Poetry continued

No,no,no I wish that I could find the words so I could tell you what its like being downtown in the city watching all the people on the street And she don't care - no she's not thinking of me She doesn't know that - I'm alive She don't care - 'sides maybe there's another that's she's in love with - What chance have I? Well I head out on the street until I can get some sleep I know someday soon we'll meet Until that moment ... So I head out on the street hoping somewhere soon we'll meet and until then - baby please Keep looking for me I promise not to be annoying But can you try to understand? I can't keep on the way I'm going cause after all,I'm - just a man No, no, no, don't freak out or say you hate me Just because I've lost my nerve Yes, Yes, Yes - For sure, I'll always love you And I will give you what you deserve Well I head out on the street until I can get some sleep I know someday soon we'll meet Until that moment ... So I head out on the street hoping somewhere soon we'll meet and until then - baby please Keep looking for me kayaky Back to the top Render unto Caesar The price of love is paid these days in blood and sweat and tears
where nothing in this world is free and our pleasures cause us fear
No wishes made for peace and harmony within this universe or hope for true love is delivered
as love through us alone is cursed unless Caesar has approved it
A simple smile, or glance between us shall raise the wrath of God
and summer storms of sixth degree that all should fail their cause
and leave us shattered on the street and wounded by the laws
but kings and queens show deference to their subject's supplication
and pass their judgement more cautiously to the weak's humiliation
Or better still the mangey few who understood at once their need -
and kept them happy where they slept
dreaming we all are the fools in glass and stone they seek
but who actually throw them biscuits, floral wrapped
so the mighty once placated may suffer us the love we share
or less likely confiscate it
For no Caesar could command that force, -our love cannot be earned
or gained in battle to the death such love would just be spurned
Its fused in spirit not the flesh
no way to change the heart
Only battered souls coincident
at least this much we've learned kayaky Back to the top

Friendship, love and lust

So what's the way you feel with me? he asked his fair companion the 'what' you guessed- while still feeling fine, she answered in this fashion the friendship, love, and lust I've felt it comes at different times and I've no shame to feel that way when your're with me - oh love of my mine but then the way we were today... we walked and ran and played We've never needed words for fill and time just slipped away I love the satisfaction of days glowing to their end and never have I felt - as fine since I could count you friend but now I find the days are long when you're not by my side I reach for someone who's not there and that's helped me to decide my dear our friendship's simply not enough the sun's setting casts me doubts when you're not close its then I fear to see my setting suns without or arise when you're not near and in the darkest moments of the night I awaken with my soul forsaken and lonely in my lonely bed wishing that empty spot was taken by a friend who is my lover who conjurs lust from love reshapened whose heat is fired by passion creating bliss that has me shaken though today my love is taken tomorrow I will be yours and yours for evermore. kayaky Back to the top

The Fall of Couples

The harvest moon stands witness to constancy of life that finds relief from constancy by changing hearts and strife A chilling change in seasons decay's smelt in the grass rising mist from warmer waters Not frozen yet like glass For yesterday was summer no leaves were on the ground and couples loved each other while warmth was all around But temperatures have fallen cold, nothing grows at night and distant howls are calling desperate prayers by candle light "Will we last the winter with wind borne snow and ice or will we fade to blackness because we chose to fight?" A better change of season to harvest what we sow No need for better reasons as fallen fruit may grow Something deep inside us was planted in the sun that flourishes with snow melt and blooms in everyone kayaky Back to the top

Impressionless

I was taken by the shadow of the moving bus in the sunlit artifacts of morning, leaving impressions, however fleeting, of our presence, first there, then gone, oh how could that be? A beautiful voice caught my ear In the lazy evening, tickling my Interest as it wafted by with sweet tones of love in words that faded into the night I knew they had been but was I dreaming?, just like that they were gone like I'd come and gone watched my shadow move impressing sunlit entities and then within a flickering instant things had passed swept by the waves on seashore sand washed with shells and life Washed footsteps, where my feet had been, where we had been but were no more kayaky Back to the top

Death by Email

too weak to type too steeped in sadness. all this just because retribution was swift pin point accurate like a smart neutron bomb with buildings standing but their humanity gone for without your breath could they breathe? for without your light could they see without you could they live? nourished child left to starve through Mornful afternoon and night when left alone allowed thought and flight from real words that now won't come not the way soul mates would have done i nstead death, all is death and black as the night without your air without your light without you until I was finished but I am finished dying I am finished extinguished my love by love I am done j'expiré kayaky Back to the top

