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11/30/2014

When God gave me life

to become

a sturdy tree

I knew He had

absolute faith

in me.

I was able to grow strong branches

with the blue skies

above.

Nature is the foundation

for what we know

as love.

Years went by

and humanity

turned each page

while I reached

His vision

in a graceful age.

Birds have flocked to me

with each summer

and spring.

So lively is this Poplar tree

when we join in

and sing.

Now there's a reason

to be concerned

when the wind changes course.

I stand very still

and silently weep

at such force.

I am innocent to you

yet

how can it be

when a young black man hangs

helplessly

from me.

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Your roaming hands

11/29/2014

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I had a peaceful rest

until

you arrived

flaunting your current occupation

which is hopelessly

contrived.

The family jewels,

as you know,

are still safe with me

although your roaming hands

now

I can see

are reaching

closer

for my shriveled neck.

Slowly

in one's darkest fear

you make a check

for the ruby necklace

and both

diamond rings

so your thieving heart

just proudly

sings.

It's this moment of revenge

that I've waited

for.

I will break

your heart

forever more.

The flashlight

momentarily dims

so here's my chance

to break the neck

of the dove

who promised romance.

With the full moon above

and the cold clear

sky

you've have come

for the loot

not to say goodbye.

I open one eye

and suddenly grab

your wrist.

You belong to me.

Please don't

resist

and into my open coffin

you'll lay

with me

as the grave robber

and his mistress

for eternity.

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What is the color of love

11/28/2014

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I've been waiting to arrive

with many questions

on my mind.

When I come out into the light

what am I expecting

to find?

Along the way

I've taken shape

from my head to my feet

with the miracle of life

known as

the sacred heartbeat.

The color of love seems elusive

and still sits

in the dark

since 9 months ago

when it all started

with a spark.

So this is the moment of revelation

as to why

I'm finally here.

I have a vision of stunning clarity

with the meaning

very clear.

Actually I'm balling like a baby

and that is what

I've become.

My heart is even beating

faster

like a minature drum

and the answer to my question

should come

as no surprise.

What is the color of love

but that look

in your eyes.

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My shrunken head lover

11/26/2014

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After 3 months

of captivity

the Jivaroan tribe

released my husband

who was a National Geographic

scribe.

They shipped him home

from South America

in a ceremonial hat box.

Unfortunately he was missing

both feet

and his mother's knitted sox

but wait,

that's not all,

I became a nervous wreck.

My husband, you see,

had nothing else

below his neck.

Naturally I wondered

if our love life

was actually dead.

He would be doomed

forever

as a shrunken head.

This story continues

quite happily

so don't cry for me.

My shrunken head husband

is still

sexually free.

He crawls up

into our bed

with his serpent's tongue

until my sweet bell

of ecstasy

has been rung.

Then he demurely

whispers

for a lullaby

as we collapse

into each other

with a lover's sigh!

Life can never

be normal

if you're a shrunken head

so we try to adapt

where this life

has led.

When we drive in the car

so he won't

be ignored

I give him

a good view

from the dashboard.

Up in the highchair

if that's how

he feels

my husband spits out

all

of my bad meals.

Our kids use their dad

in practice

as a socer ball.

The dogs licks his face

before

nature's call.

If the Smiths

come over

for poker night

the way he holds

the cards in his mouth

is quite a sight.

Bocce ball with the neighbors

is no longer

a yawn

as my husband

rolls wildly

all over the lawn.

Now it's time

to do something

with his shrunken hair

so I suggest a visit to,

an old haunt,

the barber's chair

although his memory

surely points

to the obvious sign

that he misses the perk

of the free

shoe shine.

From one shrink

to another

he lays on the psychiatrist's couch

and from those healing visits

I can gladly

vouch

he is still my shrunken head lover ,

a husband

and a dad

who is now giving me

the best orgasms

I've ever had!

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Answering to the call of love

11/25/2014

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We sit peacefully

on the edge

of this hotel bed.

Mixed feelings swirl

like a windmill

in my head.

You sigh

at the gradual dawning

of the light.

I too

have many revelations

from last night.

My destiny,

up to this moment,

was in the arms of the Lord.

Is it a weakness

that my vows

have been ignored?

As lovers

we've become

the subject of sin.

Yet I crossed over

this threshold

and the line was thin.

You still squeeze

my hand

and with a tangible voice

offer this man of piety

a new found

choice.

They say a priest

shouldn't defy

a carnal taboo.

