Category: Poetry

We, the aloof, keep hid much of our sum.
For strengths or weaknesses, we don’t forth come.

Though, aloofness eludes me on the page.
I lay bare ridicule, contempts & rage.

Yet, day to day, I exist far away.
Not one or the other; but…mostly gray.

Empath’s, so often, do keep to themselves.
No shined surface & no access to delve.

Without this distance, we would overheat.
Those who love seers, know our hearts are not neat.

The yoke of my shoulders begins to sag…
Where Angels & Demons compete to nag.

“You should push back on an obvious lie.”
“Not every hill is a good place to die.” 

Arguments made against one another.
I weigh both under silence’s cover.

Not Angel nor Demon can use my voice.
I hold the mike & response is my choice.

Most are fibbing to themselves about truth.
Outing all deceits seems somehow uncouth.

There are ribbons of scent caught on the breeze.
The bracing musk of white ginger lilies.

Shot up, full bloom, in a random cool night.
This too early scent gave me wintry fright.

For, these are trumpets of Fall’s arrival.
So, this Summer month doubts their survival.

Almanac says we’ve a few hot ones left.
They’ve a chance, in shade; if Night’s cool is deft.

Fall is coming around the corner…yes.
Beacon blooms tricked early to show their best.

There is magick in these, my fingers.
They are charged with power that lingers.

It’s true; that witches try to do nowt.
They perch & pan out to see about.

I could cast curses…but never do.
For, ill intent will lead back to you.

Most of the craft, for me, is watching…
For outliers & pattern botching.

I see the holes others think are hid.
Seen aim in eyes, since I was a kid.

My greatest powers are rarely used.
Most is solving & shepherding fused.

If I cast, I do it for others…
Only friends, mothers, sisters, brothers.

Taxes, tariffs & pieces of pie…
Thesaurus used to cover theft’s lie.

Streamline, budget, makers & takers…
Truth’s needle hid in wordy acres.

Bloat, fraud & privacy’s invasion…
Surveillance’s long-form equation.

Them, you people, others & just us…
Words to place folks in back of the bus.

Allies, community, together…
These, the clap-backs of thunderous weather.

Clothes do not make the man; only make him handsome.
“Throwing something on” makes him sloppy & random.

Still, what truly matters can be found underneath.
I speak of character…not what is in his sheath.

Many make inexplicably confident punts.
Ignorant of mirrors; where they’d find they are cunts.

Just a few times have men disarmed my defenses.
In truth, those were about coming to my senses.

Self-respect & esteem are an absolute must.
If you can’t communicate, you will eat my dust.

Bad breath, greasy hair, ripe & overly hairy…
You ain’t walking in thru my out door, Raspberry.

Do not help if I can win.
Do not help my struggling din.

I must fight my own way out.
Must succeed without self-doubt.

I would not’ve squared off blind.
I stepped up to bat resigned.

This is my own fight; not yours.
Kindly leave & close the doors.

Go & fret imagined grief.
You’ll not be this beef’s thief.

Sometimes I worry I write for my shrink.
Diagramming all but the kitchen sink.

Or maybe, all this is therapeutic too.
Maybe, this is how I sort out what to do.

Possibly, this could, my subconscious, settle.
Possibly getting it down steels my mettle.

Who knows if any of it counts in the end?
Whether you were the good or bad among men.

In danger of sounding simplistically trite…
Both creating & talking have seen me right. 

Love is blind, dizzy & belligerent…
Moves accidental & deliberate.

Love’s wheels & its guard-rails slathered in grease.
It’s never patient for the break’s release.

Love shoots thru a heart & riddles a soul…
True Love is welcoming of a black hole.

Epochs & Eons forever are stretched.
Disorienting pitch that makes us retch.

Reality & feels smeared together.
Love, unlike space, has plenty of weather.

Do I understand, or not?
Did I give life every shot?

Did I show up every day?
Did I help keep dark at bay?

Did I try to fix mistakes?
Did I give more than I take?

Did I share novel thoughts?
Did I know my strengths & faults?

Did I charge myself to grow?
I’d like to be in the know.