POORPITIFULPO LOVE

AUGUST 1970

2011-05-03T13:25:00.001-07:00

GRACE after GRACE after grace

2007-03-28T11:37:00.000-07:00

been weeping on your porch
this mornin
you didn't see me
the wind kept me hidden
as i tossed hither thither and yon
how you feelin?
i was in pieces across the universe
just moments ago.
our creator has the grandest voice
it's not like ours
it doesn't come from his center,
you know like us.

in its fortissimo
it stirs no leaf
but we know we've heard
by the force which touches our center
embracing our souls
extending Grace
after Grace
after grace
the world is more hollow without you
my love
yet you are now so joyously whole
© 2007

blumndysaug7thmarch3dontcrydarlin'

WHO TOLD THE INDIAN THIS WAS HIS LAND?

2006-06-23T03:13:00.000-07:00

In Honor of Great Spirits of Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull

One God
Our God
Is a God of life
Of peace.
This life
I eat thorns
Weep blood.
True too
I float as
Do clouds
In wind.
I fly
In dreams
Party with Saints
In heaven.
Outside my door
About my windows
All manner
Of life blooms
Fecund.
Still often
my heart is desert
Prairie
No wind
How do we manage
Each day
Again
to
Begin?

ALL IS DUST AS THE END NEARS

2006-06-11T19:10:00.000-07:00

Frailty informs
our ceaseless sighs
as we drift
through
numbered daylights

Our strength
at last
fruitless
all kindness
beheld
consumed.

Buy arrogance
damn snake.
Intended
at creation
to live
as a fish

Temporal vanity
robbed him
the ability
to swim.

Restricted to land
prepared
always to strike
groomed
by desire
to ravish
and suppress

Felled by fear
incapeable
of love
still
encouraged
by his reflection
mirrored

What has he gained?
dust
dust
all is dust

Lashes of eyes
once
lovingly curled
around
moonbeams
dripped
in stardust

Possibility and purpose
now dwindle
life passes

Our former zeal
becomes
fertilizer
now
soiled

The legacy forsaken
proposes
a future
from which
worms
shall spring

PROMISES PROMISES I'M STILL BROKE 4-11-90 shepard & johnson

2006-05-08T15:21:00.000-07:00

The Y said they're
backin my program
with excitement and cheers
We're crawling through
a valley of tears
Y lady kicks it
in an $1,800
a month crib
Tack left, tack right
grab the jib
Tell a joke
I'm still broke.

R & B star on the phone
says he has all kinds of work
swears he ain't playin me
for a jerk.
Record company budget
in home studio
hits all over
White Cliffs of Dover
I don't know
I'm still broke.

Night club fiend calls
got gigs in Vegas
Glitter resorts and Flashy sorts
needs some babes
to sing and cover back
I don't give a fuck
Times a passin'
and I'm still broke

Sky rock seed legend calls
big backers, 25-100 or so
comin' tonite
to see the show.
Tapes from before
Psychedelic 60's
dollar signs $ signs at the door
from Crenshaw to Hollywood
on RTD
there we sit
baby in tra la la land
I'm chillin on la de dah
with the ho-hums
where's my drums?

Rock seed legend split
may come back in a bit
You know the score
You've heard all that before
pushin too hard
Overload star status bore
"Baby, here we sit
watching the bus fare
walk out the door"
Ain't no joke
and I'm still broke

A ship's calling me to sea
Baby's goin bezerk on me
Get some crumpets
and pour the tea
Even the ship
might disappoint me
I know it ain't for free
but that's not where
I wanna be.
Question marks everywhere
Drowin, drowin in despair
I'm still broke
another joke

Snake eyes slick
swears he's gettin over quick
gold flashes from his teeth
Red high-heel boots
indiscreet.
Wannabe-couldbe-but ain't
background vocal, church sister social
Cover songs
rehearsal yawns
promises plenty of cash
sounds like more
bullshit, jiveass trash
I'm still broke.

Yvonne, the same now, same then
sister of sorts forty some odd years
came with salvation
bailed out on cue
said,"House sit this".
Deep in the hood.
South Van Ness & Hyde Park
railroad tracks, cop choppers, Crips
Bloods, guns and crack
don't forget to cover your back
festive acts, if ya can't hang
just chill, sit back

Home Jones Home Girl
homeless undesireables
shopping carts, tin cans
glass and trash
Hunter Gatherer Society
Recycler Class.
We're welcome here
just when we had nowhere to go
with two dollars and twenty-five cents
earned on the stoop
sellin others junk
The only definite cash in our scope
might as well not give up hope
all that stands between us and still broke.
Lookout-holdup-refeul stop
Two Chilidogs and a Coke
uh-oh here we go
one more time
we're still broke.

