it’s a frenetic pace of collections
in a soul necessity
of freedom building exhibition.
fresh ideas to innovate,
is as if the keyboard
suddenly became like palm readers.
after 38 years,
it is certain that all collaborations
have yet to be explored
even as i am here
like an haute couture
wanna be guru
with an ultimate craving
as an english language learner.
the time has come
to where the fall leaves
are about to turn
into various shades of color.
how can i not help
but not to realize
that each shade represents
the very facets of my life?
like autumn is to nature,
it’s also her name
on every single tree.

i hear a shout
from my heart
that raises doubt
in self esteem confidence.

ya are the flare
of my sight
that shines everywhere
so bright.

all i seem to do
is talk about ya
without the lips movin.
what’s in store
on the other side of the door,
time will only tell?

I’ve tried to hide
fears of being alone,
but for me to be the one
to be with ya
is beyond anythin so true.
it is one moment
that never leaves me.

this heart
filled with motion
tells me vividly,
to have a chance
would only enhance
and bust wide open
to be shared by someone
and leave all the commotion
behind closed doors.

long ago,
i was nicknamed the “corn.”
just a young kid
with a bunch of underdeveloped kernels.
but as it may,
i keep comin back
to grind some kind of existence
out of all my life.
this particular ear
is just another left over
from another cob
simply to be thrown away
after the kernels
have been stripped once again.
as profound as it seems,
it’s as stark of a reality
as one can get !!

IT’S SO TOUGH –

pullin things out
from these racks.
nobody really gets the feelin
when ya are done for the day,
and how brutal it can be.
it’s a worldly thing,
but here I am
sittin in the only classroom
that i care about
thinkin that a metaphor
could spur a new life,
somehow, somewhere,
and workin the chalk –
kinda like being
on a pool table again,
pickin up that square blue cube
and puttin a little pressure
on these fingertips,
where i’ve bore a hole
into it time after time
to stroke the keys.
are ya startin to see
the kind of work,
and the earntest attempts
where writing can be like
the tips of fingers
feelin the effects
of being in the freezer
after a long day?

HER EYES –

like lookin through skylights
with endless innocence
beyond her time.
the moment –
exhilarating – so fresh,
strikingly like a madonna
all of sudden shifted
and stood right in front of the doorway.
it certainly felt
as if something magical
was about to unfold
before my very eyes.

HI !!

i’m a taste bud waitin
to bring in customers,
and feel what i’m all about.
i’ve got side effects,
and when i’m hot,
i can bring on tears.
from time to time,
i can wait for ya at dinner-time.
wanna be like your favorite dish
that ya hadn’t had in a very long time,
and not be denied.
i starve to get to know ya,
as if ya bought me in the heat of passion.
i’m a sucker for sugar,
as if i was a bowl of cereal
waitin for ya at the table.
i’m the real reason
ya reach in your pocket
to pull out some money
when i get ya really hungry,
like a recipe in a dessert book.
i long to create an appetite for ya
after long periods of time
when ya want somethin to digest.
i’ve got a huge thirst problem
when i’m too dry
without ya in my life.
i like spice to come inside,
as if ya sprinkled chili powder
in a big kettle of chili.
i only stop after i close my lips,
but no matter what,
ya are never enough !!

it’s, oh so premier –
the real deal.
a reason to think – best review.

not the time
to be at one’s worst –
critics are choosy.

discover the secrets
of an ass kickin poem.
use a cheat sheet –
be a die-hard pleaser.

shake three ounces of belvedere over ice,
and strain into a chilled glass,
then garnish with exactly one olive.

water is a necessity for life,
but for pete sakes,
don’t make the critics yawn –
serve them drink.
it’s one way to butter them up !!

COME –

follow the trail
of these bloodshot eyes
in excessive tear duct runs,
and notice the mode
in how i release myself
to that of bloodshed
for cause and freedom.

can ya see the connection
of direction and flow
when i show ya the trap
of how money squeezes
the life out of dreams
and backs one into a corner?

the only thing left,
is this pen of expression
in its steady trickle
to give one the feelin,
it takes an awful lot of blood
to be set free.

LOVE –

the word alone
is of pure fascination,
as it digs like nails
into my mind endlessly.
as the heart reacts,
i begin to build
a framework for windows
with somethin from the inside to view.

i must let my love
walk the roads
of growin pains
to gain new insights
to develop my stride
along the way.

i have to be like a hitchhiker,
and know that not everybody
will pick me up on the first go around.
this thumb –
more like a bruised thumb,
is like a peddler
where my heart can show true love.

falterin on the fence of faith,
like a bramble,
i am pricked endlessly.
like a cold front,
and a warm front
comin together inside my heart,
left nothin but a chaotic storm.
where were ya when i needed ya?
if ya would look into these eyes,
hurricane rains washed out every emotion i had for ya.
how could ya just disappear,
when i went out of my way
sendin prayers up to ya?
tried to keep a family
in your ways,
but ya left me.
to pacify the pain,
i felt like a desert
with only cactus spines
left in my heart.
though, there may be a rainbow
for someone to reach for,
delicacy gives a whole new meaning
to show it’s not easy
when god didn’t seem
to be there when he was needed.