Venice Sunset

sunset closing

dawn's night posing

break again to nowhere's end

shifting shades of muted glory

give night's reign

and another day's waned...
...'till dawn peaks in

on our midnight story

alight

a new

we begin again.

Fear And Loathing In Pukalani (Falling from Grace)

Rain drops hit the roof. Echoing, into my mind pulsing.

. . .hasn't called.

Pacing, cleaning, smoking, jerking off to the insanities; incessant whispers of doom.

Mild panic loves to feed on caffenated synapses mildy overwrought with self loathing.

Doubt creeps like a black cat stalking a soul .

Faith is all one needs to dig out of the hole.

Cease! Desist! . . .the drawing of conclusions derived from delusions.

She loves you.

But she hates her self and that is deadly.

Love myself, and brace for whatever comes my way.

Prepare to face it and embrace. . .

Please, Dude just this once.

A Little Grace

Reciprocity

Reciprocity?

desultory persona circomvoluted

gravitate towards oblivion

anyway to make the picture clearer

just one more layer off the glass onion

mercurious and shifty they bleed nearer

a glimmer, a glimpse

sophistries and glitz?

wiser to the wearer

no longer a pawn

excitement and red

now provoke a yawn

I see my likeness-with acuminate exactness

but my blood engine resounds-with sentimental value

When can I not throw the stones in the pool?

When to relinquish the dubiosity of malcontent?

Is belief in something in the wake of precocity so preposterous?