Bustin my ass
for chump change cash
a place to rest
me and baby's ass
the only thing that rings true
sling paint here
mop a garage
sure we'll do.
Amos and Andy live in the 90's
call themselves, "Mr. Franklin",
church goin man
and "Mr. Adams",
mouth full of tobaccy.
Makeshift, slapittogether, fix it men
sweatin and toilin
from deep within
to get The House and Urban Development grin
Pass inspections
overworked, hardly work businessmen
I'm still broke.

Hungarian promises Day and Night
too tight trousers, big belly plight
stories of riches spent in the past
tellin 'em now on his ass.
Bye-bye Beamers, bye-bye jets
smoked it smoked it
in a pipe of glass.
Strugglin now for a nickel bag of grass
V-8 engine without a gallon of gas
dreamin up a future, cryin out loud
Dollar signs $ signs
I'm still broke.

"What's up?"
"Music man!"
demo tapes
video tapes
tryin to escape
being kept down
in the hood
White man to Black man
" I would if I could."
Record deals
Award Ceremonies
don't that white man's talk sound phony?

Twist & Turnin
take a journey
sell him this
sell him that
watch him take
the ten bucks back.
Black man game
can't hang
says he'll bring ya
some killer weed
none of the herb
that's crushed up seed.
Four days later
that cats a skater,
James gone wrong
a story and song
Tired of folks
playin my time,
"where's my dime?"
I need that smoke
cuz I'm still broke.

