We were hard wired
not easily bent
Loaded down with time
The hours were not easily spent
Full of anxious glance
Irritating sigh
Thinking all the while
How could we get high
Piled into a fast car
Laughing and grins
We were bound
Tied to sins
We paid the price
We split the dues
Watch the wheels spin
Watch the boys in blues
Oh , sweet summer air
Eliminates all our cares
Make it legal
Nay , all they say
Oh , sweet summer air
Eliminated all our cares
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Sweet summer air

Blue eyed beauty
One determined in her ways
Her love torched
the Panchos of her days

Love was hot and fast
like the lead
that they
were never spared

While life was short
like the stars of night
They both knew that
it would never turn out right

Pancho died of bullets
Luz while she was fast asleep
Both now just memory
One I will to keep

How can those moments
timeless in time
sweep through your soul
and bring a smile
to your lips after
the years have been overlaid in pages past

The aches casked in heart
have aged into the deliicate vintages
of love , companionship ,
and fellowship
whose sweet taste on the
lachrymose memories brings a soothing loss
and peace of mind

Every smile remembered
Every soul searching embrace
Those unforgetable kisses
The last goodbyes
The funerals attended

As I sit in the silence
bleeding invisibly
swallowed in sorrow
wondering why was I
cursed to live beyond so many so much better than
I

To all those Fridays since my birth
the then and the now
let me gather no more
than a bouquet to fit in my hand upon the chest of my last despair

I run , I ran , off away
I am the seashore
made of waters
the sand at bay
I am the sky
the air you breathe
the winds of time
that you perceive
I am the rock
that breaks your feet
when life gets hard
you do so weep
I am the mountain
up you crawl
at the top
there's no place at all
I am the beating
of your heart
I can make it stop
or even start
I am the reason
you choose to perform
I gather dust up
before the storm
Don't ask me
what I do
ask that question
meant for you
I am , I am , I am
undone

Where Philosophy has failed me . . . I turn to revelations .

Wherefore knowledge is doubtfully collected . . . but revelations gives me trust .

I left the world for a better place
I couldn't stand to take it anymore
Everyone was just suffering
like a revolving door
Then there were no children
The pets had all passed away
I sat alone and wondered
until that final day
I left behind the memories
I'll make new ones up ahead
It will be a glorius time
Now that I am dead

From the cradle
to the grave
we line up
to be enslaved !

I hold what's left of your
moments
Bwtween the fingers of my hand
The gold chain and jem
I caress with my fingertips
Where no anount of tears
can wash away the pain
Nor do I want then to

You have to make a hole so you can drain the pain

If it didn't hurt you wouldn't do again

Scars are your stripes and rank of shame

How can you love someone when you hate yourself insane

When it is out of control
can you control yourself

When deep in dark's depth of despair take a rope of hope with you

Depression is the mosquito that infects with suicide

Proper help required or the patient may succumb and die

Depression is the iceberg below the waterline of life
Hidden and unseem has taken many of the ships that pass

All those that you love will feel the pain for life . Then they will experience how you felt with every second passed

Suicide is a sunset on a cloudy day . If and when it sets it's surely hard to say

I had someone's extra time and money
So I planted it in the rose garden
Man , that was a waste of time !

I planted a poem in a corn field
It sprouted and grew straight and tall
But its stalk was naked and bare of any pages
All the ears of corn could hear the wicked whispers about the corn **** amidst the corn rows of golden silky hair .

The conversation
         was way too long
Broken by only
         the the incessant
        cell phone calls
            she didn't answer

The bakery sign
          that said "closing"
had drooped when the tape
         had lost it's grip
adding insult to it's insinuations

In October's heat
    beside violated cotton fields striped of their virginity
     we once rode bicycles over legendary black belt reformations

       And as I sat on due
euphemism
at Ten **** Hall waiting
         on pending explanations
that never came . . .
    you emerged upon the path pending
          where all the Angels
were designed to walk

Your glass was hollow
    full of
       intriguing empty thoughts
    The glass shattered
         going the way
of a Hemingway novel
       Complete with the incompleteness that life
          pours salt into
the wounds of broken hearts
    and souls

The breaking shards
    created splinters of glass
           that hide forever in
the flesh of the moments

Yet we rub the emotions
    left on notice
as the addiction digs deeper
        into the psyche . . .
for pain is all that remains

and once again she emerged
     upon the path
within my "tick"
         the ghost
where Angels are left bound
         to walk

While I'm just staring off into space

Through the interior of a ghost

In the midst of mists

Closed eyes in my bliss

Atop the cliffs above the sea

Strolls at night on the river's levee

In a crowd on Beal Street
listening to the blues beat

Laying in the bottom of a rowboat
Looking at stars as I float

How I hate isolation

(What we need most
is where we look the least)


I opened up
the big blue barrel
dumped out all our past , present
and future quarrels .

