ALL ABOUT THAT SEX

Yeah, you’re a lousy lay

OK you can get it up 

But learning how to satisfy me is 

too far out of your way

You’re probably afraid to get lost in fur

I’ve been with men who know how to do things to turn me on

Making a woman scream is how he gets off too

Naturally knows to do

It’s not mechanical, 

Some men just know how to do it

They know how to let go

When men let go of their senses 

They know how to make a woman cry

And laugh with pleasure

Where are the men who made me 

Cry out in ecstasy, 

Did they love me too?

Or was it the ones who didn’t possess skill

Who loved me the way I want you to do

Makes me wonder

Don’t believe that men learn it

It’s a charm they carry deep within themselves

Sweet charm where they let go 

Is it because that’s all a man got to give 

Men know what turns me on emotionally 

but when it comes to sex 

They don’t know how to

Satisfy my soul

I wonder if a man needs to opens his soul 

to make a woman come

Probably all in my mind

Easy to know how to enjoy

Your needs or mine, I know how to come 

All about my mind’s excited 

Can come and keep coming too

Part of it’s up to you because, yeah, I got my own controls

Yeah Yeah …

I do what I know how to 

to myself or to you

I can make my own feel–goods

What about you

Don’t you need and want your own feel–goods

It’s all about time

I need you to do it too

It’s like you forgot

Or never knew

I know the feel good in having my pussy be eat real good

I know the good in screaming and coming again and again

Because other men have done what you can’t do or refuse

To do

At this point, it makes no difference if you know how to do 

Go down on a girl like you’ve never before

Some know what to do

Others never heard it

But I know what I had before

And you don’t know how to do

Like it was done to me before

Let’s Go, Let’s Go, Let’s Go

The stars, the sun and moon

Surround me –put me in a swoon

While I read runes

I want the world to know I’m one of you

so step aside and let me through,

Did you hear what I said,

I’m no different from you, you and you, 

Graduated the school of hard knocks

Just like you, came from the wrong side

Didn’t come up easy

Can’t you see

Who I am,

I said I’m one of you, some of what you are – what you are – 

Created in some image I create for myself and the stars in the sky,

I’m on the brink of expansion

An explosion of words going off in me

Words on the horizon

Words provide aspirations, a solution to our rotation 

Of bullshit politicians,

Anxiety spreads like a bloodstain

Feel another me emerging again

There’s a thrill up on the hill

Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go

In an explosive moment, puff of smoke at sunset,

Like the campfire built at sunset burns out at dusk all by itself

No one tells it hey fire, listen up, hear me, you’ve run your course, your hearse is on the horizon

My hearts locked inside straining to emerge, a collection of alternatives,

Add some trepidation, come to liberation, salvation is near, 

Not helping to flex, feel like a hex on me. 

Talk shit like it’s the next recourse, 

a force of nature to be reckoned with, no worries – 

Climate change is a no go…

Eastern sunlight rays in my skyline vision alive with the flow of color

Mesmerizes me

My heart skips a beat

A city girl fundamentally, nature claws me with her vibrations

Heartbreak hotel is still a go to

Zonked out on fresh brewed coffee

Feel another poem birthing inside me

I HATE MY FAT, I WANT TO GO BACK TO THINNER ME

I see you -hiding inside -under so many layers of fat, carefully placed and misplaced

Inside and outside, you gain and lose in a cycle of fat to thin again

I try to see it is me but I see someone else, she’s not me. 

That woman I see in the mirror, I deny she’s me. 

