"Opinionated Season"
With brittle bones and trembling lips come distaste and envy of elder months;

With ice cold rains and frosted window panes the seekers of suns ray become reminiscent of their summer flaunts.

Winds whistle and blow as Octobers become Novembers, and winters days make last summer even harder to remember…

And flurries sprinkle the noses of the scrooges. The joyous children become more tactful and ever more limber.

They have no envy. They exhibit no disdain. They create their snowmen and snowangels without fail;

Thus those that were grim and so en-scrooged, fill their nostrils with Christmas air. New attitude. And a new winters tale.

"Finally Here"
Oh boy! Oh what joy! My favored time of year is here.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! So much joy in my heart and such a smile upon my face: Its here, its here! I loudly cheer.
The masks of all Hollows Eve, the candy and the oh so fatfully thankful turkey.
The icy blades of grass, the beautiful fall of snow and giant cups of my favorite root beer.
Oh boy, oh boy! Its finally here! My most favorite time of year.
The presence of the Lord, and the presents under an ornamented tree.
Smiles and glee and gathering families…
fat men in red suits with tons of gifts and flying reindeer,
oh boy! Oh boy! Oh what joy! My favorite time of year is here.
A new year comes but the winter won’t go. Oh no, no,no! Janurary just may be the month of the biggest snow.
With mittens and gloves and toboggan for gear, I dash out to see what makes me cheer Oh boy, oh boy! Its finally here! My most favorite time of year.


"A Glimpse of Peace"
I become enraptured in the view from my window. I gaze at the fall of snowflakes, as they toss about in soft winds of solace.
The trees, some bare of leaves, seem to reach into the heavens. With frosty branches for arms, they reach into the chilled air…gathering new strength, I suppose.
The mountains are fully capped with their famous covers of bright white snow. Those are the blankets they seem to prefer most; a most humble choice for beings of such mass and power.
From my window I see tranquility; a feat not often accomplished in the bustling springtime, and seducing summer. The deer and bear find not one misunderstanding man- gun in his hand.
There is joy to have, and fresh air that seems new. Smiles escape the unfortunate and ,previously, unhappy souls on earth.
Because peace is just beyond the boundaries of their window.


"Winters Generosity"
We had no money during the spring, to celebrate our engagement. Nor did we earn enough in summer to magnify our wedding;

In the fall we were saddened that our honeymoon would have to be put off once again: love becomes regretting.

But in the winter, when matrimony seems to bloom, we forgot our woes and counted our blessings;

The whiteness of snows became brighter than our gloom. Ice skating, tree trimming, and competitions of turkey dressing…

even snowball fights were parts in her and her girlfriends tales- so gossipy.

I loved the times and wouldn’t change a thing, of when winter showed its generosity.

"Angels Prayer"
Beauty and awesome landscapes reside where I am. Any and every man wants to stand where I stand.
But would it be pure ignorance if I wish to stand where he now is? It is said that ignorance is bliss, but I would have this.
A place known on earth as Heaven, stands in my way. A place that all want to visit and most would plan to stay.
My eyes have roamed and my eyes have found… another heaven, that is right down on earth; earthbound.
Where it has cold of winter and often snows. Burning fireplaces that warm the hearts of entire families, with ice cold toes.
Yes my lord, it is here I want to dwell. A few days maybe? A few hours? Oh foo! A few minutes would be well.
A time for hot soups and cooled custard pies; oh how I would love to sing the merry carols, for your names sake, under winters stormy sky.
Boys and girls seem full of goodness, men and women seem at peace too; the potters creation seems more masterful- solid and stable in that frosty brew.
Hear my words, oh master of the elements: Never would I imagine that season of bright faces and faithful wish. Why wasn’t I informed of such simplicities: frozen mysteries and frosty mist.
Do you hear my plea, Father? Are my words like vain? Coming from my mouth only to fall in shame?...


"Arctic Exhalation"

Winter winds whistle and the ski slopes are open for adventurers from all around. The snowboarders are thrilled and the canyons are sound.
No threat of avalanche nor other disaster, no envious weather systems spoiling grand vacations…
Just pure winter fun and arctic exhalation.
The mountains bellow and chuckle from the tickle of snowshoers walking. A future gold medalists makes an eight foot aerial and winter game lovers increase their talkings.
No place for the miserable, not grounds for those with summertime fixations…
Just pure winter fun and arctic exhalation.
Log cabin restaurants serve perfectly round pancakes with maple syrup and strong hot coffee. The ski lifts give the feeling of being on top of the world; flurries landing softly.
No worries of overspending, nor news of recessions and economic inflation…
Just some pure winter fun, and arctic exhalation. 


