Arrival In Greece

Arrival In Greece

when I came to
time passed
seasons changed 
storms turned into rainbows
and
rainbows turned into storms
I don't remember hearing this morning
when I came to
my tongue spoke languages  
unfamiliar to me
subtitles unnecessary 
I thought it was my native tongue
no translation necessary
she understood every utterance
when I came to
Ovidean script written in Greek pen
crawls slowly against the ceiling
like a Hollywood marquis
wrinkled white toga
seen strewn across the other side of the room
when I came to
swimming in the waters of myself
perspiration
floating backwards 
morning sun shining down upon me
no
that was your eyes 
peering into my present state of helplessness
when I came to
I heard her say something
whisper something
barely aud...

Everytime

(Lyrics to the wedding song I had sung to my wifey by my best friend... she had no idea I wrote and composed the music... special moment...)

everytime
I think of you
there I am staring into space
my mind just wonders off
and there I am in another place
holding hands with you
while we walk along a sandy shore
and everytime I turn around
I find I'm needing you more and more

just to run my hands slowly through your hair
please don't mind if I stare
too long
I hope this is what it seems
and is not a dream
so much love I feel
it must be wrong

without an invitation 
you searched and found the key
and unlocked the doors to me
and there`s no way that I can lose
because you'll be the one
I'll choose

everytime
you call my name
reality just fades away
I get so wrapped up inside y...

Commitment

(true story.... but the "thing" didn't work out down the road)
 
I am quite sure I know
exactly
what you are looking for
 
closely studying the billboard signs erected along the highways of your life
reading between the lines
rolling down the window on the drivers' side
slowing my pace
taking a good look at your face
as you speak in parables over dinner
neither of us saints
neither of us a hardcore sinners 
destined to be rescued at the last minute

all of this is a test
sometimes
the key is just to be in it until the end
and the parables you speak aloud are quite unique
in that all of us are different
but travel in the same boat
in the same water we float until the tide pulls us to shore
so
I know
exactly
what you are looking for
 
I can only tell you th...

Blue Lights In The Basement

(loved this album back in high school...)
 
blue lights in the basement
Roberta and Donny sing to me
slowly
softly 
getting me closer to you in the dark corner by the washer
dryer 
and clothesline
 
secluded moments
whispered words uttered
not to be remembered tomorrow
neither one of us could translate
anticipating
from the moment the first slave chain rattled onto the Savannah shoreline
dollars laid hand to hand
as she cried
and pleaded for her children in muffled silence
she was next in line
eventually
becoming my turn to writhe not in unspeakable pain
but to be transfixed with you in the corner of this basement while
Norman Connors takes me away on his spaceship
tonight
on time arrival
never late
 
trying to comprehend the juxtaposition between pain 

With Lust

(didn't know I had these many in the attic!)

lust
seduced me into a moment of unfaithfulness
drawing in my wandering gaze
your fingers 
felt reaching out to me in a dimly lit hallway
running sinfully through my hair
filling my mind with a myriad of thoughts
social
historical
carnal 
poetic thoughts

door left ajar
low light seen on the night stand
creeping
again
along the dimly lit back hallway 
not wanting to get caught red handed
satisfying my moment of gratification

but
I couldn't help myself

was transfixed
mesmerized  
lusting
when I saw the first three lines of your poem

fever pitched curiosity 
hating the term
"nosey"
but it is what it is
and that's alright

the first three lines of your poem
s...

Yesterday's Menu

maybe

if stars were aligned then
and my fingers were crossed
all my piggy bank coins 
emptied into the wishing wells at the mall
clicking the red heals of my converse sneakers
closing my eyes
wishing
I were home with you

maybe

some moments would find us in the kitchen
at the dinner table
feverishly exchanging stanzas in notebook pads
tit for tat
holsters empty
shells of verbs
adjectives
nouns found on the carpet
quiet storm smooth grooves in the background
incense igniting the mood in soft misty clouds

maybe

in the kitchen
at the dinner table
a gluttonous glance 
the menu would have been
you
five courses
could be more
toss salad
entree 
gravy dripping on my shirt
I didn't mean to be so messy in my haste to 
consume the evening meal

Touche

(last one... back to the business of being a well-behaved poet)

I was not really unfaithful
or having a cheating moment
a relapse of the days
or more like
uneven
but gloriously blissful
intoxicating and
unapologetic nights
when I came to her shores to sow my wild oats

and you 
up and about
doing this
doing that
no unusual expression on your face 
as I sat here
ashamedly and apologetic about my 
unintentional moment of unfaithfulness

not sure what lit the fuse
something on the TV
something out of the blue made me think of her 
and that moment 
or
moments we shared so long ago
when I got up early
to make donuts with extra oats
and whole wheat 
we were very health conscious then

her smell
her touch
the aroma of the aftermaths 

Old Testament

pouring down
like the Noah forty day downpours
covers my earth
overflowing my seas
blackness
my vision
nothing can be seen
 
your touch
sends signals to my brain
bypassing detour signs
and blinking street lights along the way
just missed a collision
something coming from the other direction
ignoring speed limits
 
lightning strikes
unseen
thunder stirs my silence
a momentary twitch
and I am upright 
once again
 
floods
I hear the waves outside
calling my name
public address announcer
SCREAMING

"next"
 
it ends
blackness gone
the carnage lay before me
seas
recede back to the arid of yesterday
 
your touch
signals returns acceptable speed limits
pedestrians
green...

Crayons

it is the morning after
the sunlight finds us purple
where hours before I was blue
and you were a red
black on the left 
white on the right
blending into a beautiful shade of gray
and when the morning came
a wonderful box of crayons we became
because I loved you
and you loved me
together
we melted the whole box on the steamy radiator
our portrait
is where we lay

She Made Love To Me

(Last one for The Poetess...)

she made love to me
 
I couldn't help myself
my will was weak
my spirit
vulnerable to impending moments of passion
let me tell you all about it
 
she wanted to make love to me
but didn't know how
and after the evening meal was consumed
we sat in the living room
together
looking at each other
two restless panthers in a circus cage
feeling each other out
looking for the perfect opportunity to gain an advantage
 
the Smokey Robinson CD never fails
but it did tonight
 
the incense and candles
would always have us on the floor
knocking over chairs
lamps
anything that wasn't nailed down
prompting knocks on the door
or the floor
from angry neighbors downstairs
 
but tonight
she wanted to make love ...