A LIFE AT THE BEACH

2006-04-28T23:10:00.001-07:00

POORPITIFULPO LOVE: GLOSSARY AND STORY PROFANE WRESTLES SACRED

2006-04-15T02:29:00.000-07:00

POORPITIFULPO LOVE: GLOSSARY AND STORY PROFANE WRESTLES SACRED

GLOSSARY AND STORY PROFANE WRESTLES SACRED

2006-04-15T00:14:00.000-07:00

PROFANE WRESTLES SACRED 8-2-89 with Glossary

I'm grateful that despite the expense (extreme) nerves (jarred) haircolor (graying)and source (tapped) I can listen to your music and still be reminded of an ancient, timeless brillance, because music originated in purity never dies. The brilliance of that which you created was epochal indeed. You passed from innovator to infamy in a swift clip.I question your ability of nurturing and expressing anew the quality of work that 23 years ago perceived the future. You gave birth to a sound that; had the original passion persisted (one can only guess) what it may have led to. The early work was premature, sophisticated and timeless. It will remain so long after the legend meets his maker. I imagine your early abdication saddens Our Lord; me I'm blue
You were chosen as a vehicle or mortal vessel with the task of delivery. I have a strong impression you no longer have access to its origin. I sense you have always been uncomfortable and reluctant acknowledging the responsibility the GIFT contained in exchange. I visualize you facing a mirror and although fully clothed, the reflection returned is a man bare to the bone.---despite extreme summer heat---the man is trembling, unable to stop, because an artic chill has frozen his soul. The man returns to the mirror compelled by a force he is unable to challenge. The lesson being taught sink side is the dichotomy that exists between the GIFT and the GLUT. The gift is of divine origin and did itself prophesie the looking glass ritual when the work was in process. The glut is the notoriety and stigma you chose and wore like a cloak. Your cloak like Samson's locks were esteemed and identified by Delilahs sheers. Still if your out embracing spirits of a contrary nature you need to wrap up because it's the thrill not the chill you're out to cop. You invited a whole gang of company into that wrap for balance. The insecurity you experienced in recognition that responsibility accompanys brilliance, was like a cell, and is so still.
So the COASTING that served to numb the obscure lessons the GIFT was meant to impart, became more frequent and less effective. The underground Wow man, with the hippest Sunset Strip band ( they called themselves love) but on encounter a fist would be more likely. All that oobla hoobla, shake 'em rattle 'em then roll them was taking the MITTMAN in and out up and down, rarely did he ever come down, but that of course was part of it too. The depth of this man's personal turmoil is likely experienced by few, therefore even the more astute would be challenged to grasp more than a vague sensitivity of its weight and price.
Uncertain if he was MACKING or the MARK he set about ridding himself of the debt. When the dark garbed spectors approached, the chinks and portals through which they climbed had already been honed by the host. Rather like the person who intentionally cuts himself to assure the SADIST'S audience at the MASOCHIST Ball. By the time the BITE went down his armour had been meticulously distressed, PARTI-COLOURS and SLASHING so exceptional the costume would have been a renaissance tailors pride. The sight of it was so intoxicating that the guardians of the GIFT even mistook the TRICK for a TALISMAN. The deception had them in a narcotic nod in no time. On their faces a smile of joy was frozen in place. For eternity? They haven't awakened yet. The invasion of the inner sanctum was a cinch!
Naturally the need for an alibi didn't escape your mind, something for you to call upon in future time to exonerate and absolve yourself of implication in the heinous deed. Since just about any occassion was reason to get high, you withdrew just before the invasion that laid waste to the castle and all behind its walls. You went down______down______some familiar avenue and were instantly immobilized. Your guilt and role in the OKEE DOKE absolved (in your mind anyway), as your entire being was seduced into a PISCEAN stupor. Long ago you had perfected the twist that employed tricky rationailzation to implicate and accuse the other guy for storming the gates. 'Oh poor Po, someone done come in and broke the door.' On return you witness the plunder, offering the excuse, that you were somewhere else_____down under.
It was in an off-beat alley deeply shadowed you traded at full market value the sanctity of the GIFT for the promise of a future in which guilt and remorse are absent. You knew the score, but did you know the sacrafice? The exchange was a tuneful spirit for a paralytic soul. Your new carriage an abject, self-congratulatory obsequiousness was no more than a ruse. You came to learn that even a paralyzed soul suffers phantom pains---they wake you to screams in the night. A cold wet sweat works feverishly to deny those nocturnal crys were self-issued. You are no longer moved by crys nor love___you gave all that nonsense up long ago in alley shadows. Still, you would like to kick that ass that disturbed your sleep. The fogged fever accomplished its task, foiled again, damp linens are the only indication of anything amiss, as slumber returns ,even these you dismiss.
The exchange was a tuneful spirit for a paralytic soul. The real deal was a cross, which has returned and upped your anty again and again. It will give you no peace until you face your final cross. Imagine the CROSSES Jesus faced to pay not his own but your debts. He witnessed the spectacle when he called life to abandon death---as Lazarus rolled away the stone---
so much astonishment at the site. Stealing the sting from sin again when the stone was rolled from his tomb---vacant except the shroud---left lying alone on a barren floor. He knew those that got it, and watched as they crossed themselves. He was hip to the hustle too---the cats that booked on it at miraculous odds, believing themselves winners---smiles frozen in place as silver crossed their palms. CHUMP CHANGE that's all that was. They never did get it, the smiles are frozen there still, just like a cell.

GLOSSARY for Story PROFANE WRESTLES SACRED

GIFT------endowed with a natural ability or aptitude
GLUT------supply to excess
COASTING------somnolent nodding state of a heroin addict, or any drug providing an exit from reality
MITT MAN------a hustler who uses religion & prophesy to con his victims, the victims are usually women
MACKING-----pimping
MARK------victim, sucker
SADIST-----one who derives sexual pleasure from domination, hurting or otherwise mistreating one's partner
MASOCHIST------sexual pleasure derived from being dominated, hurt, or mistreated by one's partner
PARTI-COLORS------a fashion prevalent in midevil Europe from the late 12th Century, wherein garments were made in one color or design on one half or quarter and a different pattern or color on other sections
SLASHING------dress influenced by the Swiss and Bavarian mercenary, or Landsknecht, dating from the year 1520-1540. Mercenaries were reported to have mended their tattered uniforms with strips banners and hangings of the tents of their vanquished enemy
TRICK------mark, victim
TALISMAN-----anything believed to have a magic power---a charm
CINCH------a sure thing
CROSSES------to trick or trap
PISCEAN------12th sign of the zodiac, entered by the sun about the 21st of February, said to have predisposition for gratification of sensual delights, even though it's the sign that should be most evolved
CHUMP CHANGE-----just enough money for basic needs

IN THE GLOAMING 3-27-06

2006-03-27T18:06:00.000-08:00

twilight
comes finally
Shifting
life's view.
Through
faux
paned
French frames
fog rolls
in off
the bay.
Twinkling
echo's
memories
of loves
invitation
to dance.

