Clouds ( Poem )

Clouds are icebergs in the sky, attics of heaven
basements of mountains.
Clouds are stalactites and stalagmites
in caves and catacombs,
silver-lined peepholes of majestic nature.
Clouds are polar bears, white sharks,
gargoyles merged into ghostly shapes;
leper colonies and albinos
scattered in the fluff of finite wonder.
Clouds are sublime apparitions
of seraphim's and cherubim,
balancing edges of atmospheric continuity;
volcanic images of gods and demons.
Clouds cloud my imagination,
milky white substances teasing
the synapses of my gray matter.

Juggernaut of Destruction (Poem )

Onward, Mother Nature,
forcefully triumphant,
marching as before.
typhoons and tsunamis
escaping from your core.
earth-quakes and tremors.
rushing land and sea,
no where to run and hide
from your menacing company.

trials and tribulations
echoing evermore.
death and devastation,
to hopes and dreams ignore.
Onward, Mother Nature
marching as before.

Nothing stands in your way,
Move out is your command,
a juggernaut of destruction,
a menace on sea and land
You strike after fair warning
of impending doom,
destructive and unyielding
as the cluster of your plume
.
Onward, Mother nature,
marching as before,
dangerously combative,
as in days of yore,
cyclones, tornadoes, earth-shakes
killing by the score,
Onward, Mother Nature,
marching as before
Juggernaut of destruction,
a catastrophic rebirth -
now and forevermore.

To Shirley Ward ( Poem )

the train departs

the station
as autumn leaves
skirt along
hibernating lawns
and perforated concrete

the train roars
as it enters and exits
the terminal
and is engulfed
in instant renewal.

an exhilarate explosion
of solitary warmth
abounds in the essence
of its transmigration.

death is universal
with varied destinations.
without forethought
it gathers and scatters
the primer of presence.

the caboose is last
to pass through
the station
and as with all things
that have come before
it signals finality.

Iconic Image 4 ( Poem )

We lured him to the wine cellar,
away from his inner sanctum,
the holy of hollies
where fat, wealthy women,
and giggling girls
worshipped and delighted in him,
indulged the height
of his libidinous appetites -
all to our embarrassment,
because they were our sisters, daughters
and some our mothers.
We fed him sweetbread
laced with arsenic and lye,
flanked him with dark humor,
false cheesy smiles
as we waited for him to die.
his system was cast-iron -
constitution even stronger,
And between cracked, chipped teeth,
picket-fenced in a reeking mouth,
he spewed out diabolic laughter,
demanding more wine and sweetbread -
and we gladly obliged him.
He sang songs, danced, and told lurid jokes,
peppered with prophylactic intrigues,
amorous and clandestine escapades
of the royal court.
We were nobility - aristocrats,
he a peasant, a self-proclaimed holy man,
A tatterdemalion in ragged garb.
We were jealous - envied him;
his power, wealth and popularity
with the throne and unruly masses.
Surely and secretly
we wanted to be like him.
He was taking centuries to die;
then suddenly he hurled ear-piercing
and mind-numbing curses-
gave us the finger,
spat and toasted his ass
and penis in our direction.
As he charged,
we returned volleys of invectives;
produced our hidden arsenals:
clubs, knives and pistols.
He was a Hugh chunk of man,
fighting as if death was nonexistent,
and victory inevitably his.
We bludgeoned, kicked, stabbed him,
snatched his member from his crotch,
violated his bowels with hoe-down kicks;
then dumped his mutilated body
in freezing waters, clapped our hands,
gave high fives, clicked our heels in celebration.

We, having been judged by a jury of our peers,
were found, Not Guilty,
because we had killed a devil -
We the nobility - aristocrats.

Let Me Set the Record Straight ( Poem )

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Let me set the record straight
My hands are the holder of your fate:
your back's turned away from love
your face countenance hate,
you've got to listen
before it's too late.
It's time you get acquainted
with my position,
go online for my disposition,
change your direction
or face perdition.
I'm finished with procrastination,
take heed - my prognostication
I hereby reveal
there's no escaping from the real,
if you can feel,
here's the real deal:
Laws contradicting laws,
Justice a lost cause,
like being trapped in a shark's jaws,
believing in Humpty- Dumpty
and Santa Claus -
head wrapped in gauze
because of flashlight therapy
by an overactive deputy.