"Icicles along the Roof"

All winters are cold. But this one was the coldest winter ever. All people shiver from the chill. But this was the chilliest kind of weather.
The wind howled and the tree branches hung limply, with so much snow. My grandmother, in her old rocking chair, said “child its ten below!”
We watched through the window, mostly (having soup and hot cocoa). But, we went out at times; only twenty minutes or so.
Old Jack Frost rarely told lies, and this time was the truth; the fiddler wouldn’t play b’cause of icicles on the roof.
Yes there were common colds, and common flu viruses too. Children bright and gay one day, and the next stuffy and blue.
In the south you just don’t see such a cold as this day was. You think of heat, humidity, alligators and bugs.
But, that winter made you think differently. You didn’t remember the past summer. But you sure did want it to come back. Cause winter was a bummer.
Old Jack Frost rarely told lies, and this time was the truth; the fiddler wouldn’t play b’cause of icicles on the roof.
My heavy coat and brogan boots were insulated. But that insulation wasn’t workin’. My tongue had almost frozen-stuck to the roof of my mouth; toes and fingers were hurtin’.
Granny had a flask, that she had said held coffee. I supposed it was to keep her alert, but for reasons unknown, that coffee made her groggy.
We had to stay warm: sweaters, thermals, blankets and quilts. Some houses, I knew, stayed warm. But I just don’t think that’s how ours was built.
Old Jack Frost rarely told lies, and this time was the truth; the fiddler wouldn’t play b’cause of icicles on the roof.

"Julie Z."
Silly me, silly me. I feel imprisoned by Julie Z.
What happened to the guy that was me? I think that I left him going from point A to point B.
Since I turned my attention to this enchanting ecstasy, I lost my focus and function ineffectively.
I eat, think, and desire what she would have of
me. Her tongue is a fire that burns endlessly.
Silly me, silly me. I feel imprisoned by Julie Z.
I have seen the blind and know they can’t see.
Sadly, I say, I might be one of them now; I
just may be.
I have no thoughts of a future that exists
logically. I only dream impossibly…
about those things that excite her, ecstatically:
sex and socialism, “romantically”. Where went my brain-
where could it be? Where went my courage,confidence and surety.
Love is crazy and now I see. For I have lost my game
to Julie Z.
Silly me, silly me. I feel imprisoned by Julie Z.

"New Age"
Can it really be close to the end of days? So much has changed since my youth. I once seen poverty, but now I see extremely poor. I once seen wealthy, but now I see extreme greed.
Extreme need is not necessarily needed. When a neighbor next door has failed his fellow man, the community will soon follow. When days are gloomy and nights are believed to be bright, what will come of our tomorrow?
Gangsters and pimps are role models, and police and governments are hated. Said to be the enemy by most, they have no words of hope, but show signs of a fragile confidence. Which reflects on all inhabitants: vacillating and uncertainty.
Every waking day is one of dread. The face of earth has been broken, cracked, built upon, and refashioned into the devils grand design. Grudgingly, she has accepted the insane desires of her children; in hope that they might come to their senses. And now she is on deaths bed.
A weakened and unclean spiritual mother, now watches on. Quaking and vomiting, from the drug, called chaos; being administered in her veins, so often. The men, that were placed as her guardians have taken bribes…
Filled pockets and sexual promiscuity is the way of this new world. Morality is often forsaken, as haughtiness is often mistaken: courage is what they call it. To have the courage, to take away love and peace…is considered valiance, in this “brave” new age.


"Angels Prayer II"

….do not think that my faith will be shaken or shattered. For my asking of the task, at hand, is but a faith builder, my Lord.
If you have a morsel of doubt, about my role of choice, trust and believe that Heaven is my home. There will be no other-be it your will. A decision that’s never been hard.
I have no memory of a childhood, at play. No springtime, no summer, no autumn, nor recollection of bundling to stay warm.
And so, to limit this request (before asking turns into begging), I would be such a good boy-as I am a good angel. I’ve never seen a snow storm.
The hot drinks and soups, that they seem so fond of. Those, I could enjoy. Therefore, from a very expectant boy: consider my human emotion;
Picture my happy face, and be merciful. And if your answer be one of my denial, I am understanding. Your wisdom is an ocean. Amen.

"Lady of Rage"
My food has been like that of the vultures, of late: scraps of mice guts, road killed deer, and feces from the fattest farm pigs. Is it my fate?
This is how a lover feels, after a dismembered companionship. From a flirt, to a lust, to a love; and then misunderstandings, leading to abandonment.
I have a hate, within my soul…that runs so deep. I have a revulsion for men, that is colder than any Antarctic retreat.
A poisonous violence, courses through my veins now. The fantasy of love, marriage, and childbirth, seems completely insane now.
This is how a lover feels, after a dismembered companionship. From a flirt, to a lust, to a love; and then misunderstandings, leading to abandonment.
Give me the pleasure, that is derived from the work of a whore. Give me joy that is found in the fan of a serial murderer: rotten to the core.
This is how a lover feels, after a dismembered companionship. From a flirt, to a lust, to a love; and then misunderstandings, leading to abandonment.


