Rebuked: A sequel to Forbidden

Move fast,
hidden life,
double life,
hidden twice.
A quiet dog's life.
Secrets held twice.
Move, boy!
Hide, boy!
Fast, boy!
Hide,
you double life dog, boy.
Move fast.

This is what we do & It's Beautiful

We are this city.

We are romantic.

We are integrated.

We are cultures intertwined.

We are wild but religious.

We are the same but different.

We are French and Spanish.

We are musical and artistic.

We are food fanatics.

We are sinners and repenters.

We are overly passionate.

We are the beaten odds.

We are blessed in this state.

We are where we belong.

We are this city.

We have faith.

Unsaid

Melted into flesh
is my soul.
Unknown speech
flutters through veins
and seals up thy
ears and
thou sweetest voice
sings to my heart,
and my heart is where you now reside.

Held Back

Easily flowing
over my shoulder
this boy. He be flowing.
Flowing into his own hot springs
that erupts so hot and flows unflowingly.
Oh, skyline glows on rooftop and flowing
into
a city
set down,
set down
and lonely,
below water,
still glowing
and growing, but confined
and unknowing. When knowing
could cease growing.
Oh slowly, go slowly.
Don't live off the knowing.

Battled

Caution on--
Be cautious on deck
for thy deck be wet.
Let the sea wash over
thy deck and kiss
thy railings so slightly and tight
but not to flood this
boat so right and ship-shape
tight.
Hand and water sail
this boat
so right,
but thy hands
keep right
this wheel held tight.
Thou waves shall fight
this boat
sailed right
and thy hand may fright
but steers still right.
Oh, ocean's might
might tear this tight,
this tight ship
sailed right.
So come on, let's fight.
Ok, let's fight.

Blue Eyes

Wade in my eyes.
Swim in
my iris.
Dive
into my pupils.
Tread under
my lashes
and sing
blues
in my blue eyes.

Food

Eyes embrace
the food they can't taste.
Oh, a table without
dat brown gazelle, to waste.
A waste of grazing and falling.
There are no legs to
stop falling.
Crawling.
No legs to keep crawling.
Soft lips start falling.
Brown skin keeps swarming.
Fresh flesh starts warming.
Hands melting and
Carving.
Carving out white wood, and
Carved dogwood
starts bleeding.
Stop falling.
Stop Falling!
Hey dere, be calling.
'till morning on
calling.
Stop falling,
Stop falling.

In Time and Silence

Mangled pieces of paper
fly through this brain tissue,
swirling in a dirt devil.
They fall into place and
then picked up again
to fly inside this dome.
Who is there to collect these
pieces, but the hands
on the outside?
Oneself can only see indoors
but not reach the outside
once trapped in.
These pieces quarrel
to be put together
and to not be burned
in the fire.
Where is the water to douse
these flames
but on the outside?
No flesh
can properly reach in
and douse the flames
and still the storm.
Only the door on the inside
can let Him in.
On both sides He is
seen
and the heart invites
Him in.

There is a Rock to Build on

Tears dance down
the facade and
flood waters swell up
these wooden beams.
They are heavy
and they bow.
The house tilts and
all the water
rushes
to one side.
No tree can
lift
nor bush nor bird
can put this house
upright.
All that is inside is
twisted
and mangled.
No fish can amend
this entangled reef
nor deer live
in this watery thicket.
Tears tear down this
house to dying pieces, though
no storm shall uproot
this foundation, if
it is built on rock.

"For Me"

Rise

Hold me dear
A mind unknown.
Laughing
Hard.
Stomach
-full of stones.
Empty sleep
morning sun
wake unto
a world undone.

Color in
my brittle skin.
Mi amor
expel my sin.
Rushing waters
upon a throne
wake unto
a world unknown.

Breaking music
playing dawn
tighten up
O' spotted fawn

Dear Lord
heal
my tired soul
lest I wake unto
a world of coal.

