glaring eyes mine stare straight,
Penetrating deep the contorted beauty
My attempt has created,
My vision grows blurry with memories,
Pain becoming a reminder of me,
Waking the dreams of past love lost.

Never such am I so blind,
Self jaded when I
Hand create the multiple worlds aligned
Of self-sacrificing eyes,
A black inked horizon fare
Brazened upon my forehead flared.

Ebony upon canvas flesh,
A stretched mind's child reflecting
What once I saw before my eyes began
To dream of the world before sunrises,
The world before breath,
Dark life pulsing bright to live,
Creation made manifest the art's life.

Away quick the ink swift lest to drip
Darkness unlimited in placement,
Just enough to be enough writhing,
Retreat my hand,
My impetus,
My roaring mind of fantasy fair,
Enhancing sweet the metaphor's call,
Memory pain and life in between,
Poisoned bliss is the beauty
Shown deep as the painted myths of my time.

The Pain Outside Me

A Brisk Morning

Morning cool
The full Moon sets
Sunrise wind sweet breeze soft
Against red pink turning white

A window scene
Bright light beam becomes
Enhanced warmth consuming swift

The brisk air
Crispness grants memory
Mine a mere moment
Short breath returns
The simple mind of youth

Emotional peacefulness
Graceful the dawn's demeanor
The day bows and begins
To me
To the world

A performance this dawn gives
So desperate to play
Unsettled anxiety
No idle waste can be
Such to call the day

Sunrise risen
Resting gentle grace upon
The treetops set a flare
An opening act made way
To a day of the greatest affair