THE PENITENT Oct. 2002

2006-03-05T04:14:00.001-08:00

Time melds day and night
awareness lost
dates and hours absent
venturing forth through
warped space
an endlessly expanding
rubberband of time
mornings become evening
yet only moments
seem to have past
kneeling in pews
suspended supernaturally strung

Later, without thought
dressed in yesterday's past
forlorn lips
wrap themselves
around earlier errors
unbecoming dialogue
bursts forth
unhinged and unstudied
heart remorse burns

Soul intent on absolution
apprehensively waits
awkwardly the green light
that bids enter
the confessional
"Bless me father, for I have sinned"

words suddenly absent
replaced with mournful
profuse weeping
uncontrolled tears
repentance so carefully crafted
unveiled economy of words
no syllable squandered

Amply prepared to confess
absolution assured
bathed in grace
anticipation of washed away sin
like fresh line dried linen
blowing in the wind

Still more difficult
than sorting one's sins
recognizing their weight
venial, dread mortal, the long ago forgotten
the haunted, guilt addled, dispicable deeds
weren't really that bad
I do sometimes think

The crucial link
is finding a confessor
to whom one can speak
arrogance
and flatulent piety
don't begin to redeem.
Nor bestow exhalting epiphanys
on poor mortal souls
who daily place one foot
ahead of the next
wavering yet wondering
just where this all leads

ALL IS DUST 3-4-2006

2006-03-05T01:19:00.000-08:00

Frailty informs our ceaseless sighs
as we drift
through numbered daylights
our strength
at last fruitless
all kindness beheld
consumed.

Buy arrogance
damn snake.
Intended at creation
to live as a fish
Temporal vanity robbed him
the ability to swim.

Restricted to land
prepared always to strike
groomed by desire
to ravish
and suppress

Felled by fear
incapeable of love
still encoraged
by his reflection mirrored

What has he gained?
dust
dust
all is dust

Lashes of eyes
once lovingly
curled around
moonbeams dripped
in stardust

Possibility and purpose
now dwindle
life passes

Our former zeal
becomes fertilizer
now soiled

The legacy forsaken
proposes
a future
from which
worms
shall spring

WHY ? 3, 4,06

2006-03-04T22:15:00.002-08:00

Why must your pride
wrestle
struggle
and fearfully
deny
the pleasure
clearly shared

Mystically assured
we were
approached
by the universe
at the cosmos invitation

Together
soaring
unfettered
dandelion seeds drifting
through winds

Into an ageless
timeless
belonging
such truth we
too seldom
celebrated

a gift
a marvellous
mysterious union
reserved for none
other
than ordained lovers

AQUATIC CENTER ICE CREAM CONE spring 1991

2006-02-21T06:25:00.000-08:00

Whenever I feel
like a fresh
Spring filly foal
never bridled
never rode
them's the times
I like to stroll

All awake
and aroused
I want loving
loving now

Licking licking
melting
dripping

wet wet
where's the set?
Let's be Lovers
newly met.

