Hold My Breath

I was dreaming of your touch
You were the air upon my skin
And when it got too much to be apart I could breathe in
To feel my lungs expand
Feel you move into my bloodstream
You are vital like my breath just as in the dream
You are the essence of my being

Published in: on December 8, 2009 at 9:26 pm  Comments (2)  
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Brave New World

Exploring undiscovered country
These hills and vales I claim for me
And if there is hidden treasure in secret caves below
I will plumb the depths until the earth quakes where I go

Stake my claim and
Plow the land
Sow my seeds and
Raise my hands

They told me this was barren soil
But I will change that with my toil
Irrigate the fertile pastures
Raise my crops in love and laughter

Raise my hands and
Pray for growth
This land’s harvest
Is one of hope

Published in: on December 8, 2009 at 2:29 am  Comments (1)  
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Dragon Slayer

There’s a dragon on my doorstep,
He’s mating with my car.
If my Mercedes ends up pregnant,
He better not stray far.
I’ve got my shotgun loaded,
This dragon will propose.
I won’t have my grandchildren,
Grow up in a broken home.
I’ll blow that dragon’s wings off,
I’ll stake him to the ground!
By gosh, he’ll marry my Mercedes,
Or I swear I’ll hunt him down!
Why, that scaly rapscallion,
No sooner done than gone!
He’s flown away whilst I mused
Of grandchildren playing on the lawn!
The heartless brute,
The cad!
Abusing my Mercedes,
Oh, that makes me mad!
I’ll skin him for the leather,
I’ll flay him for the sport!
I’ll find his hidden cavern,
And demand child support!
But wait, what’s this?  Another?
Another dragon on my stoop?
My Mercedes is a hussy!
She’s played me for a dupe!
Yes, I see them now,
Making circles in the sky.
Dragons!  Dragons!  Dragons!
Just waiting for a try!
I’ll rip her slutty wheels off,
I’ll put her up on blocks!
I’ll cancel her insurance,
And park her at the docks!
I’ll replace her posh interior
With leopard printed Pleather!
I’ll put her into storage
And leave her there forever!
Argh!  Another dragon!
My Mercedes honks her horn!
I never would have thought
My car would be in porn.
Oh, what shall I do?
The neighbor’s are sure to see.
It’ll be all over the internet
By twenty-five to three.
I guess it’s up to me…

Local author George Sigmund, well known for his colorful children’s stories which blend old-fashioned fairy tales with modern and futuristic themes, was arrested today after blowing up a car in the parking lot of the downtown night club, The Dragon’s Den.  Mr. Sigmund reportedly threatened numerous club-goers with a shotgun while ranting about exploitation of innocent machinery by reptilian pimps…
In other news,  the porn world is grieving today over the death of legendary star, Mercedes Bends.  Her body was found late last night by a janitor cleaning the set of her latest film, “The Beast In Me.”  Authorities have stated it appears to be a suicide, though they have yet to rule out the possibility of foulplay.
 Meanwhile, feminist groups across the country are rallying behind a new, masked leader, one who has taken the Mercedes automobile symbol as her logo.  Though she has so far managed to remain anonymous, she referred to the tragic death of Ms. Bends in a speech given at a public rally earlier today, claiming, “This sad event vindicates my belief that women in the porn industry are more likely to die young…”
She went on to call for militant action against the draconic film-makers who prey on the low self-esteem of young women and make these sorts of tragedies possible…


Standing on the shaman’s crossing with one foot in the forest
My old self locked within, one more whisper in the chorus
Of dappled shade, soft loam and moss
Of tickling breeze, and kin we’ve lost
Of fallen trees along the road
A dead grey thing they force to grow
But a soldier’s duty must be done
War must be ended, once begun
The dancers and the pestilence
The comrades we have laid to rest
Because of them!
Because of us?
Who speaks the truth?
Who can I trust?
Standing on the fearsome thing that pierces the forest’s heart
My old self now ascendant, no idea where to start
The ancestors and the flowing sap
The blue-black berries and mushroom caps
The sword and whip and musket lead
Those who are dying, those who are dead
The growing grey or the shrinking green?
The fireflies or the kings and the queens?
The scholars and schools?
The songs a lost people sing?
My insincts?
Or my upbringing?

Inspired by Saturday Scribes and Robin Hobb’s Soldier Son trilogy.


Apparently my errant queen
Is working murky sorcery
I hanker for her as she deftly weaves
A clever net of charms o’er me
I hope she never sets me free
From love’s sweet captivity



Published in: on November 27, 2009 at 2:05 am  Comments (2)  
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Don’t Bank On It

Loneliness shines with a withering ray
Rapidly aging me until I obey
Now I must work twice as hard as I play
Or suffer karma’s balance at the end of the day

Published in: on November 27, 2009 at 1:27 am  Comments (1)  
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Fever Dream.

This morning as I broke brown eggs to break my fast
White flecks of shell cut into the palm of my hand.
My red blood sizzled black as it hit the pan,
Reminding me of you:
Incubating death;
Taking poison to save your life.
I looked out the window –
A rabid dog was grooming itself on the front lawn,
Gnawing at its private parts
Even as it was foaming at the mouth;
The bizarre vanity of the doomed.
I blink and the image is gone.
Only a nightmare.
Just another nightmare
Under the bright yellow sun.

Published in: on November 27, 2009 at 12:43 am  Leave a Comment  
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The Suddenness of Long Anticipated Events

It is impossible to describe this feeling inside.
I’ve tried and tried, but the correct words are hiding,
Biding their time like I’ve been biding my time –

And now the time has come;
She steps into the air.

I begin running.  Though I knew it was coming,
I feel so unprepared.  I feel so freaky scared.

She dares.
I must dare.

Published in: on October 28, 2009 at 9:58 pm  Comments (1)  
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Shining Through

Collecting little bits of you
Here and there, a piece or two
Collecting little bits of you
Your light is shining through

Yesterday I found your smile
I put it on, wore it a while
Yesterday when I found your smile
I gave it to a child

Today I found your laugh
It seemed to fit so I clapped my hands
Today when I found your laugh
I gave it to a man

Tomorrow I’ll find your happiness
I’ll keep a bit, I must confess
Tomorrow I’ll find your happiness
But I’ll give away the rest

Collecting little bits of you
Here and there, a piece or two
Collecting little bits of you
Your light is shining through

Published in: on October 27, 2009 at 12:19 am  Comments (1)  
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Finding My Way

In a dark place all alone
I take a small step turn for home
And in this motion lose my way
I recognize it but it’s not the same
So I wander through the maze
Until I find a familiar face
And looking deeply in her eyes
I finally come to realize
Exactly how I went astray
Mistaking my home for a place

Published in: on October 26, 2009 at 11:46 pm  Comments (2)  
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