stone gables and the freedom of dwelling in you...comfort. (R) hymku

wrapped in morning speaking monsoons walking turgid legs...hope. (R) hymku

endorsed morning chants; slip from my tongue to the ground...fragrance. (R) hymku

in my mouth the taste of a low humming, our late talkings. (R) hymku

dnt push my love-cup aside, grab for the pewter indifference. (R) hymku

gripped me by my sight, exploited my reverence and words. (R) hymku

caught within the rain, playacting our deliverances. (R) hymku

He anoints my head with oil, my cup runs over. (R) hymku

and the coldness seeped thru young old bones. young man awakens. (R) hymku

yeah, shooting needles in my arms for yesterdays contrivances. (R) hymku

who enslaves us stealing from the modern taste of liberty. (R) hymku

and under this young blueness my strength stirs, my limbs exhale. (R) hymku

holding my black brown yesterdays in tight lipped silences. (R) hymku

when I come riding my green horses against the tenement dust. (R) monoverse

day is hard as the might you gather from the ancients words. (R) hymku

the morning awaits you grabbing the strength of your fathers words. (R) monoverse

welcome home to my white seasons of knowing you. (R) hymku

the royal house is more than we anticipated. re educated in His ways. (R) monoverse

drew life, real life from the lips of that tome...bless you Yahweh! (R) hymku

rising from sleeps' strong arms...aretha sings new joy and dances. (R) hymku

casual and easy rainfall. on my back staring in the face of now. (R) monoverse

invested in more than...well...couldn't be sure...oh well. (R) hymku

148th young man life spread wide scent of promise and the tears sing. (R) monoverse

dingy curtains her eyes tracing the webs in the wall folds. (R) hymku

drone of cop cars...dirty hotel two men lost in tears and sex. #amsen17

the topsoil planted conspiracies. in your mouth sweet tastes. (R) hymku

this patchwork moment. old buik mid afternoon sails. (R) hymku

lopsided grin feeding my rituals along afternoon sand dreams. #amsen17

in Benyon's bathroom asking him to leave his wife for me. (R) hymku

memoirs read right to left. thoughts scrawled in elisions. (R) hymku

he brought the chasm swallowed day emitted a breathing moment in my arms. (R) monoverse

florida the place to escape eyes cold and fall into his arms hard. #amsen17

impromptu engagement meeting near old christmas tree he really wants the man next door. (R) monoverse

raped woman looking for bread crums of redemption light rain. (R) hymku

his poor thoughts led him thighs parted the song in anothers' mouth. (R) hymku

walked out the door long before the walk down the aisle...hurting. (R) hymku

met old faithful second floor stairwell cement sounds and feelings of...something. #amsen17

his version of climbing in my bed dry fireplace warm whisperings fall. #amsen17

would my nakedness offend the upbeat evening's chorus? (R) hymku

not satisfied with wheezing days...give me more than right now. (R) hymku

'cross the way Canterbury cafe. Lupe's smile touch me. (R) hymku

last fall the losing of my leaves your winters' cold glances. (R) hymku

your mouth sketches splendid facsimilies of life...(R) hymku

plaster of paris living-i was rash to pagan this. (R) hymku

this day I wore holy words. decked out in a peace not known. (R)hymku

more pubescent moments folding on me. (R)hymku

Septet #2

uptown man, yellow creole man...sun-kissed,

red flecks and bowed skies whistling against earth's

descant. i knew me. the silent walks I

took; exploring only those things the dark

concealed. considering eyes balanced be-

tween midnights, and the approaching morning.

in the distance this mezzo sings fluent.

©2011 Wordchestral Publishing

Abhanga #2

simple wish. just want a

man who consumes me. a

man who fashions one day

to adorn me.

©2011 Wordchestral Publishing

Octaves I, II, III

I.

listen to it...incessantly begging...

asking, struggling, and pulling a refrain

that grates on the nerves. ears usually

deaf to the primal growl; my guilty hands

to blame for opening the door. what door?

portals to the never-fulfilled, bottomless

pit of lust. citizen of Nod, a real

wanderer praying for redemption's touch.