Hollowness

In a world that doesn't owe us anything or anyone I had found my one true love but today she's not beside me memories won't be good enough Its a hollow heart that's in me she's not running at my side and I've had enough of lonely hollowness is deep inside Letting go would be surrender Holding on in pain is rough but I'd bear that pain and sorrow for the memory of her love I know our time is short here fewer seconds left than past and I wonder if the seconds left without her could be traded if I asked I would trade the time without her for another day in love with the woman who once loved me just one day would be enough kayaky

Two Pines

The white pine sapling, barely four feet tall, was planted in the fall of 1865 with the cataclymic collapse of its parent. Felled by a lightning strike, that majestic tree came crashing down to earth, embedding seeds and pine cones into the improbable gravel and rock that would give birth to new life. The great hulk of wood lay across the nearby stream bed serving up a causeway for all, hikers and animals. Over time it had been worn smooth with branches left strategically to offer handholds to those that needed them. Time passes slowly for trees, they don't move much unless the wind blows but there are the movements of animals and humans, sometimes stopping for quick relief, othertimes, snapping off a piece of bark or simply holding them selves up for a good scratch. Across the creek another sapling white pine had stemmed from that same crash. The two of them became aware of each other through the transit of pine nuts and chatter between the squirrels that had adopted them as haunts. The forest chatter boxes could climb then and screech at the neighborhood. A neighborhood, which in general, could care less about screeching and more about the peace and quiet that had settled in since the great storm of '65. But with the passage of years, change took place. That convenient transit point was replaced by humans and their small bridge since the trail that had been used so casually became much busier. The new traffic left the pines alone. The human folk had grown accustomed to the saplings and they'd grown so that in 1917 as the early vehicles started plying the roads, many would stop and admire them while crossing. The two pines had become trees. They'd sway gracefully in the breeze, only vaguely aware of each other, peaceful, graceful, growing imperceptably, oblivious to the traffic while broadening their expanse with the passing of each summer, growing higher, and stronger, roots finding new grabholds, nooks and crannies to hold the earth ever more tightly. Then one day, there arose spirit within them. The hearts of those trees had grown so large that the spirit of the spring could flow into them and remain. Each tree was given its own spirit and the life force within them grew to sustain itself in an awesome presence. No longer were they simply trees but living things with their own righteous place in the universe. At that moment the two, which had been saplings were capable of creating their own pine cones. They wanted to be together but meters and water separated them. So they remained passively, as trees do, patient and reserved as the years passed them by until one spring morning they sensed their outer branches had touched. At that moment a transfer of life force took place between them, a passing of energy and spirit, they had become joined in a most unique way. All that passed their way were moved to stop and admire the now great white pines that reached over the bridge and mingled their branches in an arching canopy. The full reach of those magnificent pines was an inspiration to all that saw them as they had somehow survived the years, and the press of civilization to become forever entwined as one. kayaky Back to the top

The Cold Town

Grim northern town is stirring
the sun, too cold, won't rise
past frigid trees and frozen lakes
all lined by ice blue skies
The cold, cold, ground lies silent
for there is no comfort under snow
that's hard and snaps with footsteps
cursing engines that won't go
Ice fog hangs low on dwellings
smoke eeks up then shivers down
along the barren streetscapes
where dark creatures can be found
cold haunts their doors and windows
for the heat that hides inside
for any spark of warmth that lives
with no fire - no life would thrive
That hardy life in coats and boots
which peeks from touques and smiles
with wooden gestured stiffened breath
and dreams of southern climes

kayaky 

snowflakes

snowflakes
alight in the pale light
some held aloft
dance playfully
among the tree boughs
its christmas time and
love is coming down
moonbeams muffled by moondogs
warm the wintry sky
making my path clear
and bright on this
most wonderful
winter night

kayaky



Merry Christmas



We love snow for christmas

it lets us go and play

In drifts of powdery whiteness

not work our lives away



The luxury of the holidays

Let's sleep past bright sunrise

In goose down cosey sleigh beds

to clear those baggy eyes



And sinful treats that meet us

are chocolat sweet and good

for once a year, this season comes

to eat, its understood



Just give one gift that's frivolous

not practical or plain

a gift that one-  might like to get

not ties, or socks that day



And do something for someone else

but never let them know

its coming from one's inner self

where only goodness flows



Praise the lord or pray you must

This christmas time so white

a prayer from us to change our world

Merry Christmas for all - good night



kayaky *********Have a Nice Day**********