therefore will i trust you always though i may seem lost FEBRUARY 17 , 2006

2006-02-19T18:06:00.000-08:00

MY HEART IT BREAKS
KNOWING YOU LAY
SO ILL
ALONE
IN HOSPITAL

MY PRAYERS
ENTREAT
SAINT RITA OUR LADY
AND JESUS
THEY
INTERCEDE

A CANDLE IS LIT
UNTIL RESTORED
YOU GET
GOD BLESS AND SAVE
MY MISCREANT KNAVE

BUMMER IN THE SUMMER 1ST draft of..... LOVES HUNGRY....I'M VITTELS .....THAT'S WHAT LOVES COME FOR from 6-2005

2006-02-19T14:18:00.000-08:00

Tunnel of Love
highway to pain
it whispers
then hollers
now echoes
my name

Ignore it
endless
relentless
weeks of forever

walks in the rain

Deplore it
dig in deep
hide
from time

Love hammering clawing
comes
creeping back

For months
years
decades
he follows

His tongue
is music
lyrically bent

around sensual entreaties
of la la la's
loving promises

spewed bijou
through an aperture
too radiant for truth to embrace

a haunting
abhorrent abstraction
sweetness of false

This bitter elixir
a potion
which tricks

remember the lessons
this pained past
did inflict

This fraudulent
obsession
decline
and deflect

CHILDISH FANTASY ADIEU 11-19-88

2006-02-13T15:12:00.000-08:00

THIS VOYAGE BEGAN
THROUGH DOORS
I HAD LONGED
TO ENTER
BUT UNTIL YOU
NO GUIDE
NO HINT
NO DIRECTOR
YOU HEARD THE CRIES
FROM AFAR
OR SO YOU SAID
STILL A YEAR OF TEARS
WENT UNNOTICED
THOSE:
HELD THE WEIGHT
OF REVOLUTIONS IN ALICES HEAD
AS SHE FELL DEEPER
ROUND AND ABOUT
MIRRORED ON ALL SIDES
TO THE MOST AGONIZING
TEA PARTY TO WHICH
SHE HAD EVER ARRIVED ...
INVITED OR NOT.
THEY SWEPT HER AWAY
SAT HER DOWN...STILL HER HEAD SPUN
A SPOT OF TEA?
HAVE AN ENORMOUS HELPING OF SORROW
THEN JUST BEYOND ALL THIS UNWELCOME KNOWLEDGE
YOU MAY USE THE KEY, IT PROMISES AN EXISTENCE
WHICH YOU CONTROL.
YOU WILL BE FAR FROM
THE CARELESS, SELF ABSORBED,
TIFFANY SHROUDED BROTHERS
YOU FOLLOWED INTO THIS WORLD.
HERE, IF YOU FALL OR SHOULD YOU BRUISE
THE FACES THAT RUN TO YOUR AID
WILL BE THOSE OF STRANGERS..
THEY COME TO COMFORT THE PAIN
THEY HAVE SEEN YOU ENDURE.
THEIR EYES DO NOT BLINK
NOT FOR 11 MONTHS, NOR 1/1000 OF A SHUTTER SPEED
THESE ARE PEOPLE OF A SENSITIVE NATURE
THEY DO NOT STAND BEHIND THE LINE
AWAITING THE OPPORTUNITY
TO TOSS GASOLINE ON THE FLAME
NO. THEY COME TO WRAP YOU IN A CLOAK
WOVEN OF COLORFUL HEALING CLOTH.
NO FIRE CAN BURN NO DIAMOND CUT NO LOOK DISTURB
JUST LOVE, NOW HEAL.

BI-LOCATION ....moonlight hauser & venice 1997

2006-02-12T23:32:00.000-08:00

I love you
you & me
but you I believe
see it differently
that's alright
we need not meet
never write
never speak

Still our souls
they dance
awake or asleep
in synchronicity
behind locked key
seasonally

And there you are
here me too
suddenly bi-located
transported
dancing in the cell
we two

PLAIN TRUTH JUXTAPOSES VAIN GLORY 12-25-2004 AS FATHER MATTHEW RETURNS TO GHANA

2006-02-12T21:26:00.000-08:00

You are tall
A giant among men
You are beautiful
A delight to behold
You are loved
You are beloved
You are young
Forever young
You are my priest
You are my father

2006-02-11T16:26:00.000-08:00

BUTTER......JUNE 1989

2006-02-11T10:09:00.000-08:00

Good job indeed
Or poor genetic
Potential from the start
Perhaps just butter
A nice dairy product
From a country boy's
Point of view. The gift
Of the beauteous
Wide eyed lo-lo
With teats full, aching
Requiring regular and
Timely milking. The potential
Of her commodity is unending
The whey to cheese, or the cream
After careful separation
May be paddeled submissively
Into a butter state.From wet
To firm until taken in the mouth.
A seduction of the olfactory
Senses occur which then
Succumb pitifully to its sweet
Taste and texture. Melting from
Firm to flaccid, Left dribbling its
Honey soaked sweetness through
Tiny crumpet holes.

PADRE PIO

2006-02-11T01:37:00.001-08:00

FOR FATHER MATTHEW ......6/13/2004.....SOMETIMES

2006-02-09T07:52:00.001-08:00

Sometimes...
In order to get in touch with oneself
One must turn outside
SOMETIMES ...
In an attempt to taste the honey
One must be stung by the bee
Sometimes ...
In order to know
The love and reason of life
An acrid season or several are endured
That the wounds
From the thorns might heal
The scourging at the post
Not yet complete
So long so sad
And others tears
Not yet wept nor dreamt
So inside outside aren't I yet?
2006 remember to pray for me father... ghana's so far away

2006-02-07T19:51:00.000-08:00

EXORCISM......JUNE 2, 1990 SAN CLEMENTE

2006-02-07T11:50:00.000-08:00

Sentence complete
Speaking again
You reckon an "I Love You"
In your hypnotic schwa
Is enough to stop
Tip and trip the world on end?
At one time it did

A year given to crawling on four
Hearts blood dripping
Plasmacytes
Pounding pounding splitting my head
Spinning Jenny,,,clarity rare

Twelve months later
Objectivity in disrepair
Your words are webs
Entangling my head
Your attempt to drag the carnage
Into your spirit
Vampire lair

Pirates won Injuns nothin'
Sea of pirates
Now who's runnin it?
Still the fans watch and ask
"Are you back with her yet?"
Don't you know darlin' Po
That was then
Now on with the show.

Love is nothing to play with
It's a grenade without a pin
"If it's destiny you'll accept it"?
I won't.