I want to stop eating, makes my life so complicated because everything seems to be about food while life becomes more sedentary against my will

I don’t know what to do, so many theories about emotions

I want to walk more but my feet hurt, sometimes my hips ache, time chimes

Reflects my image in a mirror, Caught in a web of suspense to see who I am today cause everyday when I awake I’m a new becoming me

Betrayed by my shell, I hide as much of me as I can inside armor

Keep crying help, keep on trucking doing what I do

My system runs amuck and a thunder – I wish I could control my mind

I’m addicted to food – hard to forego food

Eat falafel - fills me up so much, eat Baba -Ghanoush loaded on tons of salad, 

seems to not matter – no matter what I consume … I can’t say, no excuses

Digesting food takes up too much time – I feel like I’m part of organized crime defending sublime

Give me water, honey and lemon- I promise I’ll still survive

I question me– why am I doing this to myself

Yet I hide myself watching me, I see myself from the outside

Creep out from the inside

I yell free me so I can move with the flow

I creep back inside to hide me from myself 

you know where I’m going with this

From humiliation and aspirations all combined, tied with a big purple bow

Put in front of you I am me in front of me I see me and become afraid Of who I am that I made me who I am to you I am you in a wounded knee I see who we are 

Who – attempt to reject self loathing

I am me, wounded, beneath who you are

Hide in plain sight in an underground version of myself

I ride deep waves within myself, diving deeper I fear I’m forever lost

Who is the self I claim to be trapped inside me waiting for a way outside myself

No escape, like a trapped bull in china of life trying to escape from myself 

Caught in an endless loops of myrioscope kaleidoscope color

Endless blues persist as I judge who I am

I see a violet sky inside me

Exploding in years of pain

Abstaining from gain I constrain myself

I’m a bloodstain of pain from which I came

I hide from myself and ask how did I ever withstand myself

Caught on a continental shelf I conspire to divide myself, prove myself, 

I will be a band of oneself to expand and assert myself, 

I will be a prayer of despair 

More morbid in beware

Nothing works that worked before

Now I hear all in my head

If I eat properly and see myself thin I will be – really?

Compare healthcare 

Impaired, play side chair in the affair, arise out of nowhere, I exist, I am somewhere, here to defend

I am sightseer in my own life, like a replay game in surround sound, can’t understand fear is …

So lonely inside, longing for love, I seek, I cry, 

worth the weight, FATE of my soul, I inquire, FIRE up insights

GET TO BE SEE THE REAL ME

IN REVERIE

In reverie of poetry, permit me to say

I’ve put up with my fair share of despair and let me downs
 -some hard - some easier

It’s all the same, like disappointment about disparaging remarks about my pink hair

Hair’s faded from bright red I admit

Hearing insults from important poets known on the scene about my poetry not being “real” poetry 

My poetry’s not authentic; it’s eccentric

I don’t know how you can get more real than me

My poetry is me and then some more

It has room for me and you in store

You find yourselves in here, inside a poem

Be careful what you say round me

I will quote you

in a poem

It’s no good to say I should delay

You say and pray I won’t consider putting your words in a poem even though you know that’s what I do

Repeat after me – I forbid you to put this in a poem

So if it’s not goose for the gander stop feeding me

Give me some respect for what I do

I spill my blood and guts for you

I receive letters from people who read what I write

I received one today from a nice girl. She said she’s sorry for my life, she feels so sad for me, she’s just glad she’s not here where I am, she wouldn’t know what to do if she stood here where I stand in my shoes,

She doesn’t know anyone who’s had it this bad

She just don’t know how I manage to survive a life this sad

I told her, "Suicide’s a waste of time,

I’d rather spend my energy writing poetry."

She said, "You suck at poetry!

You can’t write “real” poetry anyway."

You think I’m pulling your leg?

Then whose leg am I pulling? ~

Mine?

Damn, if I had my legs pulled a little, maybe this hip pain wouldn’t hurt so bad

So I’m an old fool who writes poetry – 

What did you say you do?

Good morning sunshine

Good morning sunshine

Today you look so fine

Look like you’re dressed to the nines

Good morning sunshine

I wish I could sing like Patsy Cline

Instead of like my tiny feline

Today I’m feeling turquoise, not quite blue because 

I’ve got some sunshine inside these cloudy dulls. 

