WORD : sun on the outside

Sent: 1/12/2005 2:25 PM


The sun's yellow scratched the cobalt blue of the sky
as one impassioned burst moved it far outside the line

So flustrated pigeon toes pecked at the linoleum's speckle
while Hillary and Scott cupped giggles over their freckles

At another small mistake that could not be erased
for crayola's colored wax medium evaded such grace

When round she strolled peering over half circles of glass
through which gigantic black pupils approved each with a pass

And around she tromped with cackling sounds against the floor
by pointy leather winged shoes each topped with eyelets of four

Until she suddenly stopped silent signaling someone's doom
my head began to pound within a shroud of musty sweet perfume

As spotty wrinkles pulled up my paper and pushed out a sad sigh
that green exhaust from martian rockets was not a good reason why

Nimble kindergarten fingers moved without precise intention
therefore it failed to be good enough, frowned her final decision

Which unknowingly birthed my defiance of artistic suppression
not believing bursting beyond boundaries begets imperfection

ANEW : be it

Sent: 1/24/2005 10:41 PM


you preach against tyranny
yet you are a tyrant
resembling dictators of before
owning your massive kingdom
through preemptive absolutism
launching your heavy military
using fear to force us to war
you ravaged peace as a whore
tell me once again
what we went there for

you preach about democracy
yet your machine runs solitarily
carefully suppressing
smoothly calculating
creating very scary
while we're all left here voiceless
oppressed beneath your mandate by one vote
as commanded by the new law you just wrote
we're tense in knowing that you rule
and ruling over rules you do

you preach for liberty
yet we pay to be your slaves
let us lettuce feed your baby
its covetous appetite a maze
increasing provincial productivity
so that wealthy masters are profiting
bought outright from historic inequality
earth's citizens starve for breath
pushing life's merry-go-round
round and around until their deaths

you preach of freedom
yet hold the only set of keys
just outside my grasping reach
in ridicule you dangle 'free'
before my land's native child
who cries to all humankind
for those blind to finally see
and seekers to fundamentally find
you blatantly covered in hypocrisy
as you taunt me by coercing,

'heaven's not far away
all you have to do
is do what i say'

for once you might want to listen
to your eloquent but corrupted idealism
and understand the words you deliver
when you're arrogantly kicking sand
in the faces you decree as sinners
for if heaven is truly close at hand
and your pretension is any sign
then right now is the exact time
to be it
before you preach it



de-f&-'ni-sh&n
words carry their meaning
and are valued as truth
only when they come from the heart

ANEW : not you

Sent: 1/21/2005 9:08 PM


you should not judge
for with the same severity
you also shall be judged
this it says in the Book

so if you're condemning to hell
you should better be
right.

Who's the judge.

you?

ANEW : tired.

Sent: 1/20/2005 9:26 PM


i wonder at those that say
homosexuality is like murder
if it's your nature
then why not?

i ponder upon those that say
gay is taking over the world
for it is evil
of course?

i lumber when those say
i am an abomination when around children
when a smile i send
simply says 'hi'

I am tired.

WORD : Yielding in infinity

Sent: 1/12/2005 2:26 PM


Her stop sign red fingernails tap
tap the frumpy brown formica diner table
in an impatient beat melody in double time
of the easy light music
juxtaposed her heavy fried food
and hard decision.

In frosted translucent golden plastic, her water ripples
ripples from inside to outside, perimeter to center
in circles growing and disappearing into their inceptions
before her crooked glance away
reflections in the window's glass where
green eyes go

She stutteringly utters the whisper -
trust your soul . . .