Collect your weapons
Pocket your harp
An audience awaits you
Let's don't even
Start.

MAZE 1989

2006-02-07T07:50:00.000-08:00

I don't like me
They
Certainly couldn't
Disconnected
Like
Separated
By maze frequencies
That reflect
Obtuse parallel realities
and surely
The world goes on
I need the wind
Dream
The romance
Of thundered lightning
Quick in vast flat fields
Beneath moon and star
Excelsis Deo

LOVE'S HUNGRY...I'M VITTELS. THAT'S WHAT LOVE'S COME FOR...JUNE 6,2005

2006-02-03T13:57:00.000-08:00

Tunnel of love highway to pain
Sweet whispers, curt hollers, eternal echoes
Repeating my name. Ignore it
This path's often perilous
A relentless maze continuous loop
Offering nothing
More than endless
Emotional walks in the rain
Deplore it
Dig in deep hide from time
Constant hammering clawing
Insistent nerves serve piercing
Disabling burns pain so severe
Reeks havoc...Lord help me
It's breaking my neck
Sure as your born Love
Comes creeping back
First upright then gallops
Finally Love slithers through trees
Love's back........ determined
No remorse for before
Love's hungry I'm vittels
That's what Love's come for
The beating...the pounding
Is swelling my brain
The past...the lessons.....
Remember the pain?
A haunting abhorrent abstraction
Sweetness of false
A bitter elixir a potion a trick
Try to remember
With times passage
Often it's easy
To forget

FALLING 1991

2006-02-02T19:30:00.000-08:00

It has been
My most
Grievious fault
To repeatedly
Choose

(men?)
Who enter
(entertain?)
Public
(publicity?)

In an
'about face'
OR Show me
How baddd! you are:

Imaginary figments
Their minds
Designed to brillance

The idles
(idols?)
The common place folk
and
The ushers
Who interpret
The thieves

TOUCHING 1996

2006-02-02T18:56:00.000-08:00

Skin as soft
as a touching
love Song
your scent
lyrically
poetic
you were
a dream
I embodied
Into a vision
and fashioned as
Love

MAY 4-5 2004

2006-02-02T17:44:00.000-08:00

TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE MOON MAY 4-5 2004

2006-02-02T17:32:00.000-08:00

Tip to toe
Length to low
Ummmmn
Ummmmn
Ummmmmmnnnnn
No interference
Undistracted
Intimate embraced reunion
"Wanna cuddle?"
"ok"
Serene
Somewhere in the valley

MISERY JAN. 23 06

2006-02-02T16:57:00.000-08:00

Misery likes misery
Misery lingers
Don't want no company
Hard to reach

Misery can't hardly
Stand him 'Self'
It's only
'Fancy' the dog
That prevents him
Vanishing like an elf

Misery say:
"Don't compliment me"
I say
"The Waldorf was sublime"

"But 74
In Reel
To Real time
You sucked"

He likes that
"Best thing you've said"
Says he.

"It's true
say I.
don't trip
and
don't hang up".

I just hate that!

THE LOVING......5-14-96

2006-02-02T12:17:00.000-08:00

The loving
For so long
Was infused with spiritual
Signifigance
For me

Recognizing now
It was little more
Than a biological
Function to you
Has transformed my
Interpretation
Of it
Entirely

rock *******star

2006-01-27T14:25:00.000-08:00

ROCK STAR TO BLACK HOLE (Nov. 1989)

2006-01-27T13:39:00.000-08:00

None were alike Strangers some; still I appeared Translucent to all.
Their perception was not only similar it was the same.
None seemed puzzeled "You're in love with him",
Leapt to their lips moments into my diatribe.
I arose and retreated each day to a dwelling where mildew and moss
Were busily breeding on the vacancy signs that hung above the doors
Of reason and understanding. "Doomed" might as well have been engraved
Across my countenance In bold emphatic type.
These soothsayers, diagnosticians each, chose the word Love
Rather than doom. Love Doom they are synonomous to me.
ARTHUR ARTHUR ARTHUR I was a placard of devotion.
Still loathe to call it love was I. Everyone I encountered was assaulted
By the cresendo of that drone tone. ARTHUR ARTHUR ARTHUR
It began to taste like poison in everyone's mouth but mine. I continued to eat
And drink freely of it. ARTHURARTHURarthurart...Innocents were infected
ARTHUR-ITIS. Lord have mercy. In time all grew weary. My affliction was
By now epidemic. I was told the only ointment that heals is time.
No Doctor...No Priest No cult crashing, kidnaping, deprogrammer
Could assure that even time, held properties
Sufficient to heal this arthuritis of mine. My condition was graven,
When reminded that many Arthur-itic predecessors had perished.
Well...recovery seemed bleek and blind until, some survivor
Told me,"Time wounds all heals" the thought unleashed
A reservoir of demon fighting anti-bodies Within.
My imagination dashed unbound envisioning the delicious evolution
Of a destiny so just. Star becomes Quasar, becomes Pulsar ,becomes White Dwarf,
Becomes Black Hole. Destiny is devine. Rock 'em Sock "em the game he played.
They called it Love, I couldn't call it. When it comes to Love,
Fractures life or death "what's Love got to do with it?"

copyright November 89
poeia

ROCK STAR TO BLACK HOLE or HOLY CANDLES BURNING CEASELESSLY UNTIL YOU'RE WELL

2006-01-27T13:34:00.000-08:00

2006-01-27T11:26:00.000-08:00

SWEET LAMB OF GOD

2006-01-23T06:28:00.000-08:00

LAMB OF GOD YOU TAKE AWAY
THE SINS OF THE WORLD
HAVE MERCY ON US

BLESSED MOTHER OF GOD

2006-01-23T06:23:00.000-08:00

MISCHIEVIOUS BROWN EYES june 8,2002

2006-01-22T21:28:00.000-08:00

June 8, 2002
Oh Dear God
How Can I One More Moment Endure?
"REJOICE"
You Say Rejoice?
I Can No More Rejoice than hear the pounding
ONE TWO THREE.....The Thrice Your Blessed Trinity.
You say "LOVE YOUR ENEMY"
Love My Beloved.
They call him a sociopath
a psychopath, a reprobate, beyond salvation..........
I remember only the mirrored beauty
of my own self, in his dark brown eyes.
Be it the devil's guise, an attempt to disarm me.
to rob me of earthly possession,,,,,to batter and bruise....
which caused my son to hate, & moved his young heart
toward thoughts of murder.....to protect the love of silly mother.
who could be lost in mischievious brown eyes.
whose only intention was to deceive....And she so long lost...
in the belief that these too could be saved.BLESSED MOTHER OF GOD,,,
PLEASE enlighten me,because I am Lost..in helpless deceit of hopeless Dark Brown Eyes..
I WISH PRESERVED
FOR ETERNAL BLISS.

RETURN TRIP January 7,1997

2006-01-05T12:50:00.000-08:00

There' a taste of you
In every breath
I take
Your memory
In each glance
Never far gone
You in absence
Reality remade
As though you
Are a part of everything
In nature, industry,in life
You have pollinated everything
Imbued with meaning.
There is no putting you away Nor forgetting how impenetrable
You have become
Self made. The mountains stand
Lands swell--flooded--and still
You are the same
A part of everything
From yesterday until forever
You
Just one black man
Alone in a cell

Charles Fine......................Henry Darger

2006-01-02T09:09:00.000-08:00

Henry Darger, Charles Fine

2006-01-02T08:43:00.000-08:00

Henry Dargers's work is some of my beloved..he's gone now.....
BUT CHARLES FINE'S show at ACE GALLERY, Beverly hills, is the most exquisite show of work I've seen by any artist working in the last 50 years.........google ace gallery...go...until Jan. 14 -06 i believe.

A TO Z WITH MR LEE

2006-01-02T01:37:00.000-08:00

a to z 1989

A_ABSENTIOUS TO AMOUROUS ADVANCES EXCEPTING ARTHUR'S-ADVERSITY-AGED-
B_BRILLANCE-BEAUTIFUL BABY bye cry bye-BENT-BLOODTESTS-
C_COMFORT-COSMIC COMMUNICATION-CRAZED-
D_DESIRE,DESIRE,DESIRE-DISTRACTED- DISRUPTIVE DESPERATION-DEBT-DEBILITATED-DISOWNED-
E_EXASPERATING ENIGMA-EXCITING-ENTRANCEMENT-EVEN STILL-
F_FIRE-FAST-FLEE-FUTURE FRENETIC-
G_GOD GIFTED-GOODNESS GRACIOUS-
H_HARMONIC-HONESTY-HEP,HELP-
I_INTENSE-INCOMPLETE INTERACTION-INSATIATE-INTREPID-INSTICTIVE INSTABILITY-
J_JEOPARDIZE-
K_KINDRED KINETICS-
L_LOVE-LIFE-LIVE LONG-LESSON LEARNED-(edit:2005 not)-
M_MINE-MISSED-MUSICAL MAGNIFICANCE-MANIC METAPHOR-
N_NAIVETY-NOTORIOUS NOMAD-
O_OBSESSED-
P_PO PLEASING PUNSTER-PROTECT-PREGNANT PAUSE PAINFUL-PARTING PRISON PAINFUL-PITY-
Q_QUIVER-
R_POMANTIC ROGUE-REMORSE-RESPECT-
S_SORRY-SORROWFUL-SNATCH-SMOKE-
T_TIME-TENDER-THANKYOU-TOUJOURS PRET.
U_UNLIKELY UNION---UNLESS,,,,,,UNTIL........
V_VOLATILE VIOLATIONS-
W_WOHHHH!-WHY NOT?-WOW-WANT FILLED YET WAVERING-
X_XANTHIC-
Y_YOUNG-YOURS-YIPES!-
Z_ZOO-***ZANY*******