II.

waited near a setting sun. old woman

shuffling down Broad St. purse full of scorched

nostalgia; stockings torn. her air, one of

peace. ...was difficult waiting for me to

scrape off last evenings' fear. i hear her old

age-darkened voice peeling back pain, taking

the dirt of insecurities; telling

me to live, to boldly go, get and grow!

III.

I used to dream monochromatic. I

used to walk carrying a pocket-full

of un-jaded freedom. Freedom not grown

in the palm of hardship, cultivated

out of pain...i used to approach the sun,

my blatant blackness loud and un-contained.

then I was reckless and fresh...times before

I grew up; introduced to this REAL life.

©2011 Wordchestral Publishing

Sonnet IV and V

IV

knew what incompletion felt like. once I

traveled extended years...journeyed through the

terrains of life giving of myself in

the hopes someone would reciprocate. knew

what giving all of me until I had

no more of me felt like. i lived it, most

of my life. eyes blinded by the brilliance

of fiber-glass stars accompanying

an imitation reality, and

for what? ive known the emptiness, ive drank

the bitter waters of nothing-else-to-

give. knew what incompletion felt like, tried

overlooking the loneliness. tried to

put up white-washed walls, like I had structure...

eventually I grew up, through the pain.

 

V

monitoring my life...considering

my ways. taking the candle, light splashing

the darkened floors of this unexplored soul.

what will I see? will I be prepared to

meet the hidden things; face the ignored things?

the fall of twenty eleven, I...made

thirty; lights dancing before fresh, opened

eyes; I took an inward look at me; saw

me for the first time...saw the little me

cowering in corners of hurt, painted

with fears and distilled aggravations.

...glanced into the eyes of neglect, the air-

dampened with numbness; I pushed myself to

face myself...healing and wholeness entered...

 

©2011 Wordchestral Publishing

heavy rainfall 3am chill im still awake loving Yah. (R)hymku

half cut grass side of the highway. headin home frm the job. (R)hymku

'round midnight ill trail my feet in darkened skies and languish. (R)hymku

carolinas' voice stroll across my ears. some sound ill wear. (R)hymku (to isj)

outside smells of iron. in me the nothingness of this life. (R)hymku

in sepia movement frozen against backdrop of life. (R)hymku

over gauze and tea fractured fireplace I guess we must leave. (R)hymku

turned me on dvd-like a feature to entertain your ennui. (R)hymku

for my book (Unrhymed Septet and Hymku)

Septet

I.

aint nothing but a southern negro son,

a god-made aria, married to my art.

desperately searching out a place to plant

a sapling of sound and breath. looking for

a brief pause just to sing...you know? that pause

to collect my tunes and bury them, spread

my own song across a thirsty earth-scape.

®hymku

parted thighs singing ancient songs; we will sail down mornings.

©2011 Wordchestral Publishing

for my book (Abhanga, Rime Royal)

Abhanga

the approaching evening

comes complete with gray chills.

his last cry, mountain fields

that die in me.

Abhanga

morning-old woman's cry

greets day with unabridged

weakness. Moist mem'ries slid

down my dry life.

rhyme-royal

I.

down Lexington and 45st street he

walked the walk of men condemned, that dead-walk.

passed me by, heard this swallowed 'hello.' seen,

that dangerous look, empty eyes that stalk.

it was May; the air full of peoples' talk

and he made it to her place. No greetings

only cold glances...sound of birds singing.

II.

i was a boy-man making men hobbies.

married to insecurities. i would

misplace my right to think; my body leased

loneliness I wore, reaching what I could;

I indwelled this structure blackened wood...

a house intended for empty mem'ries

and me trying to find those living keys.

©2011 Wordchestral Publishing

for my book (Unrhymed Sonnets)

Unrhymed Sonnets

I.

with baited breath, taming shrews-discordant

music that weaves a delicate tune out

of step with the goings-ons of your lies.

your feeble attempts to display a free-

dom well beyond your means; you, man; took the

last vestiges of black pride; of being

a 'man-type pride,' and littered our walk-ways

with tears and regrets and hidden fears strum

up chandelier-like. what aimlessness you

lived. in the back of grieving mornings, I

still approach the hope that you'll find a way

to adjust and become the man, the you,

you've been searching for. my man...re-claim your-

self, take back the sound and fury of you!

