• harbor

    Byjucasso

    too extreme the feelings keen in the long wind of my genes, I
    cannot stay in the positive pole,
    ever drifting through the downward spiral-a staircase to escape
    obedience, to a God Eagle totem
    taking me under His wing, to
    punish rebuke to my chagrin-I need
    lucrative employment of all the missiles bibles to teach the beauty is
    hope not cruelty in the impoverished
    hearts and minds of all who suffer at one time or another-I offer
    peace, a piece of pie, pie in the sky when we die, the happy hunting
    grounds, the
    wilder-beast and the buffalo, the elk deer moose, and I the golden
    goose partake being parched with a thirst-
    water H2O the Universal Solvent,
    hydrates the driest eye, replenishes the tears I cry, chooses to live
    or die, in a fixation forever awed by
    the power of an ocean cooling the coastline blowing kisses to the
    fishes with wind on a mission to call the gull and the dove land in
    the sand of a most remote love, anchor the rancor of boats in your
    harbor-most anointed quest, regard life so hard to have but few
    regrets, and the sun isn’t done
    in skies as blue as it gets.

  • tilapia

    Byjucasso

    when we were young we were older than time
    coming from the other side.
    when we were born the stage was set-with stars
    moon sun oceans rivers lakes streams.
    animals in their majesty depend on the kindness
    of nature.
    love ephemeral creative eccentric thoroughly
    kinetic-more committed than ever grateful
    for every day to give and to receive a genuine
    moment shared with those special someones
    who forgive my worst encourage the best,
    and laugh with tears in eyes it’s just so funny!
    the cats Molly and Cisco speak and understand
    a good deal of English-Grandma my mother is
    visiting-I explained to m & c they’ll be having
    supper in the computer room tonight. they
    understood perfectly and sat down on the
    futon looking like chickens do-I presented
    them with their 2 plates of their fave tilapia
    they seemed interested so I left the room and
    joined mom in the kitchen-she had served up
    mushrooms & peas, string beans, sesame
    noodles and before mom could get a shrimp
    with cocktail sauce in her mouth Molly had
    jumped up on the table trying to swat mom’s
    shrimp out of her hand to the floor. Mom is
    not really an animal person so I had to tell
    her don’t yell at Molly mom-cat scratches
    can be terribly painful! Then in a high pitched
    voice mom was saying get down sweetheart-
    get down baby-I interceded and gruffly said
    get down! actually we didn’t laugh over
    this story-I don’t even know why I’m
    telling it?

  • the prologue:

    Byjucasso

    you can see the mountains and the moon,
    through clouds the vision
    sounds the senses to a tune,
    yet for haste there would be no stone
    left unturned, take a chance with
    me and I will see to it you won’t
    get burned.
    having said the length of time to tell
    thoughts wishes dreams-love the
    answer to it all-what does it all mean?
    chasing rainbows into past
    prophets fallen angels, guided by
    sophists sophisticates and suffrage,
    raging on eating my ruff-age.

    I asked God for a penny-He gave me
    my mother-a Goddess from Heaven
    in beauty and manner she lifts me
    out of chaos and mends my
    embattled bruised ego-
    with wit whimsy politic mom runs
    her ship easily polite with no thought
    for grief, by the power invested in me
    I now pronounce us mother and daughter.
    She is my power of example.
    I follow with baby steps
    into her footsteps.

    Dad suffers dementia-business man
    entrepreneur always provided for
    his family-he is comfortable at home
    with mom. He taught me how to tie my
    shoelaces when I was 5. Dad steadied the back wheels of my new bike
    running with me down Larchwood Road teaching me how to ride. He
    kicked the football to the top of the tulip trees.
    He took me to my first Yankee game.
    Mom and Dad introduced my sister and I
    to the theater-Broadway and all
    the New York restaurants-we traveled to Cuba
    when I was 5, Cuernavaca when I
    was 7-we had 3 consecutive boats-
    stinkpots-Long Island Sound was
    our playground. Dad would always
    sing to us on the car trips back to
    Westchester from The City-did
    well for a man who couldn’t carry
    a tune.

    Rani my sister – I was 2 -I was peddling my scooter-the door
    to the cellar was left open-I was barreling down the steps- Rani-4 1/2
    grabbed hold of the back wheels
    screaming “daddy daddy daddy”!!!
    dad came running-Rani saved my
    life.
    Years later-Rye Playland-in a ride
    called The teacup-I was 7, Rani
    was 9 1/2, the ride went berserk-
    up and down ferociously-my sister
    was about to fly out of the teacup-
    I sunk to the floor grabbed her
    legs kept saying “get down get down”!!
    mom was on the ground screaming to the carnie “stop
    this thing”! and as you may have guessed, he did.
    So Rani and I have a special bond,
    because we’re sisters, because
    we walked away.

    Family and friends have enabled me
    to keep sane in these uncertain
    times-I am grateful for their
    love and support. I dedicate
    “paintings and poems” to them.