An Acrostic for a Friend

Ignorance of truth is no reason to refuse
Love, nor ignore that which is
Obvious, and speaks for itself, as does a mirror.
Verily, verily, I say to you:
Every looking glass upon which
You come is calling; screaming loudly
Out to you! Sweet Angel, it says,
Unlearn the lies their Prince has taught you.
Judge by those that love you -
Ignore Him who hates you.
Let not the deceit of Him
Lead you deeper into yourself any longer...
In human beings, there is only darkness, but God
Affords peace to His children. When you trust Him,
No lie can penetrate His love for you.
Cry out to Him, my friend. Pray for strength to
Lean upon Him, even when he seems
Absent from wherever it is that you are.
Remember the history of His promises, and
Know that He is trustworthy, and will never fail.

The Forest for the Trees

Where did you go?
Where did you go? - I said to him. -
What could have been so important?
What could have been so important? - I asked,
sticking a vocal finger in his absent face, -
that you deemed it necessary to leave,
that you felt it impossible to stay?!
Do not be afraid! you said to me.
For the Lord, your God!
is with you. You said you were with me. -
And at this point in my soliloquy
to the emptiness, I began to get a little upset. -
YOU SAID YOU WERE WITH ME!
YOU LOOKED ME IN THE HEART, AND YOU SAID
I will never leave you!
Nor forsake you!
Do not fear! for the Lord, your God
is with you!
Is with me... but you are not here.
I cannot see you. - And in the pain of his desertion,
I began to lie... and lying to an empty room
is the same as lying to yourself. - I can't see you...
and I don't care to.
As far as I'm concerned, you can never come back!
NEVER COME BACK! BE YAHWEH!... But be
Yahweh way way over somewhere else...
I don't need you... -
And then, I began to cry. And in my tears,
I heard the voice of HIM... and he turned to a
brother, and said this: -
My son's face is too far pressed into my embrace
for him to even know where he is,
and he needs me too much for me to relase
him with either arm. Do me this service.
Come, and open your brother's eyes.

Innocence

When I look around, I see nothing reflecting my face
and I know that I haven't influenced this place
and there is nothing of me filling up this space
and I just wanna go back home,
where the dirt on the street has fallen off my feet
and the brown on the ground is the sweat off my brow -
where the baseball diamond is a jungle,
and the jungle gym is a made-up war,
and the war-zone is all around me,
but bullets look like baseballs
and grafitti is nothing if not public fingerpaint.
Ignorance is bliss, maybe,
but it's nothing compared with innocence.
That's bliss married to unresponsibility
and it was given to me naturally and unconditionally
and nothing was expected save the childish ability
to entertain my own damn self.
My hood was an apartment complex in North Long Beach -
a quarter-block as far as the imagination could reach
and the barbed wire was higher than truth could teach,
and so I played with guns
and basketballs and girls,
and was never aware of the ugliness of the world.
Violence existed somewhere beyond the railroad,
somewhere even my folks didn't go,
and it certainly never had anything to do with me.
And I just wanna go back home.
In a world I built - a backyard made guilt-free
innocent - more innocent than adults would dare believe,
even though my innocence was their baby.

Let's Have an Orgasm

Let's have an orgasm together.

Let's get together -
yeah, yeah, yeah -
why don't you and I combine?

Let's get together -
what d'ya say?
We could have a swingin' time!

Although, we needn't be
so 1950s-the-Parent-Trap
about the whole thing.
All I'm asking for is the warm,
heavy breath of an intimate look.
An intimate smile.
An intimate kiss.
An intimate touch.
I'm asking for laughter and
the chocolate milkshake taste
of silliness.
I never found skin so soft
that it was worth sleeping in
till you - and that is
all I want.
For you to be in me and
For me to be in you and
For us to be in the moment
and share the exuberant, joyful
culmination of all that is -

all that is sex and desire
and passion and love and certainly
beyond description.

The Bard's Delight

I am the truth in the shoes.
I am the knowledge gained.
I take my steps in twos -
and then I pause -

to see what you have learned.

I see the good in light.
I see the worth in warmth.
I have not come to fight -
establishment -

but just to be discerned.

I love to state the clear.
I love to be the mist.
I pose my questions queer -
and smile inside -

to see your mind returned.