Although I have struggled

during the time

I've spent with you

and to think

I had once

looked high above

I am now answering

to the call

of another love.

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Returning home with the tide

11/19/2014

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I've been dying to finally get here

and now

it's within my reach.

I feel the warm sand

between my toes

on this sunny secluded beach.

It's so good to be back again

with those blue skies

above.

Paradise was once a place

in my mind

that I truly did love

but reality is the reason why

my life is slipping

away

and it will be a blessing in disguise

if I'm unable to see

another day.

For this Caribbean tide returns to the shoreline

to say goodbye

to my shortened breath

leaving me

in the stark desolation

of a lonely death.

In this snowbank

I am freezing

and my fate will be told

as a homeless person,

soon forgotten,

and left out in the bitter cold.

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The history of domestic abuse

11/18/2014

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They were outside

the Gates of Eden

facing a lifetime ban

in a duel

between a golf club

and a frying pan.

The honeymoon was now

over

with a telling clue

that domestic abuse

colors our eyes

with black and blue.

Eve was tired

from doing all of the cooking

when Adam made the call

of yelling "Fore to my brothers"

while trying to hit

a little white ball.

So the Creator stepped in

and shook

His weary head

and thought

"this is one idea

in which I should lay dead."

He had given them

free will

and independent choice.

Then Adam and Eve

bickered constantly

as they found their voice.

The Creator knew

that human nature

would be hard to please

so he replaced the problem

with just frogs on lily pads

and birds in trees.

It went back to a silent world

when He decided

to abort

and thankfully

the history of domestic abuse

had been painfully short!

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To fill my father's shoes

11/16/2014

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If this is not a bad dream

then my poor heart

begs

at the horror

of waking up

without any legs.

The last thing I remember

is I turned around

to run

and instead

of incurring any wrath

I was the unfortunate one.

I felt the sudden sting

of an enemy bullet

in the small of my back

and my explosives went off

before

the planned attack.

So I lay here

with open eyes

of wild surprise

as the infidels surround me

laughing

at my demise.

In the footsteps

of my late father

I shall die the same way.

Surely my younger brother

will also

fall prey

as I was a man

forced into battle

in order to destroy

but in sad truth I am dying

in a martyr's blood

as a misguided boy.

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In the shadows of the silent pages

11/14/2014

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The lonely encyclopedia sat

dejected

on the forgotten shelf

covered in dust and contemplating

its deteriorating

mental health.

The almanac that is now

dated

from several years ago

languishes

in self pity

on the bottom row.

All of the other reference books

feel exactly

the same way.

They are lost artifacts in time

from a memory

called yesterday.

So if you listen very closely

you can hear each hardcover

cry

because online Google searches

make old fashioned methods

want to die.

The dictionary's pages are yellow with teardrops

and stick together

in a bind.

The entire library is held in purgatory

where curiosity

shall never find

a future audience of avid readers

seeking a word

with every breath

as the current state of technology

has certified

its imminent death.

Travel plans are in the offfering

and each book will be shipped

away

inside a box of discarded donations

sometime

on a rainy day.

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Elvis is still dead (and he sings like it)

11/13/2014

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Upon hearing that Michael Jackson

also returned

from the grave

Elvis knew,

that he too,

had his reputation to save.

The two kings

would butt heads

at a karaoke contest.

Even the dead still compete

to see

who is best!

Of course the only bar open

for phantoms

was a polka dive.

What other choice

do you have

if you're not alive?

Considering that the spirit world

is full of hecklers

it was quite a show

as Michael and Elvis

went

toe to toe.

Now they couldn't sing any polka

to save

their soul

and being unfamiliar

with that genre of music

would take its toll.

The two shadows of former glory

peed

on the floor

and certain ghosts

have been known

to do much more.

The bouncer with no eyes

sealed

their doom

by bringing out

a mop

and broom.

As an accordion played

looking for someone

to dance

both Michael and Elvis,

collectively,

soiled their pants.

The owner with no lips

cried

"You're both out the door

and unless you learn polka

don't come back

no more!"

So like two ghosts

with retribution

on their mind

Michael and Elvis

vanished into the mist

and tried to find

another cheap beer joint

on the other

side

in an effort their legacies

would not be

denied.

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Color blind

Your roaming hands

What is the color of love

My shrunken head lover

Answering to the call of love

Returning home with the tide

The history of domestic abuse

To fill my father's shoes

In the shadows of the silent pages

Elvis is still dead (and he sings like it)

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