In Honor of George Floyd

Life is passing between
Our bodies and our head
But a knee to the neck
Has resulted in dead

Where is humanity
In looting and riot
Yet when we knelt in peace
They disliked our quiet

A matter of inches

A matter of inches
A one-eighty surprise
In the blankness of new
A discovery lies

Adjusting our sails for
Fresh wind and direction
A vertical compass
Artistic expression

Eye of the hurricane

Eye of the hurricane
In an essence of All's
In the vast universe
Godless cold with fireballs

Where the arm of the past
And the future arm meet
In the fifth position
On two pointed-toes feet

I thought of you today

I thought of you today
Like a once well-read book
Put back-up on the shelf
Without a second look

Chapter after chapter
Until the words "The End"
We were the co-authors
And now no longer friend

Forty-eight syllables

Forty-eight syllables
My spine, my vertebrae
Not altering structure
Always changing display

And yet I stand firmly
Unnoticed and untapped
My posturings feel like
Gifts already unwrapped

Words like Jackson Pollack

Words like Jackson Pollack
The phrasing and the pause
Brushstrokes topographic
The word or dangling clause

Touching the stamen root
In the abstract of bloom
Erupting Saint Helens
To disrupt the weft loom

When there is nothing left

When there is nothing left
Last echo, empty palm
Not even mere fragments
Of small dust resting calm

When wishes don't ripple
In the deepest of wells
When stars seem to side-step
When the universe quells

We, the society

We, the society
Locking both swords and shields
Expressing our hatred
War without battlefields

Enjoyment for some while
Others seek better schools
Justice, correctness are
Not majority rules

Previous admission

Previous admission
Standing firm as Stonehenge
This is not mowing grass
Or some droplet of tinge

In both shadows and light
Is a pinnacle Truth
Time cannot reshape it
Evident without sleuth

In this melancholy

In this melancholy
An unsatisfied want
Plunging into pointless
Where my derision haunt

Always taking the bait
Or chasing the carrot
Until my sense of worth
Buoys me with merit

Fallen from the abstract

Fallen from the abstract
Fear for the human race
Finding reality
Upfront and out of grace

Sadness and infighting
Romeo, Juliet
A plague on both houses
Montague, Capulet

We are not defined by

We are not defined by
Astrology or gods
But perceptions are true
The yes, no, maybe nods

All of us ghost writers
In the circle or out
Impressions wrong or right
Give truth a boxing bout

This moment of begin

This moment of begin
The internal panning
Seeking for some solace
Rather than fire fanning

Reacting to much less
Emotions are hard wood
Blooms only on new growth
So it is, as it should

Dreams two point nine miles out

Dreams two point nine miles out

The flat line of a heart

The silence of sound waves

Or where here and there part

Casting past the shimmers

Or white petals of moon

Like light through ajar doors

The escape for marooned

We are the new ancient

We are the new ancient

In the present ago
All of everything now
Shuffles into shadow

Community fabric
Neighborhood tapestry
A mantle turning shroud
Transient majesty

Asking the right questions

Asking the right questions
And calling my own bluff
Seeking to self-propel
When enough is enough

Raising myself up to
A better vantage point
In order to assess Life
And not feel disappoint

Have I truly matured

Have I truly matured
Childlike discoveries
A scarlet tanager
Details not summaries

And will I never cease
To be amazed - the joy
Of science and nature
Emphasizing the boy

My heart breaks when yours breaks

My heart breaks when yours breaks
All of water is one
'Though we cast two shadows
It's a singular sun

In the hole of lost hope
We thread it with future
So the heart can heal fast
Resume after suture

Spent my fortune of years

Spent my fortune of years
With little precision
The sense of an altar
Without a religion

Regretful and boastful
But not leaving a mark
A silence succumbs us
Those who whisper not hark