Bump under the bed
Shuffle in the closet
Just my imagination
all in my head

Nothing else
almost asleep
loudest thump
from the toy trunk

Leaping up  
out of the covers
on top of the bed
Oh , the sudden dread

WHAT !
silence instead
I know it's all
coming to a head

Flashlight in hand
Buzz Lightyear laser
And my trusty
Star Wars phaser

Out of the corner
my eying the black cat
**** you Satan
**** !

How can I say this ?
I've been searching out for ways of possibilities .
You were in the Pearl of Arizona
The lightning before the pause that
thunder blew away

The cascading falls of uncertainly
Devoid nights of rain's delay
The chapters never finished
Noah'ed , two by two for display

You left me feeling accomplished
Like the last page of a good book
We held true to form
even as the tiny cracks magnified
So I got you holding
on to the evening breeze
But sunsets no matter how beautiful only last as long
as a gasp

The pieces fell all around
softer than a gentle rain
Embracingly as the fingers soothe the scars without the pain

Kodaline

I love the sterile validity
The wavering insecurity
The disparity
of all its complexity

I love the strings
that make fingers bleed
Conductors
who slobber down to their knees
Epic chords that slander like a gentle breeze

What's not to love like the ghost of Mac and Beth
The accumulated end funds
that go not to the bereft
The music like vampires that have no death

Thank God for my joy
that classical dispelleth
My light it distinguisheth
The catch breath as clear as crystal ****

They stay up all night
working out iniquity in their beds
At first light they put it into practice because  they have the power in their heads

They love oppressing common man
They covet what he's got
Turn to violence to take away
the richness he is not

They take away his inheritance
They take his fields and house
Take away what's not nailed down
His children and his spouse

For this is an evil time
For we are utterly destroyed
They take away all of our heritage
With consequences we can not avoid

They becomes the turn coats that turns over all our fields
Makes us bow down in idolatry
Deports , or kills at will

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Words are like keys if you choose them right .
They can open any heart or shut any mouth .
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I opened up . . .
dumped out the words
kicked them hard !
       CRACK !
goes a breaking rib
There is no mercy that I give
Stomped them flat
Sretched them out
Made them squeal
before I made them shout
I grabbed them naked by the throat
Squeezed so hard I made them choke
I made pain flash in their eyes
I made them pay for all their lies
Their hot fear sweated out
I was resolved without a doubt
Red blood running cold
All their soul I bought and sold
I made them wish they had never been saged
Before I made a morgue of the page

Once . . .
      I read a poem so pure . . . I could not find a flaw anywhere .
So powerful I could see the influence of God everywhere .

So stitched in time , space
and spirituality
all I could do was shed tears as to the eventuality .

She talked of creation and God's loving hand . . .
then deleted all data , cookies and cache . . .

before slicing both hands .

Loving you
means accepting
all the dreams
you are
not

We are the wicks
Burning at both ends
The long lines suckling
The teats of Miss Fortune
The gravel on dirt roads
Flung by spinning big wheels
We are the refuge that pays
To be trampled upon
To be urinated on by trickling down economics
As we pledge allegiance with our dollars , schools , and civil disobediance
We are the one man one vote lie
Gerry Manhandled democracy
Protected by false arrest every
Seventeen seconds
We are the walls of fallacy
Built to someday keep us in
While our leader talks of handling
The homeless crisis by moving them
To government relocation centers
Just like ****** did
We are the fools at the center of the spin
In it goes and out the other end
We are the losers , the God Bless Americans , that God can no longer stand.

I don't care
where you have been
Nor where you think
that you must go
So the same as to the when as long as I see not you again

As long as I don't know the why
Then I have not the need to cry
So evanescence to my memories horde
You've become the rusty nail
through my life's door .

So if you flip
I won't flop
There are millions of seconds
On my wrist watch

You lay the blame at my bare feet
go on now that you know I won't weep
Go ahead and take your shot
I'm so ready for the proverbial
kick in crotch

Welcome all ye sinners
to Super Bowl 2025 featuring the Sanhedrin's Sadducees vs the Ostentatious Pharisees

This years winners will receive the coveted Unforgivable Sin Cup bestowed upon the biggest non believers.

The Sadducees are out to break their record streak of losses of no wins since 70 CE

Inspitte of failing to achieve the winning cup in ages Head coach and Chief Priest Joseph Ben Caiaphas  will again attempt to snap his losing streak . He was quoted to say ,"Not winning in so long is just insane !"

On the other side the Pharisees are led by a two head coaching team rabbis  Shammai and Hillel . Their success they attribute to the philosophy of hit them hard and **** them and send them to the afterlife .

Head Referee again and for eternity will be Jesus Christ who has never missed a call . Backup refs will be Matthew , Peter , and Paul .
Head medical specialists on the field for both teams will be John .

