Twisted Thought

My sweet mother was raw,dear she said I wasn’t was she saw. She told me over again to gobe a man of honor but not bold. Sweet mother earth receive me,for twisted devices men deceiving. My sweet mother said son comeas we all fall to bed under the sun. Mother hear me call raw desolate,blind…

Touch

Send the stormfor the grass is needy.Send me touchfor I am so greedy. Touch is blissskin feels so softI trip myself up attimes send me aloft. The sheets tell usthe story of ourselves.Our emancipationit can’t fit on shelves. Make me winefrom the torrent pain,find that spot againand let the bliss reign. Make the ashes uswhere…

Scar Tissue

Foreign in psychediving in yellow fieldsabove the fruited planes;making amber yields. Men and women stoutwhose wisdom is measuredby assured righteousnesstruth walks in the sun. Discovering seeds ofa new day up in the horizonwhile I delve myself in hell;at night I am consumed. Realistic visionsI am my prisonwhat have words spilled now? All I have wantedAll…