Dicing with the devil

Sliced, spliced, enticed, dishevelled
I diced for thrice the price of my life
With the devil
Stakes, rakes, his takes undefined
Heart quakes for a break with each shake
Hoping for divine
Intervention, all attention, on intention to win
Apprehension with the mention of my pension
Spread thin
Lighting inviting, inciting fair play
Fighting slighting while writing a 
Contract to pay
Frustration, stagnation, damnation to come 
Castration flirtation, 
Elation struck dumb
Locked doors, I roll fours, could be more, wanted higher
On the floor, devil’s score, guarantor 
Of hell-fire
“I win,” with a grin, devil’s skin glows red
Head spins, sinking in, beginning
To dread
“All fives,” devil jived , “for all alive, hard to beat.
You should have strived, derived, deprived my contract
From allowing me to cheat!” 

If you're the only one ...

"Am I the only one smelling that?"

If you’re the only one laughing,
Your joke’s probably not funny
If you’re the only one seething,
Try get over it, Honey

If you’re the only one smiling,
Keep smiling, it’ll spread
If you’re the only one breathing,
They’re probably all dead

If you’re the only one dancing,
You should wait ‘til the wake
If you’re the only one burning,
You should jump in the lake

A 12 Year Old's dirty mind

It’s pouring with rain,
it’s making me insane watching the drips fall from your glowing frame.
All I can think of is the mounds, the primal sounds,
you and I ignoring surrounds as
we flow up and down on the ground that we pound,
our movements profound.

I so want to hold you, sit on your back
and be so bold as to mould you uncontrolled.
The visage in my mind, a collage of mirages,
a barrage of mental corsages as I lay my hands on you
and massage you in the garage away from our entourages
we can make our own beautiful montages.

I move close as I sense you’ve
felt my groove
as I approach to prove
I have actions to back my attractions,
you’re frozen seeking my satisfaction,
no distractions for this interaction
I approach to exact my infraction transaction.

I’m not usually flirty but I want to get so dirty with you.
The things we can do when I am on top of you.
You accept my indictment to excitement,
you know what I meant, our nerves are pent.

With a hand tremoring,
my inner voice stammering I reach a hand out as my heart is hammering
a tattoo for the things we’re about to do.

I place both hands on your slender body and wonder how close can god be
as I wrap my legs around your metal
and begin to push down on one pedal…

  "Luke! No bike! It’s raining and I know what you’re like. 
   You'll get dirty and the mud will set and I don’t want you to get wet!"
   
No! Not yet!
My mind screams and frets as I owe my dreams a debt
and so close to forget the threat of what we had nearly bet!
The regret, upset but after that voice but I can no longer covet
and have to obey and
        get inside away…
                from you…
                one day I will ride you through the mud - we both want me to.

A moment before time

                                          There’s this
                                    one  beautiful scene,
                                 a moment between you
                              and me. With our passion
                              just started and from our        clothes
                              we have parted I look       down into your
                            eyes. There can be no     lies, no denials to
                         give rise to.  It is just        me and it is just you.
                     We share in the silence       unbroken but through
                our locked gazes  there        is so much spoken that
         any  aloud, token     words           would cheapen and  not
     serve to deepen our                        connection. This  minute
    of shared affection, of                       momentary  reflection is
  as near to an emotional                              perfection as I can
 ever remember being. An                            unmatchable space
needing no correction. With                           my arms encasing
your waist, face to face with                           our skins meeting
in all of the right places I am                      left to look down at a
a gown-less you and decide                    which part, and what to
 do  first now I  have  you. I                    smile for I do  know  that
  as we while away we are in               thought  compiling  plays
   to make on each  other. Do            I smother with lust or do I
     cover your bust softly with         kisses only a lover is able to
      muster?  Your eyes eclipse      my soul as your soft lips do
       hold my attention. Retention     of this moment calls for the
         suspension of time. It is in         this moment that the line
          between yours and mine gets     blurred and our passion,
           unrationed, romantically fashioned is finally to be heard.

Get this one on a t-shirt.

Life of a feather

Pictured: A feather

[chorus]
If we could live our lives as feathers
Go with the flow and let those around us grow
We could get through most of the bad weather
If we touched the world, as light as a feather

[/chorus]


As day follows night, a white dove takes flight.
Given a fright by the sight of a puppy who in youthful delight
will playfully bite all it sees in the bright morning light.
The dove, symbol of peace, symbol of love,
Caring naught for the weather,
Defying gravity’s tether flies up toward the ether leaving behind a solitary feather.

Equal: A Speech

I am physical pacifist, a vocal activist, a man with a view of the world that is perhaps too simple; simple in theory, simple in strategy, complex in installation. I am one man who is a grain of salt beside humanity which is a grain of salt beside the universe and eternity. I am one man who holds no grudges even though I have been cut enough times to be nothing but scar tissue.

I see the man next door, the man next city, the man next state, the man next country, and I see a man. I see the woman from the city that beat my team, from the state that voted against my rights, from the country that warred against my homeland, and I see a woman. I see a CEO whose company put mine out of business, and I see a father, a brother, a son. I see a lawyer whose firm took my house through a loophole, and I see a wife, an aunty, a daughter.

I see common ground through breath and through heartbeat. I see common goals through my loneliness and their love. I see invisible walls between them and me because they do not see what I see.

I see peace, I see love, I see humanity.

I breathe, they breathe, I believe we are equal.

Finding my own luck

                          I need to                   quit the
                       shit of saying          ”If I could be
                     so lucky”, ease      off complaining
                    about the mucky    state of a  sucky
          life and get into fighting   and righting things, not
      crying for  the  downturns    that life brings. I do know
      that luck is out there  but    it had to start somewhere;
     with a small change in the   air from a falling chair that
      blew a paper to be  snared showing words that  bared
        an idea to the receiver making her a believer in the
                love that gave her. That chair is what I
      must                     be instead of  the                    one
   who just waits to see. Everything starts  with  a  random
  series of events but there is an event  and  tracking  back
 the segments prevents waiting for  the presents and  being
 content to lament.  I must   try   to start the daisy chain of
   personal gain, ingrain it     in a    part of my brain so that
       the pain when things     wane    will not ruin the gain.
            I can be so lucky       if   I      get   plucky,  stuck
            in  and  grinning,        with      the aim  to  start
             winning. I just            need      stop spinning out
                if life pins me           down        for  a  bout.
                    I know                   luck           is out
                                                  there,
                                                   some-
                                                    where.

                       It’s only fair I do my share in finding it.