My hard luck bones,
needed a home
to end the roam,
a place called "own,"
my hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones
thought they had slowed,
had found a home,
could settle some,
my hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones
for touch did moan,
louder did groan
striking the tones,
my hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones
they nearly froze,
but words found floes;
Expression flows,
and flows and flows,
and flows and flows,
and flows and flows
from hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones
are filled with holes
bored by your woes,
and by my knows,
and by your throws,
and by my lows,
and by your stones,
and by my no's,
and by your chokes,
and by my woes,
and through your holds,
my life forgoes
with hard luck bones,
bones filled with holes,
holes filled with stones
to make me whole;
Need many stones
for hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones,
hard path I chose,
and not I chose,
yet I blame none,
in life is done,
and what is done,
my bones have done,
mistakes are some,
I'm not alone,
I'm not alone,
not only one
with erring bones,
so throw your stones
at hard luck bones,
so throw your stones
at hard luck bones,
my hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones,
have dreams that grow,
to hope they hold,
for grassy knolls,
bright petals strewn,
where sunlight shone,
where hearts are wove,
and tongues are wove,
with pens are wove,
and woes are flown,
and sorrows gone,
and woes are none,
and hard luck done,
and love is come
to hard luck bones,
my beautiful bones,
my scarred bones,
my living bones,
my breathing bones,
carry the drones
few others know,
that no one knows,
Everyone knows,
has hard luck bones,
Everyone tows
some hard luck bones,
just like my bones,
my hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones
are not so old,
and they still grow,
ring louder tolls,
sound brighter tones,
happier tones,
melodious tones,
more joyous tones,
my hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones,
my bones I chose
to scribe in poems;
impatient prose,
I cannot pose,
remain disrobed
baring my bones,
their countless holes
repaired with stones,
make stronger bones,
My hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones,
to rise I chose,
bad doors I close,
and open those
where new life flows,
and bones will grow,
and grow and grow,
and grow and glow,
and glow and grow,
and walk new roads,
and peal new tolls,
follow new floes,
survive more holes,
words to be honed
with hard luck bones,
words being honed
by bones and stones,
words carved and honed
upon the stones,
words cut and honed
on hard luck bones,
my words are bones,
my hard luck bones.

My hard luck bones,
my poems are home
for hard luck bones,
my poems they own
my bones they own,
a place called "home,"
my hard luck bones
have found a home,
a home to own,
my poems are home,
my hard luck bones.

I like to swing the bat,
to hit balls.
The batting cages are
fun at first,
not having a clue
how the ball will come
flying toward me.
It is easier to swing
and hit
when I see the pitcher.

I see him.

I stand alone,
no pinch hitter,
in the batter's box,
unable to stop him
from throwing.

I have to swing.

Inside
I have been gathering
courage to walk around
on my misunderstood
hard luck bones.

I know that I can,
the knowledge being
the lift
as there is no one else
to lift me.

Not today.

Only more stones
for my bones.
I cannot stretch
my heart
any further
for friendship
than I still do.

I do not know
if I am doing it wrong,
or if your intent
never was.

The only road I can take
is the road that leads
to loving,
to learning.

Will you walk with me?

Unbroken,
bent but unbroken
I stand straight again
just as before

All the madness,
the confusion,
they have faces
and names

Assurance
is an expensive commodity,
but one for which I am willing
to pay a high price,

as well as for friendship,
trust,
loyalty,
respect,
honor.

Standing alone but tall,
a friend,
trustworthy,
loyal,
respectful,
honorable

For You, my friend.

And so they fight,
the warm Rain and the cold North wind;
the Rain softer then lighter,
the North wind now as cold as the dark side
of Pluto.
The Rain will keep to the southside
permitting him to keep company
with his fear.

In the tomb, lingers
merely a phantom,
dissipated; mature
breezes of wisdom
carry what was
by divers delicate fissures
through densest marble;
naught endures.
From love, built
to withstand the elements,
yet piedra... under over-
bearing pressure relents.
Ruthless winds pounded
walls within, without;
once invincible walls
weaken, waver with doubt.
A crease--
one crooked, thin line appears,
a tiny, treacherous
trickle through piedra tears.
Marble cracked, unrepaired,
grows unstable;
vulnerable, weak...
further fractures, inevitable.
Unyielding,
enfeebling, afflicting gale,
unrepentant attacks
the fortress frail.
Creases become crevices, slender though deep,
through which
La Cuerpa slipped, vanished,
never to be contained.

You want me yours alone
or not at all,
you want me at your
beck and call,
but I am not your mother,
find another
or enjoy what we could have
for a while, lover.

A question...

Why does a man say that he does not want to be smothered, does not want for another to own him, yet he wants to own the woman individually or not at all?

_______________--Lluvia

Some are lovers
hiding 'neath covers,
while others fight,
make up at night.

I love to love
another,
learn
him backward
forward.

I love to yearn,
to be shot down,
the challenge,
high noon sun,
is where it's fun.

Find ways to rise,
each time
a higher climb,
new skills, improved,
not past my prime.

A learned whore
can be pleased more
often than
scared virgins,
prudish bores.

A whore for words
as men's swords
fall rusted to floors
the minds worth more
than ever before.

Play with me,
sing to me,
hide in every corner.
I will not leave
until he asks me.

fear of her weaker feminine arms

so strong,

that they forget they can use their

tree trunk legs

to walk away if she clings too tightly.


or is her force so powerful,

too hypnotic,

that they cannot reason,

they can no longer think for themselves

under the spell of her enchantment


cowards

_______i am as sand. You think
______i'm in yo ur hand but as you
______stroll ba refoot where ocean meets
________land...


___Glimmering,

______shimmering

_________facets_________________tips

_____________________and

_______waving

____arms and torsos

_________writhing hips

______________Hypnotizing

__________Mesmerizing

Swaying____Rising

__before__your

_______eyes

_____and you

____Realize--




A downward gaze

in your unfastened haze...

you are flaccid

remiss

a jellyfish.


Unintentional man-

-umission...__Sand

_________________f
________________l
_______________o
______________w
_____________e
_____________d

______________p
_______________o
_______________u
________________r
_________________e
__________________d

_____________r__i___v
____________________e
_____________________r
_____________________e

_____________________d

_____________________.

Your lower lip quivered--

--slightly.

Ocean's distant cousins

make tide pools

for an instant.

You blink them

compliant.

Master of sand?

Oh, no...

When I want to,

I Go.

Pictures keep falling off the walls.

Every time I hang one up,

another falls.

I try to keep them from falling,

but I am not doing it right.

I am all alone, and no one can help me.

The holes in the walls...

I do not wish to see them.

Only your sweet, smiling faces.

Not one set of twins, but two.

You knew not who he knew.

He never in a million would have guessed.

I tried to ignore this. And then that.

And then that that thing.

They only thought they knew,

learned more,

still thought they knew,

learned more,

and realized--

--maybe there are some things

we don't know.

And a few know,

but most only suspect.

I,

omg,

I am trying to ignore

this new thing

that continues to try

to make up, to back track,

to not be too late,

but I already know.

And I do not know what to do.

But I want to cry

some more.

From Another World:

B, disturbed,
K, arrogant,
K, misled,
S, shit,

Not that important.

determined,
dedicated,
honorable,
unveritable,

All confused.

ley-al (leal),
creative,

Calmly curve confines.

conflicted,
two-way mirror,
converted,
fast learner,
no longer amused,
uninhibited,

Worlds are too small.

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Numbers are positive or negative.

Tadpoles
New Frogs

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