I’m a scorcher flower who can bear the heat and not wilt today

Feeling turquoise, not quite blue, 

Kinda midway between a rose and a brunette 

Rose to face the glory of a new day, a day spiced with rosebuds, 

My little cinnamon boy, not a toy

Does the bluebird spell Rheingold – ill fit, sit a while, file me away – my mind strays

Like a stray branch on a tree, a lone bluebird sits alone, barking up the wrong tree, 

I see he jes can’t stop himself from falling in a heap under the magnolia tree

Because something got a hold a me I know it must be love

Good morning sunshine

My sweet bliss divine

Living on the incline

Thrown together on a lifeline

*Sunshine on a cloudy day – when it’s cold outside I want the month of may

I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, My guy – my guy talking about my guy

Good morning sunshine

Today I don’t need any wine

To make me feel Dr. FeelGood

The sun is shining 

I’m a scorcher flower  

I won’t wilt today

Think it’s gonna rain today, sky a cloudy silver gray

Rain the same under these silver gray skies

Turquoise, feeling a yellow shade of blue

Sunshine peeking through my blinds

Good morning sunshine

Living on the sweet side 

*Temptations

A CHANGE IS GONNA COME SOMEDAY

Smell The Coffee

Something’s brewing out there

Not just brewing in my head

It’s not imagined, it’s real, I feel it

Feel it in the way the sun hides behind clouds

Feel it in the volatile change of weather

something’s brewing out here

Time goes by, eventually all life will be dead

Our sun’s holding on by a thread

Nothing will take its stead

Sun doesn’t come out for days

Destruction of our universe

Sun pokes through a moment or two

Clouds cover sun most days

can’t locate sun’s rays or recall sun’s warmth

Rare that sun shines through clouds

See sun less and less I wonder

Is it the ozone layer, fracking, animal waste run-off,

or the GMO’s combined with Roundup and Monsanto

Don’t know if the sun will shine once more in all her glory

Will she ever be like she used to be once more?

End of times, and I wonder when we’ll lose the grid

Chem trails surround us with the lies we’re fed

Electric grids fail, flooding, hurricanes and tsunami’s all around

Clear established patterns following blindly, eyes wide open yet blind

to seeing how quickly earth’s changing storms,  it all from A to Z

A new dawn brewing, a new storm brewing,

Day by day we passively follow like domesticated goats in the herd

with little bo-peep you don’t hear a peep

we get trampled underfoot wild herds of bucks passing by

crows squawking trying to read sense while humans

go about their business of leading the herd of humans

so unbearable they’ve conquered the earth that birthed us forth

The abuse starts up high and is the only trickled down thing

among us humans as we abuse our own kind

follow the same strategy all the way down the line

Something’s brewing out there

I smell change coming
A change is gonna come someday

DREAM ON

An off key blues singer, ms blues to you, so sing along with me

I want to sing my bluetry off key for you

So we can have a fling, peruse my blues, schmooze along the Danube

Escape New York City’s sweet heat summertime

Maybe book a trip to Syracuse where it’s always cold

Got the blues from my head to my toes

Good morning heartache

Try to keep pushing ahead

Exploding inside like an earthquake

Heartbeat moves like a drumhead

Love’s left behind in the game

Make the dream reality

Integrity, happily love the song Valerie

Especially as sang by Amy,

There’s a fatality of sanctity

Specificity is not the answer

Hard to stay focused, too much to do

my mind swept up in strong currents

Some things matter more than money monarchies

Demolition derby – spiteful resolution

My poetic genius stands across the street

Observing me from Ft. George Hill

With trepidation, Search for liberation

Discover corruption in my old soul

“Walk this way,” I say

Flames eat me alive from inside

Sky set on fire, bring our souls from mire,

My heart a siren, beats with desire

Stir passion in, fire blossoms into love

Religious history for all mankind

Find our way out of a bind 

Stay on the peace grind, remain centered, mindful

All religion winds down to similar precepts

My life’s an open book

Written in an ancient language only my soul deciphers

Is it easy to define me?

