Lily Freed

So beautiful, her lips, bright teeth flesh find
bite-sting awakens something wild inside,
whole self in a move
pure love in a rythmn
passion in a grip as from her tongue unthinking obscenities slip, silkily
into that bubble of heat,
made only when lovers loving equally meet,
at the sweet peak, we part, warmed within,
nuzzling slow,
slowing down, to rest,
total stillness in a lover,
is only for death.

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Real Things

Money’s not a real thing
nor flesh
or steel
or stones in golden settings ablaze with light
cast from lanterns or lightbulbs, unreal
these things,
transient,
temporary, passing arrangements only
moments in a melody beyond mortal man’s knowing
one made of vibrations on flowing threads
of the one single real thing energy.
Energy is effort
devotion to grow
an art or a passion or a person
its how we know
nurture from harm
pleasure from pain
sense from stupidity
healing from hurt
real things, energy, help it flow,
grow
and learn.

Think of the Money!

“Industry, policymakers and social leaders – like Pope Francis – must work together to support policies that bring about new advances in fossil energy technologies so we can strike a balance between global economic needs and climate concerns,” Tom Altmeyer, Arch Coal Lobbylist

Think of the Money!
Not Bangladesh drowning
Think of the Money! not coasts in collapse beneath rising watery wrath, no
Think of the Money!
yell the coal king’s pawns.

Think of the Money!
not the thousands of lives
Think of the Money!
not good leaders preaching, no
Think of the Money!
leave science to our servants,
says suited greed.

A Celebration of Sir Lee

A voice
a face,
a talent,
amazed
from Hammer’s coffin
to New Line’s second Tower
on the screen, as a man, or a voice
he had power.
power grand,  power deep, power darkly unique
rings in a voice
that shall never know sleep
on uncounted screens, in uncounted dreams
speaks this knightly man,
whose many songs and many films on all art’s tiers stand.

Courageous and courteous
commanding and kind
Lee knew true suffering
and the value of life
as an Officer, a gentleman, as an actor, a leader
audiences needed him everywhere to lead them-
via mock darkness and horror, villainy and terror
to something higher something lighter something warmer, something brighter.

Farewell Sir Christopher Frank Carandini Lee,
singer
soldier
swordsmaster
actor supreme
your impact was massive
you’re in a thousand dreams,
ars longa, vita brevis
your art was your life
vale magnum, Sir Lee,
grand actor Knight.

latin translations: ars longa, vita brevis =art endures, life is short. Vale magnum= farewell, great one.

Get A Grip

Get a grip,
I’m told
on this
mindless, conformity bar
iron brittle and sharp
running red with blood revolution’s start-
get a grip,
keep the shape,
tow the line
obey the state, without question-
or query or contrary thought to lessen-
your grip,
on sanity apathy’s bar
keeping you from whirling
in changes current, hurling
people and places down progress’s rocky stream
towards the future so-
get a grip, stay right where you are
or let it slip lose yourself, cling not to the past.