(Just so we could
disagree)

♤  ♤  ♤  ♤

There was
a landslide
          of
em(bouldered) words

A tsunami
         of
emotional waves
all come
crashing down

destroying
all the
encapsulated gains

(the days ,
the months ,
the tears)

the living years ,
now come to disdain

(When you tread on danger's angst
Your words tongue
the leaks in dikes)

(When the clouds come promissing drips
. . . . . . . . . . . .
but instead
it's dust you eat)

Then ,
my lapras dear ,
it's time
to end the years

I have a basement
in my heart
where I store
the loves
of never be more
When I look around
I see
there is
lacking room

While embracing
eternity
the past
comforts me
Arm around
my shoulder
he utters
"So ìt goes , so it goes."

She walks like heat before the summer's storm

With waves of motion
that envy the oceans

She speaks in flocks of rising birds in unison

Leaving little to wonder
in the commotion of perfection

Her absorption of all internal leaves you exhausted but forgiven

For her meekness has inherited my world

And I who was once last will be a first in her heart

Listen . . . the thunder rolls announcing the coming of summer rain

And she walks like heat before the summer's storm

I follow the fault lines
of your soul
Cracked , shaken , go ahead you are stirred
No need for apologies unless you are willing to listen to mine
I can patch your frame but I will never be able to repair the brain
It has been under too much strain
Still we can sit on our hands
Contemplating all the edges of nonsense
Laugh at all the pain we drag around in the barges of our past
Let us embrace around the  corners that cut sharper than suicide
Kintsugi my life with golden voice
As I hold your broken milk
of dispair
Put your fingers into the gaps and tears
Plug the dikes of my failures as you fight my fire with your waters . I don't care but I do as long as you do but don't care . Breathe the breath of my exhaust as I lick your lips of regret . It seems we are beyond repair .

I call myself
I fall myself
Too tall of a mountain
to climb
to be bookshelved
without a reason


I paid the price
There's no doubt
the flames burned out
All that remains
are the ashes doussed

All alone in the dim
Where all my fantasies
seem so slim
Where all chances
have evaporated
Full of nothing to the brim

Missing the someone's
whispers of night
Takes out the control right ?
But the "you" memories are made
The music played
The sorrow displayed

The ache soothed by
the medicinal *****
Watching the moonlight
fade away as it moves
Finding all my madness
in the black of blues

I spit out pieces of shattered hallelujahs
While you walk across the flames raging of depression

I look at the hourglass
with indecision
while wasting away one gain at a time

Parents raise their
children up

Children raise them down

. . . hallelujah . . .

I'm that piece of torn ,
worn out jacket ,
that knows every move you've made .
I created that frazzled attitude that rises up
roaring from your solitude
. . . don't mess with me .

I'm the one who twists your tornado .
The one who makes the truth hard to swallow .
Like I said , don't mess with me .

I've got no excuses for reasons I don't need .
Touch me and see .

I'm the one who paved your breaks , not the one who potholed the double takes , ruffled your
feathers . . . nor will attend your wake .

So drink your liquid grapes of wrath .
All I have to say ?
"Don't Mess With Me !"

I'm tired of the way the ways tire me

I reversed the current on my fan . Now it turns the way I think

I have a radio . I use it to collect the dust of passersby , not passerbys

Why do I like scotch and Irish music when I am English ?

A little fae told me sidhe is pronounced "Shay" . I thought that strange .

If Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso had been novelists would they have illustrated their books

Wine is like crime and punishment . It is plucked , crushed , bottled up , and put into solitary confinement for years , then poured out and ****** away .

All poets are crazy , anyone who disagrees is crazy .

Stock futures are yesterday's indecision

The last in class in medical school is called doctor
The last to class is called tardy
The class in being last is never having to look over your shoulder to see who is following you

How can I read your poetry
when even in silence
I fear the most
Life , a twisted cornucopia
of blood , hair , bone
I hear the prayer calls
and hide in the shadows
The narrow streets
have eyes hidden in cloth
always watching . . . in silence
Even in my disguise I stand out . . . a foreigner
I smell different , walk different , am different
The white hot sands are covered in ashes
The ashes of dreams and the lives that are no more

How can I read your poetry when I am living in the bowels of the words

The lines become those narrow streets of hostile intent

The paragraphs become those eyes always watching me everytime I turn around

Here on the rooftop late at night there's that **** silence as thick as the sticky heat that I can't escape

How , I ask so disconcertedly , can I even get beyond the title

Maybe the plane won't be delayed tomorrow

I pray a Christian prayer before first call

. . . . how ?

born between two sunsets
dust and sand in shoes
mojave bottled blues

sang under deserted stars
as time eternal flew
the roadrunner blew

sidewinder breath
black-tailed jack rabbit's foot
Fingernails caked in soot

never swore on luck
used a rock for his head
as he laid on the cold sand's bed

everything he made held between thumb and nail
like the posters tell

between the hard lines
he was forced to cross
between last breath and loss

between a moonrise
chilling sunrise fate
opens a starry gate

restless hidalgo dunes
slowy covering stones
and wind swept bones

Always ,
. . . kept a fire
burning in my heart . . .

Even though
in years
we grew apart . . .

Never could
just let
it go . . . let it be . . .
so now you know

We would dance
coming
in and out of view

You'd cling
to me . . .
I'd hold
onto you

Neither one
cared or
knew better . . .
what
were  we
to do ?

(Chorus)
So we
just kept
dancing . . .
dancing . . .
dancing . . .
the night
away . . .
holding onto dreams
we made up
along the way)

(meanwhile
dancing all the
night away)

(Music) . . . .

Sometimes there was
no better way . . .
not until the sun
chases the night away

so we
kept on dancing ,
dancing . . .
until
we were out of view


(Chorus)
So now
there is
no other way

Stepping back
is impossible
you say

So I'm dreaming
I'm dancing ,  
dancing
all  
the night away

(No better way
til the sun
comes streaming in)

I'll be dancing
the night away

I'm closing in on that last decade
The few years left before I'm found dead
Soon I will be tallying up the score
Then knock knock knocking on Heaven's door
I've had my share of regrets to date
Things done wrong but correction's too late
Sure I've had my moments of fame
Too few it seems and they seem so lame
As I look back the dust has settled
My faith in God tested and it's true to mettle
And no use to think it could've been different
The stones have been laid and the path unrelentent
But the book of life has so many chapters
Eternity hunted down by ghostly trackers
All ends are the beginning of new
Time arrives when the wages come due

Somewhere outside
the ship of dreams
made up of black midnight blues , floats lifelessly in the morning dew .

I'm tired of the way the ways tire me

I reversed the current on my fan . Now it turns the way I think

I have a radio . I use it to collect the dust of passersby , not passerbys

Why do I like scotch and Irish music when I am of English descent ?

A little fae told me sidhe is pronounced "Shay" . I thought that strange .

If Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso had been novelists would they have illustrated their books

Wine is like crime and punishment . It is plucked , crushed , and bottled up , put into solitary confinement for years , then poured out and ****** away .

All poets are crazy , anyone who disagrees is crazy .

Stock futures are yesterday's indecission

The last in class in medical school is called doctor
The last to class is called tardy
The class in being last is never having to look over your shoulder to see who is behind you

.

There is no stillness
in the night time wind

No measured moment
of  cardinal release again

There is lightning
off to the south by southwest

The thunder's low rumble
gives me no rest

My penchant for silence
hangs by my neck

The event horizon tells me
I am subject to eternal elect

Peace never comes by
begging  by name

So all of my hope is virga
falling in vain

It's unwillingness
forces my bends

Intensified due to the
inchoate winds

Flees around the corner

You are what you're not
You are what you haven't got

You're too short
You're too tall

You're not a green leaf in fall

You don't expect me
You don't respect me

You don't dare care at all
You pout and protest

But you failed my test

You're not a lover
No good undercover

You're a pretentious
know it all

due a total and complete fall

Pity !

The black teenager gave the two white police officers a thumbs up and yelled Trump at them . The two officers looked at each other then beat him to a pulp just to be sure .

I put the fast brake to the
relationship
Revved up the fuel injected
cylinders
Sent backfires of unspent fuel out the tailpipe
The angst of my engines just waiting for the red light of her hair to turn to green

I have no more connections
No letters ever sent
No kisses in the evening
Just valentines
never sent

It all stands to reason
Too much will sink a ship
A brickwall stands the best chance of survival
If you drive too fast and hit

A room without an exit
Is a dugeon unfortunately
All of my emotions locked up in my heart
Has become too much for me

I fear the dark waters wading
Full of monsters tormenting me
They are good at hiding daylight
They bring the shadows down on me

One that I can touch and taste
smell or even see
Sometimes out of nowhere they even call out to me

Sorry I keep getting distracted
Day dreams come cheap or free
But they collect dues down the road
that much I can guarantee

So if I put all those unforgettable
miseries inside the letters and mailed them off to me

They would come back marked return to sender
No known address that be

The one thing about life
is that there are always strings attached . That's why you have to pull yourself together , strap up and stay tied down to go anywhere .

I wear flip flops .

I tilt the base back and forth
Watching the same grains of sand
become suspended in time

Your open arms were my harbor to my shipwrecked dreams

Your beach my bed where I lay my head

My nights were the stars in your eyes

Your kisses the comets I craved

The tides of change , tropical depression and hurricanes . . . as I curl my toes in wet sand

The grains in glass I seek
to balance out the spatial

I have that space now nothing more

No , nothing more .