II.

i was game for the kind of sex you dished

out. made myself get in tune with below-the-

surface innuendos that only served

to heighten awareness of 'we.' when you

spoke in viola-dark music...when you

percussioned what was left of my resolve;

instinctively I composed a song form

of dusty tomorrows, sweaty limbs, and

a cashe of open pores drinking in each

brush, grunt, growl, moan...invoking that something.

My man, your riverdark whisperings leave

your voice tatooed, my neck; your food and I

willingly loose my footing, falling head-

long into your musculature-this...trip.

III.

...and day ignited in a dry soul. met

peace and rain-pour inhaling your breathing.

we were good. laying beneath silenced skies

your even breaths walking the length of my

rejoicing in church style hallelujahs'.

can't remember any moment as nice

and secure as this one, laying here in

your folds; becoming unified. my sound,

your sound-becoming our sound. bowing...to

tom-toms beating, your strong; deep eye-glances

bleeding re-newed passion over my form.

mannnnnn this be good! this be righteous! amid

the scent of silence, and singing rising

from earth-i...memorialize this now.

©2011 Wordchestral Publishing

nuzzled against the face of regret. women discussing. (R)hymku

redemptions' song each time you sail down afternoon moments. (R)hymku

eyes closing mind filled with thoughts of form and writing new works. (R)hymku

the need grates. finding herself in need of blue noise and you. (R)hymku

wrapped in you like persian rug. deposit your cold elsewhere. (R)hymku

bed of wood, whitewashed hands pulling sap frm phallic roots. (R)hymku

my man walked weary negro streets with wild bloodsongs in E. (R)hymku

speckled walls, lies hiding scared man drinking grief and cabernet. (R)hymku

what I need is touchmoan kisses and love that plants me. (R)hymku

thumbed through the pages of your flesh book real intriguing. (R)hymku

inspired to be wooden. desired to speak viola-like. (R)hymku

lonely man scaling walls of choice darkness. embroidered sight. (R)hymku

from between my breasts dangling sunsets. charm your lips. (R)hymku

like from the belly of drums you march my life...take my sound. (R)hymku

woman's breast stone mountain grieving eyes old as soil and rain. (R)hymku

old wicker dreams and brittle whispers leave me weak. (R)hymku

winds' nappy hair . sound congealed . in distance a woman cries. (R)hymku

baby this be liquor yo tongue in my mouth dancing hi. #blues #hymku

lift our sun cup, this maiden journey to a bronze love-chant. (R)hymku

turned eastward in hoping its love and not lust. stir-fry care. (R)hymku

anniversary of my mans' death look beyond this now. (R)hymku

love between us a long string o' emeralds adorn this neck. (R)hymku

my comings and goings leave hidden tastes. I speak in tongues. (R)hymku

every foot dances glazed pottery with your eyes embossed. (R)hymku

this wild scented day greets me with orchestras and mixed smiles. (R)hymku

I must run laughing and smelling the sound of philly. (R)hymku

you fixed me a bowl of your pulse heard the singing in me. (R)hymku

took that moment to remove sediment dreams that litter. (R)hymku

and I beheld - the menorah, light to eyes - seeing past dark. (R)hymku

old chair reclined - the moisture of silence - dampening me. (R)hymku

he sought this - non regal sound, I was - left seeking something. #senryu

may I loose my senses beneath your tongue? (R)monoverse

His oboe taming her rich viola measure for measure. love concerto. (R)monoverse

he spoke in gregorian - chants...wearing aramaic - whispers; he settles. #senryu

with holy water - bathing franciscan evenings my - lonely book to read. #senryu

met midnight - cement wilderness - your empty ways. #senryu

these private moments - when sky and clouds - hear my prayers. #senryu

you frame worlds - each time you breathe - in bronze laughter. #senryu

tonight, in need - you and God, - this evening walk. #senryu

naked wonderment leading to dulcimer-played days. #monoverse