Two-faced Lie

A thousand heartbeats
rest upon a pillow
racing
to no finish.
A pulse quickens,
a tongue
tied,
strained by veins.
Sleep is
LOST
in a dream
a haunted fairy tale
draining
my
bruised
soul.

"Wired Up"

The dirt in your toenails,
the sweat between your fingers,
an itch on your elbow,
the hair on your face,
a noise in your ears.
Now,
gaze into the paper
on the desk,
Hard, hard and wooden.
HA! wait...
A feather drags across your arm ever so delicately-BAM!
You broke dat vase. EAT!
A piece of apple gets stuck in your teeth.
Gradu,
all wet and slimy,
an imprisoned after-taste in your mouth. Now,
stare into your neighbor's face.
Lips stretched longways-exposed to the elements,
riding out the storm.
A warm breath invades your facade.
Board up the windows, now
Hide!
Outside, roses bloom and thorns
stick into your ankles.
You leave behind
a trail of blood.

CONFESSION: An admitted mistake

Mistakes had been made and ignored.
Mistakes are admitted and learned from.
Situations were unattended.
Situations are confronted head-on.
Lies had been said.
Lies, they are needed no more.

Before fours years in the dark, I ran long distance.
My head was on straight.
Before four years in the dark, I had God in my life.
I stayed on track.

There were four years of wandering in darkness.

After four years in the dark, I run smart.
Life is a race.
After four years in the dark, I conquer my feelings.
1% physical and 99% mental.
After four years in the dark, faith is rediscovered.
Jesus, I trust in YOU. May your will be done and not my own.
After four years in the dark, love is precious and understood, respected and unselfish.
Do not arouse, do not stir up love before its own time.
After four years in the dark, I'm back in the light.

Life is a race and at the end, I will find rest.

Song of a Kimbeaux

I am a fish in a big brackish sea.
I am caught on a hook.
It pulls back.
I see through murky water.
My toes squish in the mud.
I am pulled out of focus.

Little is heard
In and out of focus.
I’m a little green fish.

Anxiety chases me
Across unfamiliar ground.

Dryness

I hate this ground.
I want to swim back down that mighty, muddy river that leads me home.
A strong current pulls me.
I cannot float.

It’s pulling hard.

Atoms buzz within my skin.
I’m running and focused.

I return to the water.
I am sick of the land.
The murky water cradles my restless body.

A Collection of Limericks

Looks like clay.
Old and gray.
Breathing not.
All forgot.
Happy day.


Who sleeps with Katz?
Mrs. Katz.
Sometimes Mrs. Nussbaum.
Mr. Katz so calm.
No marriage lasts.


Lucy does Donnie.
Lucy does Ben.
Lucy does Tommy.
Again.
And again.

SADISM: A Hidden Mistake

We go out running around having fun. Sounding wrong and it is. Laughing at wonderful people wondering who wanders upstairs. Downstairs, inside, outside, we chuckle. Whole-heartedly snickering about how we are sneaky. Openly and closed. Up and downward. Motion stop and go. Away in a tower we play. Puppets moving and breathing. Deeply praying. Silently knowing that I have to go. From here, I have no control. Over and again feelings melt through laws written in stone. Cold-blooded people smother their shame. Less they seek the truth. Full of shame we are not. Falling out. Falling inside. Ways to fall in and under a spell unsaid but drunken. Again. Spell it out again. We see each other. Wise owls know. Nothing is heard. Sheep do not ponder the fate of their own cotton. Spun webs spell out the sweet cruelty done. Over laughter, pain dies and thrives.

FORBIDDEN

Hold quiet.
Hold quiet, boy.
Move fast.
Fast.
Fast.
Trace hidden drawings.
Secrets held twice.
Hold the leash.
Hold quiet, boy.

Mimeography

Flies hear nothing.
Water chants nothing flies.
East freezes nothing heard.
Nothing chants blackbird.
Midnight cracks chanting.
East hears water chanting nothing.