"Picture This"
The weather mans prediction of freezing temperatures, and snow is fulfilled by mornings light. The children are up early, looking outside at the spectacle, with hopes of you approving their planned playtime; faces bright.
You have thoughts of hot cereal: cream of wheat or oatmeal. The kids vote for cocoa and warm muffins. With no second thoughts, you throw a log onto the fireplace, and preheat that old oven.
This is the winter of Christmas tales and Holidays that have come and past. Paint a picture, and keep it within your cluttered mind. Remembering it, to make it last.


"Deceived"


Reality is defined of all you can touch.
Tangibility, and not instinct.
Believe not in your eyes, and your ears, but trust in
what is the solid truth.
This opinion is inspired by the brightest of human minds.
Do they not know of the wind, or the heat of the sun; does not
the presence of static electricity demand acknowledgement?
How have the brightest of minds been deceived so utterly and complete?
So total is this definitive mistake, that millions have suffered-
suffering still in this very day.
Deception has outwitted the minds of men. It has not undergone their
inspections, and has withstood their detection:
A reality that is more tangible than their own.


"A Beautiful Voice"
His voice is like a much needed meal: wholesome and fulfilling;
Outstanding! And commanding, so much strength in its tone. So suggestive and so…willing.
Read to me, I would say to this enticing voice.
Sing to me, I will beg and rejoice.
If he is willing to teach me from school books…
I would let him speak the lessons, as I clean and cook.
I would let him lullaby me to sleep, as a baby girl;
I would rather hear the voice of this man, before any voice in the whole world.
Robust yet gentle, it beckons for my attention:
and now I understand why God gave men permission…
to speak in the sacred temples. And to preach the gospel of prophets;.
For any man that has a voice such as this, defies all logic.
I can’t focus on devilish installments, nor meditate
on evil intentions.
I can only hear his wishes…loving every word he
mentions.


"A Second Wish"
I failed to think before making my wish;
And now I am saddened because of this.
I wanted a sled for a fun-filled slope;
and what fun I had, uplifting my hopes.
The day was long and finally ended;
My return to the group home was not as splendid.
And now I lay me down to sleep, and how I miss…
the motherly love, the bedtime stories, the goodnight kiss.
Oh how I need that second wish;
the one that’s given by wizards of bliss.
I would think much more than I did before others;
I would wish so hard for a brand new mother.


"Dance of Nature"
Have you ever seen the performance of nature?
Leaves waltzing with wind
Trees trembling with delight
Fowl at play with chipmunks
The deer leap and nuzzle
Bunnies peek from burrows
Sparrows sing a song then the clouds begin to gather,thunder beats as drums
the buzz of honeybees
who have reaped much pollen;
the fox and the bear seek
a shelter for cover…
comes sprinkle of rains
comes lighting strike
squirrels leaping through trees
and step by step
the dance goes on.

"My Holiday Wallet" All through the year my wallet has
been steadfast and subservient to my needs;
my meals were bought, though budgeted
and my gasoline was purchased ,timely: though with greed.
My wallet is that of cow-hide leather
Sturdy, stoic, durable, and compacted when full;
I have to be careful around my kids,
and this easy with springs soft breeze and summers hefty pull.
But not so simple, later in the year.
No, not simple at all during times of holidays.
It becomes quite ill, one might say:
floppy, lazy, pouty, and limply, becomes my wallet; unlike Santa’s sleigh.

"The Source"
The human heart is very unique and mysterious in
all its ways. It is said that the brain commands it take action.
It is said that the brain receives life giving blood, in return.
Thus the balance of life continues, uninterrupted.
Undisturbed and undeterred, the cycle goes on.
It is said that the brain animates the body, and needs
no animator.
Could the scholars be wrong?
The human soul is so mysterious, and also complex,
in all its ways. Often said to be a hoax; our spiritual selves…
very much real.
Much more greater than flesh and bones; the soul is not
Matched. An animator, all its own.
It empowers the brain.
And this cycle too…goes on.

"Remembering Love"
Reminiscing on our love…remembering our times:
Remembering who we used to be- when we were fine.
We survived in a world where hatred prowls;
because of my fair skin and your dark, they scowl.
We survived the cold stares, from those that lack
intelligence;
so our origins are both different. But, this has no
relevance.
Our love was one of elegance- so graceful;
so sexy, so quenching, so tasteful.
In winter we snuggled close.
Keeping our bodies warm. Like coats.
Our sensualities and sexualities were brave;
their conditioning and their forbidding gaze…
were non-existent in our love affair.
And then their hatred(out of nowhere) was there.
It had found our weaknesses, and it had penetrated;
Their vicious lust, more powerful than our own,
was sated.
A bitter ending to a most heartbreaking game.
The love they took away, has left me insane.


