Eyes for the night

It hides in the long grass
 village division with the local forest
Eyes reflect like glass in a changing mirror
Prey almost gone

A kind of hunger it's fond of
for a short time
before terrorized human voices
attempt to scream out "crime"

It can see the whole village
The last tasks of the country folks day
Dusk like game has picked up and run away
Now beast with eyes that were bred to pierce the night, sees

Waits for it's host to reach sound asleep
Then patrols it's lanes for stray dogs and sheep
The jungle no longer provides
The killing intention in the beast, it's art of hiding

It was perched in a tree at sunset
as farmers took what was dear
Now it stares into a family home
Humans unaware

It's tongue touches the night
strange kiss
It's nose senses an uneasy aroma
now the shadows conspire in it's favor

In silence it moves to the clay framed open windowsill
I would sigh, why so much blood, confusion and goodbye in it's kill
Sharp clawed paws scratching out the thatch
IT FALLS ON ITS UNWILLING PREY

I would sigh, why so much noise, shock and drama extinguished flames
The lover of the hunt eternally untamed
Still does the world sit back and remain nature channel beguiled
The sensation of hunger, the regal leopard eternally wild

Another piece of a foreign coast

The ship itself was destiny
ignoring the wind like a rebel his parents
Paying no heed to the height of the waves
All destination

Each storm touches down
furlongs from the bow
ushering it in with dark fingers
Lightening splashing across the clouds

Some exile god has turned upside down
daring to compete across the open sky
as I sail the open sea
Tempting the rough waters

It was I that I refused to break
under each of the exiled god's wave's weight
No cane, no crutch, no hat or article such
No telescope or magic lens

Inside these great visions is my glance
I sneer for they dare say my fate won't dance
deep within their proposed laws of chance
The same ones I break as I advance

No gloating I've no time to brag
Raise the sails conquer another delicious piece of
green lush dry land

The Feminist

She stood there in her gumboots grimace on her face
appropriate drizzle in this Southern shape
some joke has gone stale and supplies are running low
Supermarkets make her mad though

Girls working at the checkout counter
and she´s screaming it´s some kind of sexist conspiracy
She stomps off to the Deli to forget the harsh reality partly invented
gumboots cracking toward the top, rubber wearing

Yet on her drive to Paradise she doesn´t avoid the most nauseus of contradictions
The most heinous of double standards since bra burning became public display worthy
In a world where most chauvinistic men are unemployed or on minimum salaries
Where will you go frantic to plan and deploy your gender rivalries?

See you flying now

Now I can see you flying
just like that childhood dream
Those fat ball lampshades making the place look edible
I can see it

Now I know parts of that long and joyful dream
are coming together something living while you are awake
aware on the round ball we all walk over
great dreams alright

Some of it´s coming real
the sweet aroma of fruition in the air
Wipe sleep from your eyes sweetheart
The advantages and their adventures await

Empty realm of darkness

The snake nieghborhood
Surging skin and scales
Forever night in that suburb
By my eyes it is an awareness I have

Houses That I´ve lived in
visions into the skin
You´ve tangled corridors
staircases to nowhere

Power in and power out
Penetrating calm lands where not a soul lands
Just that floating spider
The teacher I´ve known only by it´s whisper

What does it mean
as the slice of darkness is conquered
By your very hand
their realm intact

But it Waits for a new predator
a new demon to habitate
There will I wait allies like seasons
ready to decapitate it.

Claim her whole

I´d love to be with my sweetheart as often as the heart´s impulse arouses
Love to be with her for loves sake for sure
Fishing trip on a boat hollywood know the stream
Know the arch fishing dream

Speedboat to the bay, sun hits mon for a day
Celebrity rod throws line out
casual fishing thrills before summer starts to sit still
But where is my beloved

The one I take in arms and heart
The one that shows me how far
She was perched like an elegant parrot
One that my life guide joined me to

She fell
And I remained lost in the building
searching for her everywhere
Searching for each piece of her

Lost in the shade of unknown obstacles
shadows of the unknown
I claim her back their tricks sown up
I claim her whole the universe gave me permission

Once upon a splice

That undeveloped roll of film that is your life
Just waiting for that inevitable cut and splice
Those thoughts bubbling away in the mind
leaking down the organs and spine

pouring into the body more and more with time
Emotions come staunch and buff always stealing
The common sense you usually use for dealing
it´s gone as the body boils into feelings

And those feelings boiling like a winter kitchen
boiling and steaming back into that thought compacter
fermenting and distilling into action firm action
and another clip is added to the spools of film you´ve stacked

Another whole sequence you created half blind
Another week´s worth of gossip neighbor´s idle talk awry
Bad that mind doesn´t mind
Playing that heart like a country girl under big city signs

That film will be developed soon enough
and every event every fight or time you fell in love
will show up for your viewing, no sleeve ace or bluff
so next time the adventure will be less off the cuff

