Remembering you some 20-odd years later the scars still pull the wounds closed tight, but close to the surface your technicolor memory vivid in my mind. We would run together as boys you always lagging I'd wait for you just around every bend 8 minutes ahead from the start. We were the only company we kept, all we needed you and I complete, symbiotic catching fireflies in jars painting our faces with them in the night. Standing back to back, wagons circled the smallest in our class yet togethe...

I walk, remembering long journeys travelling, travelling a seed on the wind searching for soil in which to root I rise, walking these hills keeping my flocks following a promise. I ascend to the river look out at my future and cross, eyes wide open uncertain of what I may find but faithful, hopeful. I watch as the land turns barren turns away from my face and my children, my seed again borne upon the wind continue blowing west into the land of another to provide, and be provided for so far fr...

Appearances can be most deceiving and things often times are far from what they seem. Everyone sees my smile my mask, my shield never suspecting what lies beneath. You say to me "How do you live in the moment flitting from this to that in a constant state of distraction?" Nothing breaks the surface never to penetrate my façade. I am not introspective outside these few lines. I do not delve deeply for inside my irises black and thick as night is naught but a brooding morass demons and wraiths ...

Silence is Golden. I'm happier poor. Willem Gates (C)2008

It begins slowly. A glance, a langorous look slumber fading from drooping eyelids. Shift, a small brush of hand on thigh, small of back eliciting a sigh, small moan and arch of back. Momentum shifts, tempo increases your fingers moving legato tracing the page of skin, conducting my staccato breath. Slow again, intermezzo... soft strain of strings, hands gliding again just before they dig in surprising crescendo of brass drums banging, beating madly tribal in intensity only to fade again the s...

We call our young men and women "to arms... to arms" go out into the world do your duty, for God and Country and with advertising campaigns we sell the myth "Be an Army of One" all that you can be here's your ticket boy we'll be proud of you. So our poor rise up take the only opportunity they see to escape their poverty cracked-out street corners shadowing their futures and walk into this spoon-fed lie with a blind hope. They do what we ask of them go where we send them We watch them in the g...

How intricate, this dance gliding around gently brushing upon, but never embracing these three little words with amazing transformative power much as atomic particles so small, but contained within worlds to change worlds the ability to hurt, to heal frightening in their intensity. You know me inside and out, intimate having brought to the light many of my darkly shadowed corners of both mind and spirit. You know my love of dance clumsy as I may be of tongue, of limb awkward and new as an inf...

I will not promise you forever I am no fortune-teller I do not live in castles made of clouds dreams of the future filled with princes and ponies and empty promises. I will not apologize for my past I do not have a time machine I cannot chance my experiences they make me who I am and I refuse to sit at a table flavored by bitterness and regret. I offer the only thing I have my ever-present now this, now, here with you in my arms, my heart and thoughts and ask only the same of you to simply be...

I dream of you in gold-spun fields of durum -il mio bello ragazzo- your strong brow and chin dark hair shining glistening in that Italian light that has so inspired artists for Aeons. I dream of you in my arms, wrapped tangled in limbs and sheets tossed in passion’s hurricane bound to me by stronger bonds than mere sinew and bone silk and steel. I dream of you awake, asleep and if the reality be a dream a somnambulance with you -il mio angelino- then from this heaven, this fever I’d rather pe...

Caught up in a whirlwind of thought, emotion my world spinning faster and faster I've lost my bearings directions reversed, compass gone mad I slowly gravitate, make my way towards center trying to find a rock, an anchor... ...but instead, find you.