"Untitled" You came into my life so unexpected, you came out of nowhere, or so it seemed
Seduced by your voice, enchanted by your words, filling my heart, my mind, and my soul sight unseen
You came into my life so quiet and calm; you slid into my bed without even a touch, so natural, and right
Was it fate; Destiny; a spell?
You opened a world of darkness, and love, a world of dreams, and nightmares- fantasies and realities, thought of but never spoken
You are to me a journey, a novel, a poem not yet finished, pages yet to be written, a future with endless possibilities
You came into my life so unexpected, you came out of nowhere, or so it seemed….
"Strange Dream Come True"
The door was closed and the room was dark
The light shinning underneath from out in the hallway insisting on being seen
The muffled murmurs of people downstairs, the music drifting up through the night, the clinking of glass against glass, toasts to the New Year
The dull thud of footsteps coming up the stairs, the racing of my heart, sweat, my mind wanting to escape, but nowhere to go
The sound of the door knob turning, the creak of it opening slowly, cautiously
The silhouette of a man standing at the thresh hold, his form looms against the light, hesitating
His breath uneven, the smell of tobacco and alcohol drifts into the room, a step, and then two,
The door was closed and the room was dark…
A sense of him moving closer, the room becoming smaller
His weight on the edge of the bed,
Trying not to move, maybe he’ll leave
A touch, gentle, shaking with anticipation, the air filled with fear
A sound, laughter from the hallway, a jolt of reality
He stands, he turns, a step, and then two
The sound of the door knob turning, the creak of it opening slowly, cautiously
The silhouette of a man standing at the thresh hold, his form looms against the light hesitating
His breath uneven; the smell of tobacco and alcohol is being sucked out of the room.
The door closed and the room was once again dark.

"En Habi’Tat"
Precious flesh of the living...
Precious made by the lord.
I see you, as I watch.
I want you in my life,
to overshadow that, which
is called dark.
I ache to possess all that you have…
all that I have not. I long to be inside
of you with all of my flow:
with all my power, I need I need you so.
I need you now, oh precious flesh.
Never given to me, but a gift from
your birth.
Let me inside! Let me bleed your blood,
let me feel as you feel.
Oh flesh of mine, cover me and make
form. Empower me now that your
heart is mine. Let me inhabit you;
O’ precious flesh, my desire. My dream,
my goal. Let me pour all that is the best
of me, into the best that is you.

"Contribution"
What does one such as I, have to give to a society of so many
different insights: the views and points of views of those that think they see the light,
and those that wonder if I am right.
As a manifestation, I help to create the lifestyle- which is actually
a realm of current realities.
Without my input and outreach that currency would cease,
without me the words such as trend or phase would be obsolete.
I am here to make the emotions known and the mind of reason
take action;
I design the new and improved dimensions of eroticies that
intrigue one lovers old attractions.
While this world is insatiable of desires and brow-raising ideas,
I relieve them of old technologies;
I make that which was in demand seem odd,
and that which was avoided, a prodigy.
As one soul of mankind, this is what I offer. This which
should not be snubbed out: my commitment to mankind.
"Aromatic"
To follow what you see and what you
may or may not hear, is stated as the old
and only way- to find a truth.
When in fact they are very new, and can be easily manipulated,
than that of a sleuth.
Have you examined the elements that bring
about the scent of joy?
Or analyzed the ingredients that come together
in creation of a spring breeze: the flowers, the new warmth, and brightest greens displayed by trees?
Decide with your nose, if the men you are speaking
with are trustworthy or of a threatening nature…
decipher that which is the odor on perfumed
clothes, rather than the odor of a fruit filled flavor.
With the nose, there is no enemy that can deceive,
nor a mimicracy between two leaves.
No expression unseen, no germ unknown;
Seek out now, and understand the power that all of us are given…
with our nose.


"Untitled II"
The beauty of my dog is one unmatched
not because of his size or his color, or his hatred for cats.
But because of his breed and his nature.
A Siberian Husky: big and warm, and appreciation of any favor.
So protective and so loving, my Sebastian is; so sensitive around my friends, such a companion he is.
The long walks we take, in the snow,
seem to give him joy: he beams up at me, his face all aglow.
From the time of his first weeks here
To the days of these fall and winter months, he brings me cheer.


"Children of Freedom"
Shying away from monarchy, they pioneered our past… and into our future.
From advancing wagoneers, to creation of model A frames, they defied the obstacles.
They staked their claim and colonized our land,
as if quite super...
Trekking through miles of grassland, giving way to plains,and even mountains- they were unstoppable.
From ambitions to separate, to the desire to integrate. And though they battled, for the showing of personality they soared.
Empowering our name of simplicity, into the
United States!
Establishing independence from our Fathers, and granting freedom to our loyal swords…
We are the chosen.
Of our lords

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