Category: Poetry

Y’all know clouds have silver linings shining.
But…have you seen silver with cloud lining?

Maybe just a singular thing I do.
Turning dull grey gloom to shiny hues?

Conjure blazers with their satin insides.
Turned inside out & you’ve reflective hides.

Always a way to spin straw to pure gold.
Always more ways that stories can be told.

So…Don’t avert your eyes from the gloomy blue.
Look hard for a spot that light might imbue.

Not a fan of guns; think they should be canned.
I’m fine inserting my bullets by hand.

Get angry enough to kung fu sling ‘em.
Angry flung just hard enough to wing ‘em.

Bullets shot equal bravery devoured.
Every gun turns shooters into cowards.

No white of eyes contact  at close distance.
No struggled fight to death for existence.

Strong arms & killer instinct depleted.
Firearms kill for men; no heroes needed.

No muscle, conviction or reason voiced.
For, all that’s required of triggers is choice.

If looks could kill; I’d be Pol Pot.
Easy mellowed facade I’m not.

I’m a lot & my cup is full.
So many faces I can pull.

A real one said, “Don’t eyebrow me.”
An exact nutshell where I be.

Heart’s on my sleeve & also brow.
Shows what I’m thinking in the now.

I don’t lie; so it’s silence or truth.
Silence betrayed by eyeballs’ sooth.

Nor, does slick anger get my goat.
I don’t let base feels out my throat.

Open book; by nature, not choice.
Deceit’s naked upon my voice.

Wild reactions & aggressions…
Live & die within expressions. 

My heart is evident; look around.
Its shadow is long; I’m sure you’ve found.

Evidenced in gifts; proven in art.
So many thoughtfuls straight from my heart.

Everywhere’s proof I spent time thinking.
Ice cream, breakfast…the cup you’re drinking.

You’ve taken; not given…hurt; not healed.
You only love who keeps their lips sealed.

You think that you’ve beat me down & back…
But, I’ve survived far worse than petty flack.

Do you have ritual; do you have time?
Does all that you do have reason & rhyme?

Where’s your intention & where’s your focus?
Can you manifest by hocus-pocus?

What have you done & what will you then do?
Who can do anything like you do you?

Are you meticulous or are you vague?
Why not name the worry with which you’re plagued?

Life’s more interesting when, thru it, you dance.
Ritual’s steps help the mundane entrance. 

I was a child-preacher; I know the tome.
I know of the Pharisees; & of Rome.

I know of the garden: Adam & Eve.
I know about Job & of his reprieve.

I’ve known of the psalms & revelations.
I know about Isaac’s trepidation.

I’m learned on Heaven & up on Hell.
I know what Judas was trying to sell.

A book has sparked war with every nation.
I know it calls me: abomination.

That was enough for me to be knowing.
“Big Church” now reaps just what it’s been sowing.

I’m supporting from a distance.
Old hurt’s what forged that resistance.

I think of friend lists I’m still on.
Former friends I loved, not quite gone.

Old handpicked personalities.
Recall flashes when I see these.

Close enough to love every day.
Close enough to validate play.

Now, close to face but far away.
This gap so thick that all have strayed.

I’m no shepherd; I have no flock.
It’s only me outliving clocks.

Still, I am & here I remain.
I’ve nowt to lose & all to gain.

People with power are always certain.
Unmarred by doubt or even called curtains.

The humble ground has the actual clue.
Touched & tested by evidences true.

So, why does the tip-top lead the bottom?
Ask for a billion reasons…they got ‘em.

Rubber meets roads in the poorest places.
Where folks don’t cheat & no one has aces.

All power has is green paper & lies.
All power wants is to not let us rise.

Money ain’t bodies & there’s more of us.
That’s why elections make power nonplussed.

Silver linings everywhere.
Silver gilded dreamscape air.

Silver strung from sky to ground.
Silver thrashing all around.

Silver heat mirage ahead.
Silver coins for eyes when dead.

Silver blessings from five crows.
Silver mirrors truths disclose.

Silver sky bolt explodes tree.
Silver glints on roiling sea.

Silver spinning disco ball.
Silver screens hold  all in thrall.

Silver thirty pieces trade.
Silver making man betray.

Silver frosting wizened hair.
Silver linings everywhere.

Mano a mano comes far too seldom…
But, disruptions to life are unwelcome.

Sex drive isn’t greater than ambition.
Even whilst shunning shame & contrition.

So much to do & more’s past than ahead.
Fucks aren’t remembered after we are dead.

Life’s legacy is the you that you choose.
Some choose betterment & some choose to lose.

Balance? Oh yeah; I aim for that buzzword. Still, I don’t think “alone” is a cuss word.

What is meant for me will find me open…
Here & busy; while back burner hopin’.