Liar

Dark spirit

seals my eyes,

hides from me

how wise trees

recall lusty

summer green, 

says

they're dead,

and when I die

my pain will also end

with his dubious gift

of nothingness.  

But I don't believe

this lie

of passionless 

eternal night,  

for in my core I feel

searing tongues of flame,

lifting me,
like spring,

from winter's grave!

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лгун

Темный дух
уплотнений моих глазах,
прячется от меня
как мудрые деревья
Напомним похотливых
Летом зеленые.

Он говорит,
они будут мертвы,
и когда я умру
моя боль закончится
с его сомнительным даром
небытия.

Но я не верю
эта ложь
от бесстрастного
вечной ночи,

ибо в моей основной я чувствую,
языки пламени,
жгучая благодать
подъемные меня, как весной,
с могилы зимний!

Lament for a Cop

Helicopters hover,  searching

for the one who shot

the man who served,

who held a thin shield

between us and the chaos

of violent minds, reckless desires

born of poverty, 

ignorance, 

greed.

He coached our kids

showed them how

to hit three-pointers, 

be safe, 

live

without fear.

Fearlessly, he pursued the robbers,

slammed them to a firm

stop, and followed them

down an ally

to his death.

How can our city, 

our state or country, 

our culture survive

when ignorance wins

and heroes die?

dedicated to Officer Jim Capoot, Vallejo PD, killed in the line of duty on 11/17/11

Pagan Moon

Pagan moon, 

solid rock, hanging

low in the eastern sky,

southern curve

cleanly slices

through the 

silk of night.

But north

of the winking eye

a bite gone

from the lunar pie!

Was it blown away 

by some 

stiff

solar wind?

or just a snack 

eaten by a 

famished, 

smackin'

dragon?

Even the Wind

Even the wind

in high, silent trees

waits for motion.

Leaves hang, eager to drop

into cold sunshine

as empty chairs 'round the small table

wait for the conversation to begin;

but fern and rose

have nothing to say.

Shadow fills this still

autumn day.

Advice to a Madman

Look into the sun

and you'll sear your brains.

Deep truth burns,

sets tender nerves aflame.

Better to look

at the dispossessed moon.

With reflected lies

she'll comfort you.

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