A midnight blue sky filled with silver stars twinkling fragrant amidst fuchsia blossoms

Leaves falling from dogwood trees

A white turtledove suddenly flies into my open hand - from above, spreads his wings

Hovers a second or two above my head

Do you think I’m in love again?

Floating in the sea,

I’m where I need to be

Like living in a musical ballet
Jelling in a renaissance of humanity

PRECIPITOUS RAINSTORM IN MY HEAD

My thoughts run wild like a child beguiled

Can’t follow instructions or conversation

Want my mind reconciled

My mind runs ahead of me screaming directions

In desperation I hear reflections abound in my head

Talking so fast I get lost trying to follow

So much confusion right here in my brain

Follow the next thought with exasperation

Turn left here now turn right and take this detour

The allure of this thought or that conjecture calls

I can’t keep track, my thoughts run so fast

Runs fast from past to current newscast

Weather overcast, Look through clothes amassed

What should I wear today?

Why am I an outcast?

I must be miscast

The details flabbergast me

How long can all this last?

Thoughts flit like a bird from tree to bough

I attempt to plow through my to do list

But only get so far when my mind races again

No wonder I’m so tired at the end of the day

I can’t keep my mind still, keep it

So lively inside, I talk to hundreds of people a day

Only it’s only inside my head where the conversations play

My rich inner life never occurs in real time

It’s like a ball bouncing between very close walls

Like music, my reflections rise and fall

Uncontained by restraints

My mind races on uncontained

An eruption occurs 10 times a second

I try to check in with the present

With frequent dissent into intent

I reckon my mind’s in a rush like

A kiss and first blush, my mind
moves so fast I feel like I been running all day

Believe In The Dream

Make the dream reality

Integrity, happily love the song Valerie

Especially as sang by Amy,

There’s a fatality of sanctity 

Specificity is not the answer

Hard to stay focused, too many things to focus on 

my mind swept up in strong currents 

Some things matter more than money monarchies 

Set the sky on fire, bring souls out of mire, 

Heart is a siren beats with desire 

Tired of infighting, stir the fire of love 

Israel’s religious history is here for all mankind to find their way out of a bind  

stay on the peace grind at the center of mindfulness, 

All religion winds down to similar precepts 

my life’s seems an open book 

I say it’s written in an ancient language translated by my soul 

So stop thinking it’s so simple to define me 

A midnight blue sky filled with silver stars amidst fuchsia blossoms 

Leaves falling from dogwood trees 

A white turtle dove suddenly flew into my hand-came  from above, 

hovered a second or two 

Do you think it’s because I’m in love again?

Making Lemonade

I got my own sour songs, my own sour wrongs,

My own damn right to sing the blues

Catch me if you can because I’m elusive conclusive

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

but the fruit of the poor lemon tree is impossible to eat

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

but the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat

One day beneath the lemon tree I realized I’d been fooled from the start

Make it a point to fool myself regarding matters of the heart

Love is very pretty to see

adrenalin runs thickly through my veins

tries to convince me I cause the sour taste

so I swallow the bitter trying not to wallow in self-pity,

To regain insight without blame trying my best to believe love exists

Our great nation is at the mercy of another oppression

a rising recession a looming depression of immense proportions

like we’ve only seen once before.

I’m tired of making lemonade with so many lemons

I want to leave the bad behind, keep an open mind

I’ve come to like the taste of bitter lemons discovering it’s better than nothing at all

Search for direction a solution to the pollution, the destruction of humans and planet looking for a way out of the confusion, the inevitable destruction giving up human rights, praying for evolution some simple solution another revolution

In a rhapsody of blue dreams unable to define, blowing in the wind

The planets aligned provide piece of mind

a little peace of mind to help hope stay alive to dream

about fresh ground and brewed java served with a little steamed cream each morning

Sunlight steams though the window blinds provide a remnant of peace.

A world where everyone’s kind, people refuse to be blind truth dominates

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat