pour the damn cocktail

salt my rim

garnish my cherry

stir it and shake it

but pour the damn cocktail

muddle my mint

drop the sugar cube

layer it and mix it

but pour the damn cocktail

a virgin a toddy make it top shelf

swizzle my sour

give me a pick me up on the rocks

but pour the damn cocktail

make it neat

top it off with an umbrella

give me a water back

but pour the damn cocktail

a shooter a hurricane just a nip

can you make a syllabub

a nightcap at last call

just pour the damn cocktail

the silver lining

the silver lining is polished,
sterling and stainless.
blue eyes met in the back of your limo.
high minded and thinking of finding that beautiful life.
a whirlwind romance driving hard and fast.
floating off our feet we drove to the beach.
twice we said i do to “stand by me”  in my grandmother’s dress.
purple leather dresses and black leather belts.
twice we danced all night revelling in the french quarter.
stargazing a grand honeymoon on the rooftop sitting with peabody ducks.
we made love in the back of the rolls royce and head to the coast.
hit the highway across the great divide, landing in a city of angels.
twenty five years later looking back,
the silver lining is polished,
sterling and stainless.
a quarter centuries worth of champagne bubbles and stargazer lilies.
countless times ups and downs, parties and frowns.
created a trinity to the future. a trio of love, thrice set on the road.
my wish tree hung with lusty loves adventures.
a world travelled together side by side, searching for pleasures.
we feed each other the apple of life from the gourmets table.
looking forward to find our gold, i will meet you at that humble abode.
time carries sweet memories we have shared with desire.
the platinum ring, the band of gold all metals forged with hearts afire.
you crown my head with a wreath made of silver.
twenty five years later looking back,
the silver lining is polished,
sterling and stainless.

arabesque tessellation

i have been stung by the honeybee.

gather your nectar and come to me.

sting me, sting me again and again.

finding elation in arabesque tessellation.

seeking the veda with amber honey on my lips,

let your sultry dance give direction to my hips.

the clever tessellation of your delicate honeycomb,

your heraldic propolis seals the deal. i want roam.

nothing so sweet as royal jelly from a jar.

make me your queen of the palace at alhambra.

the swarm arches its body and flicks its wings,

sending ripples out in the universe like a metachronal wave that sings.

i have been stung and now i’m crazy in love.

the apiary drips with sweet honey from our hive.

sting me, sting me again and again.

finding arabesque elation in tessellation.

ragnorak

i shall begin again assumed to atone

Ragnarok is written on the rune stone

the ouroboros keeps chasing its tail

the twilight of the ruling powers at fates trail

do you still want to know?

ancient’s clues buried in the flood and then drought

the roots are well planted the branches are strong

the tree of life will burn and then sprout

written in the stars the story is long

do you still want to know?

a cross to bare at kalish or cusco in caves so sparse

every culture the prose foretold

in epic and poetic in legend and farce

it is all there to bare on the cross of hendaye

do you still want to know?

this time the cycle brings brimstone to plasma

the first day will meet the last for one is the all

volcanoes erupting at convergence shaking the earth off axis

153 degrees of separation at latitude 45 on the atlas

the great measurement in the pyramid and  the fish of vesica

new poles longitude 72 degrees west 81 degrees east

i shall begin again assumed to atone

Ragnarok is written on the rune stone

the ouroboros keeps chasing its tail

the twilight of the ruling powers at fates trail

a paper doll needs a long black veil

the smell of your scents memory inside the chifferobe door

a paper doll cuts the line and makes me wale

i wish i had never seen you lying on that cold hard floor

slowly turning, turning a deep shade of blue

dreaming of a soul singer you had  your last pure thoughts

to have known and shared and cared with you

i measured all the lessons that you had taught

through my childlike eyes a dance of pretty is as pretty does

a paper doll is a fragile artful lasting invention of necessity

it hurts to be beautiful repeats in mature eyes like a  honey bee buzz

a paper doll’s long black veil falls from folded tabs with life’s brevity

a paper doll needs a long black veil

moon mirror

the sun gazes into the moon mirror
seeing its reflection it bows out for the night
i can see melodies mirror in the sky for selene

melodies mirror in the sky for selene
a lucid dream of dancing moon beams

jumping into the looking glass with no fear
take my hand as libration begins its dance at twilight
i can hear melodies mirror in the sky for selene

melodies mirror in the sky for selene
a lucid dream of dancing moon beams

waning and waxing making us blue waiting a saros
the power pulls my  body like the torque of tidal locking
i can feel melodies mirror in the sky for selene

melodies mirror in the sky for selene
a lucid dream of dancing moon beams

a secret worship love that brought hedone to phsyche and eros
the eclipse betrays the parallax and is quite petrubing
i can smell melodies mirror in the sky for selene

melodies mirror in the sky for selene
a lucid dream of dancing moon beams

a vintage comet  passes not  disturbing its orbit
the moon wraps me in  power and cuts like a crescent
i can taste melodies mirror in the sky for selene

melodies mirror in the sky for selene
a lucid dream of dancing moon beams

remember the mothman

remember, how could you forget?
etched in the being of our time.
prophesied through the years to come alive.
the energy felt long before the act.
where was the mothman?

out across the bridges walking faster.
turning over shoulders looking back.
watching the towers fall and feeling the impact.
looking up with disbelief, a black debris cloud rolled.
bringing a time break, a before and an after.

remember, how much trauma marked in the dna?
the numbers have recursive meanings,
9/11, 19 hijackers, 3 towers, 4 planes, 3000 plus lives changed.
and the pictures never go away.
to burn or take the power in a leap of faith intervening.

false flags flying and the holy war changing the laws, doesn’t really matter
heros grab the glory, showing love in true human spirit.
raising a new universal flag from the tatters.
catch a glimpse of the evil without merit.
where was the mothman?

a divided house full of patriots will always fall.
stand united and we feel the revelation.
listen to the nature of the beast.
a cryptid, a moth, an owl, an eagle,
bringing the message on their wings.
where was the mothman?

remember, the truth is on the soul,
raise it up from down in the hole.
the silence in the air gone and the numbers added up.
the aftermath calculated and hope celebrated.
never forget, just look up a new building stands.