Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Mar 28, 2017 in Day Gun
Sssssso fine, the Queen of my dirty thoughtsss.
I’ve ssseen you onccce in blue pantsss,
hoping for a sssecond chanccce,
to kisss you sssoft and kisss you sssweet,
with no sssocks between the sssheetsss.
What are you a 12 year old?
The many milesss between our homesss,
will be forgotten by the moansss.
For when my earth and air ignite your fire,
even the heavensss will groan with desssire.
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Mar 18, 2017 in Day Gun
Last night I spied you
of the corner of my eye.
The image unclear
your predecessor still blurs my vision.
I felt you
at and through me.
What did you see?
What is left of me?
I could not look.
This taste so fine
for my lonely patience.
My love ~ a Canyon.
Just enough space
your glorious emanation.
My folks hooked up on a highway to Hell.
Their son’s eminent arrival inspired ringing of bells.
Now I am bent on raising Hell from time to time,
but this life no longer bothers me in fact I find it just fine,
even custom designed.
If you ever find yourself ~frozen~ at the gates of Hell,
know that your lost way is just in your mind
and you may turn back at anytime.
So don’t ever carry regrets, sorrow or shame.
Save some concern for Hell as it is always the one who is blamed.
I am the arctic wind on a moonlit winter’s night.I am the warm summer breeze lakeside in the shade. I am the shattering quake sent to bring you to your knees.I am the long smooth rock you lay across to soak up the Sun.I am the funnel cloud nightmare from your childhood dreams come true.I am the lift in your kite that takes you to new heights. I am the cracked and blistered drought ridden valley floor.I am the moist fertile soil where seeds sprout and trees grow.I am the dust devil that blows up your skirt.I am the breath used to ignite the fire from the hot bed of coals. I am the catch for all sprayed poison on its way to the rivers. I am home for fungus and food for the worms.I am the rolling thunder soundtrack to your lovers’ quarrel.I am the gust that frees the milkweed seeds from their pods. I am molten lava violently released to build mountains and islands.I am the solid bedrock used to anchor skyscrapers. I am the place where you lay your graduated loved ones to rest. I am the whisper prayer of thanks for this life.
Conquered and discarded.
Thank you Great Teacher.
Generations of volatile love patterns
A Heart sacrificed for my ancestors and children.
There are rules to the Dream in this realm
even gods like us must obey.
Our Love exists in a parallel Universe,
may we meet there someday.
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Aug 19, 2016 in Day Gun
My Love a rocket.
With no helmet or seat belt, I ignite.
Coordinates —> the heart of your sun.
Like a moth in the dark, I risk all to be with your light.
Like a fool on the run, I lift off no return in sight.
Just for a chance to soar through the heavens with you LOVE.