Serving Time – Incarceration of both sides –

 “They kept me in a cage for too long because now every room I am standing in is just another cell.” – Raegan Butcher, Rusty String Quartet


You were my lover and a thug too
We got together, I quickly knew
Days went by and nights we do
Your criminal mentality showed straight through
Sirens coming now, the boys in blue
This was it, I’d serve time with you
Doors clicking on the inside and you knew
mind clicking on the outs, I’m serving time with you
You were spinning, calls not going through
I was spinning, serving time with you
Letters, so many letters, all holding a clue
That my love, I’m serving time with you.
Soon the days will be through
Last days of serving time with you
Freedom it calls, everything new
I’ll have to do it again, serving time with you

Also published in Broowaha
First published in Opinions Of Eye



Outside Night –

 “We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” – Plato

I’m hiding in this darkness so long
That I don’t remember light.
I thought I’d open a window and see
What lives outside the night.
But on the glance of what should be hope,
I was blinded by the ray.
I never knew that light could

cause me this much pain.
But its warmth had a touch and
A sight of what could be,
I was still scared by the pain of knowing
That I really wasn’t free. 

The prison I was locked in is
A cage of my own design.
Only I could use a key of faith
One had left for me to find.

Breaking the hardened seal
of my sepulchered life,
I blinked back tears at
What’s outside night. 

Also published in Broowaha
First published in Opinions Of Eye

We Are One – Intimate fusion of we

“Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.” – Jim Morrison

I hold you firmly, one hand placing yours above your head

The other, finding its way down the silken trails 
of your neck, your breasts, your hips
Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly 
finding all of you
My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,
Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate
Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,
I join with you, deep in your love, 
my kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,
Drawing a touch of red from my excitement
We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion bind us
Twisting, pushing, feeling, holding, tasting, teasing
Dancing with rhythm, a steadily increasing tempo, 
hypnotic, enticing
I see in your eyes, mischievousness, excitement, 
an appetite for more of me
Falling into you, the branches of our intimacy
Fuel a raging fire, our worlds warmed 
with its white hot glow
The lust driving our souls, planets crashing together
Creating a fusion, elements not on either, now on both,
We are one

Also published in Broowaha

Remember – Reaching out to the incarcerated

“The greater ignorance towards a country is not ignoring what its politicians have to say, it is ignoring what the inmates in its prisons have to say.” – Criss Jami

During the last couple of years I’ve been exposed to a whole sub culture of people who are presently incarcerated or have recently been incarcerated. A large percentage of these people are caught in a tangled web of addiction and recidivism. Its heartbreaking to hear the lonely voices, the cries of the broken people wanting their loved ones to understand and give them one more chance. I’ve seen them stranded in the prison, crying out for anyone to know they still exist. Don’t get me wrong, I know most of them deserve what they got. Nearly all of them made choices that directly relate to their present condition. Still, do we remember these people? Personally I’ve given huge amounts of time, money, and energy to assist those “locked down”. My heart hurts for them, I cannot help most of them, they are beyond the help of an individual, they need to determine to help themselves. But, how many of us should be there? Could be there? “There but for the Grace of God go I”, is the old saying. How can we understand, help, but still let our love be “tough love” and let them experience the repercussions of their actions? Take a minute today to remember those struggling with addictions, those dual diagnosed with both addictions and mental problems. Write to someone you know, volunteer to write someone you don’t know, or just simply pray for those in “the Big House”. The disciples asked Jesus, when did we see you in prison? He responded, “as you have done to the least of these you have done it to me.”

Also published in: Life As A Human Magazine
Also published in: Broowaha