But in days ahead - years hence
the millennium
a people will flee their condominium,
like in days of yore
when the slaves took o'er
plantations from their masters -
started revolution
the dissolution
of mental submission
crushed physical manumission
ending an age of vintage bondage.

Let me set the record straight
It's coming once again
it's around the bend
governments abusing power,
politicians in ivory towers,
rich getting richer,
poor getting poorer,
desperation and despair
growing by the hour,
belief in gods and justice
tasteless and sour.

Prescott The Third (Poem )

Prescott was he,
a pedigree,
a triplicate,
one of three -
loved by God,
friends and family.

A care-free spirit he,
without known enemy,
suddenly trampled down
as a newly planted tree
near the campus of USC

Lazarus (Poem )

Rise, Lazarus,
Sleep no longer with the dead,
Let not legless worms
bouquet your youthful head -
come back, come back, come back ...

Your sisters mourn your departure,
Their grief agitates bleak gloom;
Even your friends have come
to mock death with you
near the entrance of your tomb -
come back, come back, come back ...

Rise, Lazarus
Let not death taint your sleep,
snatch life back into your sunken eyes
and colorless cheeks;
you have merely taken ill,
allowing darkness to becloud your day
in a somber haze of gray,
come back, come back, come back ...

Rise, Lazarus,
shed that putrid stench
and say farewell to the grave,
become the first resurrection
resultant of divine love,
come back, come back, come forth.

Independence (Poem )

Where are we headed
As a nation and a people
Have we become cattle
Guinea pigs, sheep,
unwitting victims
in a comatose sleep,
bought and sold
with a governments assistance,
 left in the cold
without whimper or resistance -
please tell me because I want to know
the gist of their plans,
the girth of such goals
and how long will it take
before they demand our souls?

Manifest Destiny, Eminent Domain,
Gentrification an ongoing game
for corporate developers
and the powers that be
to stake their claim,
take our lands and our homes,
consort and conspire
with global gnomes,
please, tell me, I'd like to know,
what else do they plan,
what are their goals,
how long will it take
before they claim our souls?

No-knock laws are in vogue,
the IRS a piratical rogue,
invasive regulations,
intimidation's,
economic and health strangulation,
confiscation of herbal vegetation,
fast food chains under assault,
what is sold and what is bought -
the rule of law seems out the door,
Miranda rights aren't read to the poor,
what's there to believe anymore-
decrees are doctored
edicts reshuffled,
the average citizen conned and hustled,
please tell me it isn't so,
I need straight answers,
I want to know,
what's their agenda
their long-range goals,
how long will it take before they rule our souls.

Gradually rights are become diluted ,
seat belts and helmet laws,
smoking bans, gun restrictions
shredded ballots in dumpster bins
and garbage cans.
Where are we headed as a people
as a nation.
Freedom of speech newly defined,
Democrats, Republicans one of a kind,
two separate bodies sharing one mind,
has Independence become a crime,
please tell me - I need to know,
is evil good and Justice blind.
High courts over-ruling parental rights,
raids taking place in broad daylight,
and under the blackest hue of night,
please tell me - perhaps you know
their long-range plans,
the hidden goals,
the timeline set
for them to rob us of our souls.

Together we stand divided we fall;
if not one for one and all for all
then who can we blame
for tightening controls,
bipartisan legislation full of loopholes,
please tell me because I don't know,
what else they will do
to legislate our souls.

Are you braced for the coming storm
where tongues are tied
and minds lumbered down
and prayer denied;
privacy becomes like Swiss cheese full of holes
the Internet and cell phones
the Emperor's new clothes ...
Where are we headed as a people - as a nation,
Please tell me because I don't know,
the bent of their plans,
their far-reaching goals
or how long it will take
before we surrender our souls.
Have we become cattle, laboratory rats,
Frankenstein experiments
a database of stats,
and some how believing coal dust is snow,
Please tell me, I want to know
who's on the payrolls,
who's footing the bill,
curtailing our freedoms
and trading off our souls.

Where are we headed as a people - as a nation.
Will we wind up on the ash heap of history,
due to power, greed and bastardized liberty -
bought and sold - left in the cold
because of poorly written scripts
and B- movie roles,
that keeps us in dark dungeons
and dumbing down  our souls.