Your Sideshow...song

Hot is hot and you should know -

There ain’t no lie gonna’ make it so.

Science class was for the geeks

But your protons sure to make me weak

Seven times I went to the wall

Just to hear you say I don’t know it all.

You know there’s a shortage

Of my excited compassion

Heading for your location

Around the nucleus of action.

Crime don’t pay for sleezy guys

Who receive complaints from those with eyes.

Carmen Gia’s are pretty low -

But they ain’t got nothing on your side show.

Art and Music cannot hide your culture -

Of bullied people and the stance of  a vulture.

You know there’s  a shortage

Of my excited compassion

Heading for your location

Around the nucleus of action.

Description of a Painting  Nonet 7

Golden pond floating lightly overhead -

Soft-soft lighting sprinkles gold dust -

Over pattern in the water-soul,

Mist-fog standing off shore,

Begins to roll in,

Changing the gold,

To ochreness,

In the

Dusk

Monster, Nonet 6

There’s a Monster on the Loose, as 

   Many people reported seeing him 

   On facebook and in person.

He’s got our head into

the noose, tightening, 

(per The Daily Show) -

And he just sits

there watching,

Us to

See?

Cynthia Stewart and Steppenwolf 

On Stalking............

The voice

A voice from the far side of the vacuum:

To observe the obvious and leave me alone,

Your calls are not welcome and your

Constant messages are filled with self pity,

The blank look of implied concessions.

The love I have is mine to create and give

There are no coercions here, the bastion -

The night of light and simplicity of one

Are not won over, not twisted to new form.

Cast your shadow elsewhere, call off the wolves

Get thee to a nunnery, an abbey, a retreat,

And let your mind run wild there on meditations

That might clear your smoke and transgressions.

A voice from the far side of the vacuum.

The stalker

From your demeanor I get - what can I do?

Do nothing.

How can I change things, How can I control?

Go away is what you can do, control is negation.

Go away.

Let it go, you cannot control,

You can only arm and harm.

This is not the path for anyone,

Tunnel vision is for missiles,

That target and kill.

No Net 4

Up papers stacking, files racking,  

Poems climbing the autumn wall.  

Range beyond the monitor,  

Feeding their imaginary. 

Phrases. Open idea,

The bar of time

- extends – the arm.

Post, tweet, text 

Tea.

Tea.                

Between          

Two and Three

Memory, a      

Twice told tale holds 

The breaths of the depth, 

The depths, the blue-green sea,  

Slipping softly between waves 

Over the cresting slip that is me.