POOR pitifulpo " PO"

2006-01-01T23:45:00.000-08:00

GRACE STREET HOLLYWOOD 1994

2005-12-15T01:43:00.000-08:00

The sun
shines in
dishes must wait
garbage will stand
girl's intent
on passing
out plates

The meals prepared
menu extense
now let us examine
and detail
each baser's
expense

The host
was delayed
from finding her way
Still one
by one
they step through
the gate

So many came calling
all without word
smelling of ducats
and other
bad things

intent defines
impatience
it bronzes their look
They muzzel
my art
These robbers of time

Quickly I calculate
the character
of each
player present

Pull on my vest
grab all that is dearest
stuffing what
I treasure
in the
pocket
nearest my breast

They've come again
shufflin' on in
you've asked them
to phone first
don't land
on a lark

They always
bring the joneses
which always strikes
the spark

As all map
their spaces
now
the confusion
it starts

They're here to disarm
and distract you
"Out of concern"
and "Respect"
they suggest

Clumsily
with forethought
eager in eye
they stake out
their nest

Things will get broken
liquids will spill
containers may break
wasted words
the hours will fill

With dawns
young arrival
the olympians they step

at the doors
silent opening
clarity quickly
jumped through
the crack

Those soldiers
out scoring
said soon
they'd return
the remainder
stood vigil
The silence
it screamed

nothing to do now
nothing but wait
A fresh bag
was coming
the pad was a wreck
the circumspect who
worship with lips
on fresh bowls
now looked like zombies
their thoughts far away

Suddenly remembering
valuables, things i treasure
left in their natural space
I hope to preserve them
before the snakes
Clip the Bait

STRANGE FRUIT

2005-12-13T08:47:00.000-08:00

poorpitifulpo: in the realms of the unreal

2005-12-13T06:02:00.000-08:00

CRY HELP

2005-12-13T05:22:00.000-08:00

does our co-dependence give us
the need to serve?
does the need to protect & serve
lead to addiction?
the i'm sorry syndrome
we don't want to hurt
want to help
don't wish to have given
birth,and raised the
perfect child
to destroy that
same creation
by not loving nor caring for
his object of concern
. ...5-30-94.....

GAZED

2005-12-13T05:18:00.000-08:00

Just like you hung
the picture
joy inside my tears
the pink cloud
of loving life
again.

The simple things
the life God designed,
living things live
aquarium fish, birds in flight.

Unbreakable smiles
wild raucous
laughter
Rowdy loud.

Until it hurt.
Those regions of my face
had not been
so pleasingly extended
for so very long
.............5/29/94

poorpitifulpo: 'SENTENCE'

2005-11-02T23:25:00.000-08:00

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'SENTENCE' MAY 5,1989

2005-11-02T22:14:00.001-08:00

Dec.9,1989
"SENTENCE"

Time ain't nothin' but a chance
to sit on your ass
an' kick it.

Brothers
from unhappy mothers
Be at home
in a caged crib.

Talk Memphis
Talk Dumb Shit
Grab a Bitch
Rough her up quick

ticket
to kick it. Holiday
You know you ain't
never gonna miss
that bitch's whine

Tamp 'em up solid
ain't never lied,
only a fool
be choosin' a fine
Fluff up my pillow
I'll do the time.

Rather get thrashed
than part
with that cash.
'Ol homeboy
yakking on the phoneboy

Shufflin' and pushin broom
Ain't hip to crib with bars
Relax,
You're on Mars

Talk Memphis
Talk Trash
Don't part with that CASH!

STILL MORE AGAIN

2005-10-22T14:15:00.000-07:00

Where there's truth
also
deceit
Where there's trust
betrayal
awaits
Where there's man
so also
woman
Beyond pleasure
assured pain
Love still present
a pawn
in the game