If I had a thousand lives
I would learn all the languages
Make love in all of them
Write poetry
Read histories
Converse with their speakers
Over a cup of whatever can
Bring social exchange
But I have only one life
So I will take pains
To master
The language that will
Bring us together
Closer than ever
Till the beginning of
Forever.
Archive for September, 2008
The Language
Lay Down Your Arms
Stop fighting
Cease questioning your existence or mine
Stop thinking out of the box
Thus rupturing your box and mine
Desist shooting your gatling doubts
Lay down here beside me
Or let me envelop you like the cool caressing air
May my peace be yours
Close your eyes in the soft down of my Being
It’s time to rest
In my arms.
On Anger and Barbarity
Yeah
You heard me
Rain blows on its hide
Can it box it
Shoot it ram it stomp on it
Torch it set explosives around it
And boom
And then
Watch the grass grow
On radioactive soil
And sprout
Popsies for peace.
Elegy for a Phone Relationship
I lost a great friend
I held you in my hand
Cherished you
For you smiled at me
Your inanimate face brightened up
I smiled back
Now you’re in another stranger’s hand
Ever the circuit secretary
I’ll miss you
You’ll stay in the annals
Of the greatest gadgets I’ve ever cared for
For if I don’t care for you
Will I care for those with flesh and blood?
Fare ye well my friend
For I will never
Have you back
Stolen you are
From me.
It’s the first time someone took my cell, well, I’ll befriend another, necessity dictates so.
On the Seven Cardinal Sins or Virtues, Whichever You Look at Them 3
Envy or Dreamy
When the heart muscles contort
At the sight of your consort
It is not so much a picture distort
But cranial coffers being sorted
Slapped at being empty handed
Wanting displayed fancy packaged branded
Would it result in the child within backhanded
Or medicate with mental state Band-Aide?
Forgetting that each one’s unique
Forget other’s-item-suction technique
Forgetting that on your own you can peak
Forget property love and urge ambition meek.
Glut or Putt
Every gourmand has a
Golf club
That swings across the
Table, fastfood joints, and pizza parlors
To score an above par-amedication of
Self-esteem with a hole in one banquet
Savoring the green green lettuce grass
And relishing the saucy bogey
As a triumphant Tiger Mood for double patties
Should the master taster
Get struck with the grand slam of lean mean machines
The pocked ball sinks in the mud
At least the porky one will smile and wallow
Very much in its element.
Pride or Self-Bride
Unrivaled no equals
Backpedaled to return with a vengeance
Could not accept defeat at the finals
Could not summon humble pie with a seance
Finding a perfect match in the annals
Found nothing but rocket launch defiance
So there is nobody at the nuptials
Except the mirror image with which to dance
If one plummets after headbutting the celestials
It is only because it is the one and only second chance.
This is the last of the series on my Seven Capital Sins or Virtues, lol, and I enjoyed writing with a theme in mind. Guess we all have excuses for sinning, we are human after all…see you all take care 