Fingers insert the roll of film
tremble and shut your eyes time eventually kills
always replaying until your body dies
But don´t sit in panic, wait for the splice

Those positive echos

On earth I have the purpose and a mentor
The love of the one woman
A leaky hole in the ship wreak of life's secrets
I have a pinch of that salt real magicians hide

Yet I am further into the milky way
The subtle vibrations from my higher support
echo positively
Blessing steps toward self innovation

Toward the gleam that glides silently and invisibly
out of the hundred wonderful transformations
My elders surround me for millennia
They march with me when I take up arms

My companions comment with me
about the face of alien landscapes that appear in the dreams

Shake the species awake

On the border of the forest
The one that is purely illusion our digital vegetation pet
The one that calms us but at the same time warns us
That beyond is the land we haven't made habitable yet

The projection of the forest
A metaphor for hope among invisible wasted places
A reminder we are still in the sandpit proposing bliss
Playing our safe little games in our safe little spaces

Making choices like each revolution of a sheep's jaw
eating the small amount of green grass
On the road below the tree line curiosity grows
grows like a fungus to where the forest's hologram slows

Search each letter of the word human
as if they were characters in an alien language

cannibals

Into the fine country villages where the gardens are properly managed
Every leaf considered every blade of grass, polishing every steel black painted gate
Up there where the community sit in their country home the phone rings
It rings like a little girl jumping rope but no one answers it

Stories are told as neighbors rest yet soon it's time to move
It's like the sun itself is prioritizing for us
Reflecting off that beautiful car
steering wheel fills your hands and like the sun in the sky you move

Down to the neighborhood below where motives are all unknown
Where their arts and crafts and esoteric carvings mesmerize you
Where they walk naked under the moonlight mixing envy in your nightcap
That freedom hit a vein in your heart now your beats a millisecond off

You follow them like a lost antelope
as naked as they trying to acquire their secret for vitality
You awaken upside down and still naked
ready for the embers of their cooking pit.

Carnaval in a pale

Morning heat is already disagreeable
In the town shade, feel something to be gleeful about
The breeze warm and soft something that pleases
That starts the day off, few drops of ease and
no bother

The streets never cooled as crowds dance
Mixed up in that drink and color
That cheer and that sheer joy
not reachable at any other time of year
bless them all

Their costumes must have gotten sticky
and their legs after so much movement weary and wacky
yet most would keep up the boogie until the sun came back
Like those thick candles that hold the flame to the wick
Even as summer storm winds trick

Legs skip and step a subtle samba twist
Arms sway and hands wave on happy Brazilian wrists
As all day the celebration plays in the hot sun's simple bliss
What a wondrous event and if I could guess
hundreds of Millions abroad have it on their bucket list.

Tribute to the landlord

With hairy smiles flat mates face the rent increase
Look at each other with those "we've been shafted" eyes
One moves in one moves out, salary slashing surprise
Each month the landlord's wallet comes to swallow you

Rent is the gobbler
As if the world wasn't taxing enough!
The digits reconfigure life is tough!
The grin of suburban tribute a sexy lippy curve

The quest for happiness or freedom I commend
So quickly forgotten, in the modern world you bend
You beg and borrow and owe them as they lend
Yet that is the reality, why continue to pretend

Hunger for good deeds

The talent of doing well
A talent so fair
A navigator of sorts
Who turned people against the pirates

Poured down from Henry kings
The city's old mint
The prince's house
Old port

Western Mediterranean scourge
Turning blades on the pirates
Reconquering
Burning down their hornet hives

The world has no navigator
Where is our caravel
Riding the shallow waters
To hunt down the pirates

To expand across continents
and balance the worlds of faith
But the world has been held to ransom
our very own Çala Ben Çala

Just a trip around the coasts
inverting the assaults
Incursions on those
who married destruction

It's not settling scores
but setting sails
extinguishing the forest fire like terror
That those pirate flag wavers wave

And which speaks faith´s language louder and more truthfully?
Which changes the way we look at the world?
Is our vision not a vision of faith?
So when will our dogmatic oppressors...

Meet our next navigator?
When will we explore and leave the stone aged thinkers
to the dying dwindling edges of their lands?
A talent so fair, so welcome

Each days door

Haze glances off the skin on me
 I live love and exist rather humanly
Exhaustion wants to cling to me
 The hot afternoon Wind gives me a lecture

But world watch me shrug
I´m running on wednesday juice
never unplugged
I´m at thursday´s door

Watch me not care into the sunset
Tiredness trailing off with you
everlooming sky cooking pot of our thoughts
The haze has nothing on me
Living loving and existing through each day´s portal

On my beautiful wife

Loved you on the plum
On the absense of rum
and the abundance of sun
With my own true one

Loved you over the avenue
special love for me too haven´t you?
Loved you enough to lift the night
Well recieved with your lips it´s forever
beautiful wife

Concrete aint hard when your on my lap
Or when your head droops my shoulder front for your nap