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That I could love you
As the wind
Loves the ones with wings

That I could love you
As the sun
Loves the soil
And all it grows

That I could love you
As the moon
Loves the ocean
And as the ocean
Loves the shore
And as the shore
Loves the lovers
That lay there
Listening to the lyrics
Of a low key love song

The rhythm
Of the water
The melody
Of the soft silvery glow

Black Gangster

His life was a poem

A sad, silly poem
Of anger
And violence
Some laughter, some love
Too much fear
And one

That ended abruptly.

The Green Lady

She's a soft shade of green
A warm, soft shade
Light
And delicate as a single grass blade

But she ain't tame
That thang
Can be a green hot flame

Or a queen
Royal green
Aquamarine
Sea green queen

There's hints of blue, too
Clear sky, cool breeze blue
When she daydreams
It comes through

And gold
Rich honey gold
Shimmers like fairy dust
You'll only see
If you gain her trust

Warm white
Shades of cream
Bright yellow sunbeams
And sultry silver
That sparkles as it gleams

But that there shade of green

Like a dragon scale
Or a peacock tail

That there shade of green

It is
The same shade
Of green
As all
Green things
In heaven

You're Getting Warmer

I emerged
From the cold, dark theater
And was enveloped
By a bright, clear afternoon

Over cement and grass
I tread my usual path
And saw an unusual sight.
Unusually bright
That light,
That sunlight
That warmed her face
That warmed a place in my chest
Slightly to the left,
And a place
At greater depth.

Under a tree
Of pine or birch
She perched
And shined.

I continued along my usual line,
But that image shone,
Crystal in my mind,
Slowed my steps
Quickened my breath
And drew me back to her
Like
The warmth of firelight
On cold nights.

There she was,
In that not quite right
A little too bright
Light.
Her smile was warm
Her eyes were clear.
She listened as I fell
Into awkward introduction
And caught me.

Polite questions were asked,
I think that once or twice she laughed.
I sat and played with blades of grass,

And basked in our light.
She wore Navajo beads of night
Sanskrit and the tree of life
But she was the art
Mandala
Magic.
That wasn't sunlight.

This unusual afternoon
So hot and bright,
I didn't want to end
What brings you here?
Waiting for my boyfriend.

And just then
A cold breeze of wind
Cooled
My feverish skin.

The Ego

The Beast
Rages
On wild lustful
Death sprees
It's insatiable hunger
Unappeased

When the sun rises
Blood red
And the new moon
Is dark
Darker than the blackest part
Of the devil's
Pitch black heart

The Beast
With eighty four thousand
Bloodshot eyes
One for each
Of the illnesses
That take root within
And plague
The minds of men

The Beast
With ten thousand tongues
To tell the ten thousand tales
Of temptation
That lead down
The ten thousand trails
To damnation

And six point six billion
Foul smelling hairs
One for the evil side
Of every man woman and child
That is alive

And rows
Upon rows
Upon rows
Of slippery, slime covered
Razor sharp teeth
Infinite rows
For the number of lifetimes
It grasps and holds
And chews away on
Individual souls

And one massive claw
With five gleaming talons
That shred and tear
Hate, self-hate
Fear, violence
And despair

On black nights
With crimson dawns
The Beast shape shifts
And takes a form
Suited to the evil
He would perform
A buzzing fly of doubt
That becomes a swarm
A teeming mass of men
Dressed in uniform
With orders to leave
A land war torn

Not God
Nor Devil
How to defend?
Against one who lives
In our hearts, the hearts of men
Nurtured, cherished
Intimate friend

Crazy Cub's Ode to the Moon

My mother glows
And lends
Her soft light
To dark nights

White gold
Silver
Precious platinum
Jewels
Her daughters
Sparkle
In moonlit waters

My mother flows
Like time
Dreams
And tides
She comes
And goes

Magic
Mystery
Her domain
Her movements mystic
Her grace unstrained

My mother knows
Pleasure
Pain
Ecstatic throes

When her force is unrestrained
Minds and hearts are set aflame
The heights of passion are achieved
Lives are taken
Lives conceived

My mother shows
Beauty
Strength
Wisdom
Wealth

While unseen
Her presence felt
Reveals to me
The depths of self