If you watch Cav's progress on this and other threads, you see a talent that begins slightly awkwardly, then grows in a steadfast manner, until he becomes a very good poet, with a promise of the best yet to come. I was in awe of his ability to expand his horizons and grow. It was a tragedy on so many levels that he did not live out his full life span.
you who are the men who ask for peace
women are the ones to give you all release
power mad
how we grab
on this soil
and foreign toil
and yet pretend were looking for surcease
join the first in ghandi-line
thoreau and king they be fine
mother theresa florence nightingale
bertrand russell cannot fail
you who are the men that failed at peace
standing on a hill that's steep and lined with grease
power mad
how they grab
on this soil
steal foreign oil
and yet pretend they's looking for surcease
#22
You can't disguise October
By raking lawns and sweeping lanes
October only laughs at you
And shakes her jewels again
October's tastes are gaudy.
She wears her threadbare best
Cadmium, vermilion, and sienna
Flaunting shades of glory
Before November takes her down
thank you, edgar
a word from you is better than a sonnet
#23
Hey,
Your thoughts, not mine, that's what I want to hear
Your art, your books, your music; our differences are clear
I know my own perspective; I walk with it each day
Yet, here I am, I'm not immune to things you have to say
So,
I'm listening, I'm learning, for there's one true thing I know
That comfortable sameness is not the way to grow
I'll give the view from my world; you do the same for me
Patterns overlapping show true diversity
your thoughts are your own
my words are mine alone
how sadly how aimless like a drone
if you echoed me
and I mirrored thee
in a world diverse and duplicate free
In a world that is duplicate free
You can be you and I can be me
But is it therefore so diverse
It's same throughout the universe
Everyone's the same in the fact
That they're different; substance is lacked.
i watch you on the middle of the tightrope
arms like charlie chaplins waving
all in all your balance an isotrope
to the love im always craving
you spin you turn then how you waver
concentration fear in your eyes
you look to me like your dreaded savior
one last glance before your body flies
disasters rise and take the land
some survive and take a hand
earth is vast yet much is lost
we open our hearts to cover the cost
#24
Life is a three-ring circus
A venue for every stage
Simultaneous ruckus
Erupting from every cage
Life is a tightrope act
Balanced too high over all
A mad dash across the chasm
Praying against a fall
Life is a swing on the trapeze
Hurling through space with the hope
Hands will be there to catch you
When you let go of the rope
Life is a barrel of monkeys
And you are the monkey clown
Life is an empty big-top
Packed up for another town
#24 ½
Life is a just a bowl of cherries,
A box of chocolates,
A roller coaster ride
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's tougher than elephant's hide
Life is a dream, it's a joke, it's a game
Life is beautiful
Life's a shame, it's a sham and a scam
Life is good, Life is hell, Life is calling
Life isn't a one-way street
Life is what happens when you make other plans
Life is sweet, Life is funny
Life is a dog
Life is
Life is constantly fighting,
It's almost invincible,
And it's most always slighting
The weak, slow, and unable.
Life is comparable to,
Life is whatever you want,
Whatever occurs to you,
But it's desciption does taunt.
So raise your glass to here, now;
To live this life I avow.
What of itself is a value beyond all value?
That neither gold nor paper can buy?
Look in the eye of those you speak to
and see a reality as real as you.
#25
Under the Tomato Bush (a time when life was easy)
In my mother's garden when I was eight
Stretched on my back between the stakes
Below a lattice of translucent leaves
Pendulous red tomatoes brushed my nose.
The smell of the vines and the earth intertwined
With the taste of the fresh plucked fruit
That drooled over my cheeks into my ears.
A taste so fine that I ate another and
Watched, through a hole in my bower
As a hawk drew slow circles against the blue
I'm dying to live, I'm dying to love
That certain person I've been thinking of,
And I've been walking past a time or two
Just to spend my time anywhere near you.
I know it can't be and I would let go,
Except for the fact that no one I know
Gets me the way you do, the real me;
I must be the only one who can't see
That my tired heart is pledged fully to thee.
great jaws shaking me like a storm ridden willow tree
the demon of war tearing out the throats of all the young men
in eden on the planets other end a veil calm as tea
young girls dance to their grandmothers approving grin
god is so good she applauds god is so good
small tomatoes in the garden
green and crisp with frost
beyond care from gentle sunshine
untamed stems slowly wither
browned though autumn's eyes
dieing fruit lay littered upon the earth
Leaving seeds to bed for winter
to bloom again in spring
squealing like a ruffled bat
with nowhere to hang his toes
i paddle through the night
looking in caves for sally rose
looked into sallys house
her mama she dont know
asked her boyfriends too
they dont tell wheres my sally rose
my friends i go to hell for sally rose
shes a butterfly who runs my sally rose
shes a butterfly who runs my sally rose
