Ashes


Ashes to ashes

I am still a Buddhist

Loving to Love

The love that knows love

The way Love should be loved

Dust to dust

I am still a Buddhist

Chanting to chant

Chanting for Love

Loving to chant

Like smoke I spread

Disappearing I am still all

And everywhere, I rise

And Fall

I am still a Buddhist

The colorless exhale

Once the wind blows

From ashes to dust

Burning yet yearning to exist

Still, I am Buddhist

 born, created from ashes

Check, Me Out


Waiting for that day
when I can ride above
and know that I am better
than those who aren’t
Hearing that click
after the rustling of straight-edged
in-voices that thank me
for services rendered
for time served
with accuracy
and benefits I didn’t have
until then
But I can’t let him see me
waiting and praying and prancing
near stalking his mere existence
Knowing that I am waiting for that day
he best leave before he realizes
it won’t be today that I can exit smiling

Lately, I Care


Lately, I care
You only frequent a place
When only a certain 
Someone is there
Lately, I care
That that blessed friend
Doesn’t make an appearance
Like he used to
Lately, I care
That your lingerie arouses you
As much as it does me
Lately, I care
That you can make your hands
And lips
Feel the way mine does to you
Lately, I care
That I cared to notice
That I have been living all along
Lately, I care
That I wasn’t the one 
To teach you how to love me
Lately, I care
That it took an outlet
For me 
Lately, I care
About our adventures
Lately, I care
About when it’ll all end

Like me


                          Like Me

I found someone
Who feels just like me
Lying softly under the sun
Face up minus a tree
Whenever the wind sings
That someone turns around
So cold it stings
Changing its beauty brown
Don’t know if it fell gracefully
Or if it was laid there
Admidst all the green tastefully
Yet, alone without care 
For that is my double
I know this to be true
Onward, there is trouble
To be blown away, who knew?
I found someone
Who feels like me
If only I could run
I could be safe under a tree

Through the eyes of a child


Here I Am
Looking and noticing
All that is in my path
What does time change?
Even with repair
Things do wither
Yet, they still change
My younger self
Wishes to grow
While wishing to know
That I will see
The happiness and love
That made me laugh
And glow
And may what or who looks
Out at me, someday 
Pick me up like I cried in hunger
Or writhed in my drench
Shelter me with just a smile 
A while 
To remind me

(Casket) Ready


Adieus bidded

Pictures painted

Two hours on this stage

Still performing

Until

no makeup is needed

Even answering to Freddy

lets you know you

are funeral ready

At any time

In any place

You are

Because you have made amends

 

How can there be sorrow

when yesterday

they all looked forward to

a better tomorrow

Sometimes they never knew

you were bidding adieu

Then again

Neither did you

 Those fond memories

Oh how

they linger on

 

Of Life and Living



What Man

looks at a child

for the measure of his life


The backseat driver

caught looking right

appears to question the future

whereas a long glare left

spells déjà vu

The Man in the Rearview Mirror

chooses to look back

while the back sees only

his back

and the occasional Zorro-esqueness

Does the backseat smile

or does it stream tears and wails

heading down the highway

with life

driven by stability or insecurity

What Man

allows a backseat driver ride

without protection

Yet dictating his destination

Halting or enhancing

 the end result