Poetry

Sea Birds

they stand upon the shore looking at possibly nothing. Each of them facing the waves his own way. They have no need for time or worry, they live only for their next meal, morsel. There’s no competition between them, no hurt of sorrow just freedom to catch their wings upon a passing breeze. For the wind and waves to them are home, and they view life from the air smelling chances.

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Sand Steps

I found some pretty footsteps upon the sand so wet, and felt that somewhere, somehow in time their form I’d met. So in hopes I might meet, the one who’s feet they’d fit. I hurried off to follow along the waves who at me spit.

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Parental Sin

You say you want me to tell this story, but you won’t hear what I have to say, If everyone is a homophobe, that means you too. I grab your arm as you jab at my chest. You want to know all about it, correct? The cabin, the old men who dropped their pants. Saw the beer cans they drank and spasmed on. I remember how hot is it was that day, but I was cold. I played outside, playing with myself for many hours and I wanted some cold beer. When I heard a moan, I turned and saw grandfather with his pants on the floor saw another man .. read more

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Ocean Meet

There’s a stairway leading to the edge down where the sand and ocean meet waiting there for me is a balmy wind, and ebbing waves to caress my feet There’s a peace I find as I look out over, The expanse of her swelling tide, I long to be as a seabird to dance looking for free meals and a crest to ride.

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My Special Place

There is a place, a special place where ocean water, ebbs and flows with rocks upon, which I can sit where no one, ever hardly goes. there I can stand, upon their forms and view, the miles of open sea, or listen, to her music and write, the lyrics sung to me it never changes, and often waits the old rocks, keep for me warm, the sea, laps at them constantly asking when, I’ll be along. I don’t, get to go there often but still, it’s my very special place, For there is where, I find myself when from the world, I need some space.

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Myself

I see myself as a snowflake, unique, with my own design, my own landing pattern, as I gently fall to the ground. I see myself as a chinese box with faces within faces within my own changing face. My brother, my mother, my father all in the puzzle, all known souls all exist in a blink of my eye, or the purse of my mouth. I see myself as a mimosa seed the twisting kaleidoscope shield; I, alone, descended somehow collectively, born of angles who come angels who come to see, who fell and emerged, who filled my first breath.

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Lover?

I don’t want to hear you beg I’m sick of beggars If you are a man take what you want from me or what you can. Even if you have me like some woman across town you think you love. Look at me Standing here with my penis as straight as yours. What do you think this is? The weather cock on a rooftop? We sneak all over town like two damn thieves, whiskey on our breath, no street lights on the back roads, just the stars above us as ordinary as they should be. We always have to work it out, walk it through, talk it over, drink and .. read more

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Day At The Beach

When Sol wasn’t playing with cumulus hid and seek, damsels scantily dressed in his sunshine sizzled, beach combing Casanovas over coals of hot sand tiptoed, palm trees fanned balmy breezes passing, children dabbled like throngs of seagulls shrieking, As fists of waves pounded swimmers to the shore.

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As I Sit

As I sit I think of what’s past What I have done throughout my days I know I can not make them last here’s a feeling for brighter and better ways.As I sit the t.v. sounds Someone like me living at home I think of home and its surrounds Now feeling how far I will roam. As I sit I remember the past road Its laughter and sorrow it’s meant I was told of the other road The one traveled by my parents. I will not take this road and its meaning I will follow my path with all my wits Learning from experience and all the teaching At the .. read more

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