Two wonderful feelings
lust and desire
after being barren for so long
want and fire

to crave a mouthful of intensity
ravenous within primal-human submissions;

the look the turn away the look again
silence
two adults acting coy as children
calloused, afraid of instincts
timid towards sexuality
the very reason for our existence

but those two wonderful feelings
necessary for survival
regardless of intention of path
again inspiring something better
within

lust
desire

af

(written with pen on paper)

To be so sure
yet still dare to change

Having the nerve to trust
to walk out into the blinding light
with faith that the eyes will learn to still see

To challenge the certainty

To question truth

To believe in only ambiguity

To settle on a stream

To float and start again

float and start again

float and start again

then

float and start again

af

(written with pen on paper)

Capitalism is not a form of government!

Sing it out as a mantra of the modern man
because all too often that singular truth is forgotten.

It has taken over,
do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars

The singular vote does not matter anymore
so I hold tight to my dollar

Not out of reverence do I embrace it
but out of reluctant need

My dollar is the only voice I have
in this fairy-tale society you all have created

af

(written with pen in little pad)

you should have texted me on my cell phone
why would you call me
i just cannot understand
what would bring you to do that
nothing about it makes any sense
you have the fingers
you have the time
why would you call and not just
text me
text me
drop me a quick note
don’t you know how busy i am
don’t you understand I have priorities in my life
that i must accomplish
there are things i need
there are things i need in order for me to be
the person i want to be
the person i am
the person my destined energy needs to reconnect with
the giving philanthropist
so i must stay focused
i cannot have these distractions
these phone calls
and i cannot put my phone on silence
why would i do that
what if i get an important call
i must stay available
i am really peaking right now
i am really about to bring in the serious money
then i could give
then i could do good things
the things i always wanted to do
not now
too much to do
so
please
text me
just…text…me

af

(written on computer, recalling the all-too-common rant I heard in the city of angels)

Jack Kerouac was correct,
understanding the gray sadness of America
the beautifully perfect cloud of living

It is the energy of the
individual and collective
that is a shroud over this land

It is all a result of a nation’s creation
a haunted inheritance
this weight, this ache, this sorrow

Karma or consequence
every one of us three hundred million
share the burdens of our historic gluttony

The pressure, the anxiety – we all feel it
the actual reality often held in contempt and disbelief
but he was correct…

all that sadness, all that time, all that America

af

(written with pen on paper)

Isn’t life wonderful?

It is ok..
humanity is allowed
now and then
to scream it out
all so big and brilliant
and to believe
and believe with confidence

This, one day, will be
what life was
how good it was back then
this moment, right now
is
no different than
what we believe, right now
to be the golden good times

Yearn now for now, then
permission is granted to you

Look up, breathe, smile
then move that beautiful body;
The time for god-fearing repentance is over
evolution is nearing completion

You are perfect
and life is wonderful

af

(written with pen on paper listening to a good song)

There is a penny on the floor.
It is in front of me, across the aisle,
tails up, shinny and new.

No one else notices
but it’s just sitting there, undisturbed
real, brand-new money.

MONEY…
just lying on the immaculate train car floor.
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