Random Thoughts

I burn with rage when i find
limbs are cold against a raging mind
the minds that find in a wilted flower
symbols and metaphors for waning power
and across a table in the haute hotel
Democracy...oh wait..please ring the bell
a cafe mocha...so, where was I
we were talking of civilians who die
the country isnt feeling quite well
and the lady knew, it was the cue
raising the fork, pausing to chew
" we need to show our commiseration
for the starving, aching nation"
That is so thoughtful of you
we will rouse all into an agitation
draw out men from hibernation
then print our esteemed point of view.

Generation of '27

How did they kill you
Twilight in the morning sky
Did they have a stiff upper lip
The gods that saw you die

What were you thinking,Federico
When their bullets went inside
That they cant shoot poets
Or is it just a homicide

The heart feels like an island
Breaking on an obscure street
Still fascinated with death
Dreaming on bleeding feet

Lines across the empty blue
Lines that soar and fly
Lines that melt into reveries
Revieries not meant to die

And coarse earth is where you lie
Frayed like sodden rug inside
Forever cross with a world that erred
Federico,have thy poetic pride

Black and White

I shall return to you
Its an affair,old and tried
I shall return to you
But my love has died
I wrote all over you
Empty dreams that’s me
I wrote all over you
Fantasies not reality
Times when I was mad
I loved bruising you
Times when I was bad
I lied but you were true
Your blue blood flowed
When I cried
I shall return to you

Our love is tried…

Reflections From My Desk

I gaze at me without virtigo
But my fears arch behind
The mirror knows none of this
Of the shadows in my mind
Second cut is the deepest
When the demons are kind
But when the sun is brightest
It can make you blind

I reach for the knave of spade
I evade his upturned eye
That sees past my rooted feet
To my fast fragmenting sky
And little bits fall like rain
I cringe in horror
Must hide the pain
And little bits fall like frost
I guide you home
But I am lost

Saxophone

Black hands encircle an ivory moon
Eyes dance like stars,rejoice too soon
Feet drag their doubts,hearts skip a beat
Play that sax,the charm is complete
Black eyes eager,the reticent can sleep
The faces laugh but the sax will weep
Tomorrow my house will be bombed down
And the white will say,shoot the clown
They killed my sister,they shot my son
But tonight is the sax,no smoking gun
And brother when you are in the ghetto
Like us,sinners in paradise
Black harlem,your home where
The saxophone never dies…

Wet sand

Between us its wet sand and waves
That crash and curl around the toes
We build castles that tumble down...
We build again...
Thats how the story goes...