MOTION SICKNESS

Going back and forth
positive against negatives
waiting for the response of
questions
answers
is fact or opinions 
where is that open mindedness?
no
it's just pure sarcasm
Head aches formed
voices get their bass tones
what's the outcome
unresolved
uncompromising
uncomforting
and anger standing in loves place
soft tones, with loud face
everything my way
or your way
is in the way
but what's that? 
We are having a hard time with-
compromising meeting half way
Joking is never received 
or it's just not the right time to joke
all this
without cigarettes and lighters
it's going up in smoke
Aspirin is not the cure
apologies are not always healing words
going in circles without moving
arguments causing nausea 
praying for love at this moment
to make love in the heat of our moments
and release
to powerful ejections
that would put all behind
set it all aside
so maybe it could hide
our.......MOTION SICKNESS

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

BLACK PURPLES

BLACK PURPLES 

The weight of the branch hung heavy into our yard
Dark colored ripeness would blossom
but stain grass, dirt and cement 
when squashed
I remember watching birds and insects
flock these Black purples
and indulging in it's sweetness
The smell was annoying, yet alluring
Too curious to ponder on safety
I step in the mine fields of falling black purples
and reached
and I pulled
and I gather as much as I could
Ahhhh Salvation....
An 8 year old dancing in the yard
excited about stained hand fulls
and white sneakers with crushed sweet black purples
on the souls of my shoes
I looked around
ignoring my little brothers wide eyes
I smelled
I quickly licked
and smack my mouth to familiarize the taste
dayum, just a tease
so I looked at my wide eyed brother
opened my mouth
and let the black purple rest on my tongue
Without chewing,
the sweetness filled my buds
and salivary glands flooded my cheeks and pallet
my wide eye brother looking with hand over his mouth
with silent sounds of "awwwwww"
I smiled and chewed
and danced around the yard,
popping two's and three's at a time
I dared not to share this moment
stripping away that branch hoovering into our yard
until the last black purple was gone
yellow greens and pinks reds stood visible
but not chosen by birds or bugs
so I, as they did, left them alone
sitting sadly on my porch
like a child on punishment
starring daily at that hanging branch
waiting on more black and purples to appear
but they didn't and they won't
only the higher branches spawned the sweetness
and by then
I was to far out mental reach to get my happiness back
New discovery
rolling my eyes away from the naked branch
my nose looked up another sugar tapped
replacement in joyous eyes and dancing tongues
I bonded with a bush called "Honey Suckle"
passing the temporary memory of Black purples
where a new taste adventure would begin


By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner