And these new roads are solitary
the company that I seek is not
a someone
rather
me
alone
with nothing but
my thoughts
and the
sun
and the
stars
my journey
belongs
to no one
who I am
becoming
is between
me and the
moon
the north  wind
and
the night song

Alabama Absolution: unquenchable

Alabama Absolution: unquenchable

Process

I wanna whisper somethin

 sweet in your ear

 Something that starts

 a different kind of beat
        that stirs your blood
 I want to feel divine expectation
 suspended in liquid heat.
 I want to taste the salt
       that slips down your back
 and trickles from
the
    tips
       of
my fingers
 only to find its' way
 to waiting lips.
I wanna hear the sound

that orginates

when cool jazz

meets southern fire.

 In other words

I wanna be bathed

     in

       the 

steam

we create.

..

unquenchable

there is a slow turning

of

the

      inside out

revealing more than

the naked

eye

could

  ever

     see

and just like a sloe gin fizz

on a hot Summer's Day

I find

  my unquenchable thirst

     momentarily

appeased

       

Southern Legacy

I remember momma




When the days are gray



and cold



when the late December skies



spit their South Alabama mixture



of ice and snow



kinda like grits



and I’m not sure what it is



about



these days



that brings this melancholy



except the fact, that despite



the cold and the hardship,



the love and the memories of



soothing hands, always manages



to keep me warm.



and she knew this , that although



her children are facing their own



Winters, a mother’s love



always wraps her babies in a warm



Quilt for wintertime.



this is a mother’s legacy



warm memories for Alabama



days when the skies spit their mixture of



Ice and snow



Kinda like grits.

Song of Self

My voice may not always say things

the right way

when I speak

it may

be grammatically incorrect

but inspiration is a state

of being

and

Grace a state of mind

and insight a random broken verse

in a universe

where perfection is sought

and circles chase themselves

only to reach the same conclusions

so please understand that my thoughts

my state

of being

ME

is a work in progress

and even though I see

more

sometimes with my eyes

closed

 and my mind

opened

than some with their perfect

rhyme

I am not afraid to say

you are blind

and your senses not sharpened

and your ennui, passe

overlook, if you will

my lack of meter

because

I have learned to stand on

my own

 two feet

and write with a rhythm

dictated by the beat

of my own soul

and the music

of the wind.

To a Writer

His words seem to flow from his




crooked little vein



like raindrops with purpose



knowing they



will



find



their way



to the ocean



where all expansive



mysteries



converge



with



the



infinite



this depth of



limitless wonder



seeks



to refine



and define



the



confines



of all



we



know



... and when



this primal element



meets



the



insatiable



wind



seeds of eternity



are



forever scattered



in the cosmic



vibe



that propels



the



universe.

..