Every step
toward truth I take
I find my ankles
chained with fetters that
underestimate

Behind those veils
that obscure the truth
I searched for the fruit
wasting my youth

I grasp the meanings
with opened arms
finding
unjust deceptions
that created harm

Oh , by God !
Where does the truth
really lie
Just one step away
in the questions
of why

The application allows adaption as

the bears bare no
bearance

The cows cringed coraled

down Durbin's Dude Delightful Deli

Every effort evaporated

forthright fast and furious was the fanale

Gone , as the greats grotesquely go

Hath Hell's halcyon held

in it's ignition of innovation

Just juxtaposition of jabberizations

Klinging like Klingons kasting kats

Longing for living listeners

of the many mangled munchkins

never to be notched near nor never

on or over the Overton Overpass

Past the principal part of Paradise

Quickly and quaint the quid goes pro quo

releasing the realization that reality rankly reeks

So service the sublime situation succintly

The truth turns to trash

Undercover the unwarranteed walk
without witness

Vaguely the vagabons vacated the vacuous vagaries

without whispering wantom wishes

as Xenophobic xenophytes xeroticize

young yanks from Yakima

Zestily zeroed in on the zagged zipper

It's not that I have
nothing on my thoughts

It's that my thoughts
lead to nothing

Faith is the substance of dreams hoped for

and the evidence of things not seen

Every time you ask me dear
another **** takes sprout
Evil whispers in your ear
casting seeds of doubt

Careful now be my dear
Don't be living in your doubts
Watering a garden green
full of useless sprouts

A wind blows cold to the South
across the windows of your heart
From glaciered mouths
devoid of love
Ever oh so stark

Out come the famished
thoughts
that are nourished in your heart
Watch as a trickle turns to wrought
Once the raging river starts

So my love take the time
to **** and heed advice
Cast out before the truth unwinds
Or nothing will suffice

The whole is made greater by the sum of its parts

Sharron had a "Cuda" and it
was hemi fast
We used to go out nights a "crusin" just to waste the gas

Jane was sweet before the song and always had a smile
I had for her a crush and hopes but we never walked that mile

Harold was crazy before his time and rode a Honda bike
He disappeared with the years and has fallen from my sight

Martha was a Lyon as Lion as Lyons could go
Did she become that teacher? I guess I'll never know

Our group of five lived and dived in the strips pits of the hottest summer nights
We did the things that fueled the gasps and caused outrageous frights

For that moment we had no fear and everyday was geared
To living life unto the fullest
with nothing left secured

But time has tumbled down the mountain and nothing is as was
As we aged we learned regrets and "I said now just because"

Now the "Cuda" is gone and only the memories of friends remain
The rest is as they say "History" for the beast has now been tamed

How great is the Love of Christ ?
It's not limited to the four corners of the cross
For his love is rooted in a rocky foundation
And it reaches around the world in both directions
And is always reaching up in  a Heavenly direction encouraging us to follow

Meeting of the board members

They say you can never
know
Precisely what it is that you no

The car ran on and on and
on three wheels
Wasn't sure on how many
pills

I stared at the palm of my
hand
My future looked so **** ******

The confidence was all spent
Time I moved on and
went

I stood on the corner ,
warmer
Thinking about times , stoner

They say you can never
no
Now I just wouldn't
know

Mary kissed me once
So I kissed her twice

Susan  never wanted to play
So I moved too , far away

Margaret I loved so true
All she did was make me blue

Jane was a beauty
Inside and out

But here I am today
With all my withouts

What we know about God is what he has revealed to us .

It isn't up to us to figure things out about God , but to understand what he has revealed to us .

I strained in my iniquity
Looking for the light
In the mist of my
darkest blackness
a voice whispered
"You have to turn and fight "
Gather up the flocks of words
Make them the sacrifice of your lips
Record what flies through the air
From the axe that's sending chips

Wisdom is what wisdom does
There's no room for shadows of delight
Let you face be baptized
Bathe upon the light

The intelligence of words makes us happy
Much more than the feelings from the heart
Offer up the sacrifice of our lips
Make it the bridge that spans the arch

If one believes something they should have proof .
If one does not believe they should have proof as well .

Don't hide behind your protasis .
May all your "ifs" sink into the sea .

Stand firmly on the waters of your apodosis .
Ease your mind and set your spirit free .

What ?
What are you gonna' do ?
Write a poem ?
Ha ! That's really rich !
The Baptist would send over a casserole and dish . But it's too far away and it would spoil before it could be delivered . How about a card of condolences or flowers . Same ole same so's , not feasible or adequate . Who's loss is it really ? Mine of course !
  So I'll sit in my rocking chair on the porch and stare down the memories or lay on my bed of remorse and share the emptiness and wonder about how fast our lives have passed . And of course I'll cut out another piece of my heart and hand it you to take with you on your long journey home wherever it may be .