Halftime show will feature the Romanesque Five fresh from their smashing success show at Masada

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Are not your eyes set on the truth

Or do they seek out the illusions
made up from the images of your youth

Have you catagorized the abstract from practical truth

Or elevated your opinions
to be the irreversible truth ?

Where is the lamp that Diogenes bequeathed to you ?

Do you now stumble over the light ,
over false accusations with fingers pointing at you ?

Are they not false prophets
full of wind ?

Whose breath blows out the candles of tomorow
leaving the shadows to strut within ?

Turn the words to fire and let them consume the wooden thoughts

From the dust to the ashes

Salt poured on the lashes

Burn the truth to create

light for the righteous

I once was like you
made of muscle and blood
and skin and bone
But my days have come and now they have gone

And I'm left out in the dark to wander round lone
No longer to smell the sweet things
Not even a song

No heat , no cold
no voice of my own
I have no place of residency
to call my place home

All that I have
is a dark holes embrace
Forever now my time
is lost in its space

I am no more than the thought in your head
And that will be gone when you too are dead

So I am condemned with
no senses at all
No tumbling or floating that I can recall

Trapped in the nothingness that's greater than Hell
Just that of my consciouness and the memories that tell

Your life is a labyrinth . A single path of no return .

Your mind is a maze ,
it twists , dead ends
has to stop and begin
again

So the Sony clock belched
out the seconds
It had been empty as another full day
The whipoorwill yelled
for Ubernation
while standing on his bones
of petrification
It seems dinosaurs never
really went away

Alleluia

How many times have I crossed the Mississippi ?
Only God will know now for sure
The same can be said of the continental devide
The land of summer snow
It's full of purple mountain majesty
It yaws at my imagination
Someday I will to go back for more

Hallelujah

Some people say you either love of hate me
There is found no middle ground
That has me often wondering
about judgement day
As I will be surely standing down
Will Jesus look at me and say I know you , won't you kindly stick around

Halleluyah !

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Why challenge the bombs
of destruction
Let them sing in the
indifference
of hate
For they will stumble
on the rubble
of their sins
And there fruit
is poisonous
to the children
who will grow
twisted in the thoughts
of a false eternity
here on Earth .

When I was last
I dreamed of being first

When I became first
I wished I was last

Those in the middle
looked left then right

Shook their heads in disbelief
And prayed with all their might

Who was it that was left
Who then was the right

I'm going so fast . . .
I can't get my feet off the ground
My mind cha-chinging
With no thoughts to go around
Everything on you girl
You turn and twirl
Ah-Ha ! Yah-Hey !
Blowing smoke rings
makes it all seem okay

Winter rose in the curved road
Even in the golden sunlight
Your smoky breath
belies the warmth beneath the cold
For tonight's lover
Is on your side cover
Ah-Ha ! Yah-Hey !
Going so fast
somebody has to pay

Is it the dust ,
or the heat ?
Tequila maybe ,
or the sunrises ,
too many ?

I could listen
to the guitars
all night
while he sings
in Spainish

I'm thinking
I will understand
if I listen
long enough

I understand
the pain
in the fingers
on the strings

The pain
in the voice
The desolation
Abandonment
and the ever
present hope
for a better day

The beat
is like a heart
Constant
reliable
for the moment
anyway

Eventually
all things come
to an end

I stumble home
wishing I
could sing
in Spainish

Buenas noches
Adio digo yo !

Five billion years
from this day
in time

Will there be
anything
of this
world I know ?

What of oceans
or even snow ?
What of the dirt ?
I ponder so

I'm afraid
there will be
nothing there

A burnt out sun
and empty air

There will be
no longer dreams
or hopes

Just vacuous space
that's no joke

So what of man ?
Will he be long
deceased ?

I'm afraid
that will surely
be the case

After the sun
swallows whole
Turns the planet
into nuclear gold

And every molecule
and atom
whose energy
has been
spent

What will happen ?
I come to think

What if by chance
the sun goes nova ?
Casting our remains
from a supernova

Will we shoot across
the eternal bliss ?
And end up
collected
by a gravational
cyst ?

Who knows
for no one
will be there

Only the promise
of time
and distance
suspended
not even
in air

There are 34,000 types of emotions

I don't know that many words 🤔

I wonder what I am missing ? 😳

That emotional feeling of being run over by a Mack Truck I hope to avoid

But I am sure there are others equally as bad queuing up to show me .
              🫣

I see you wither on the rocks as a seed in your despair

The fire of depression burning away all that you had for which you cared

I squat beside flames as witness to the lack of any warmth to share

So burn away the moments as I ask was there nothing more so rare

Nothing now dear poet remaiins other than the ashes upon your lips

But this Phoenix will not rise anew to this world today

Something I will learn to accept that you chose to go , not stay

Past - tap as Pat sat STP (a sap) at Apt's PT

Question :
"What was the name of the ship that brought the Pilgrims to America ?"

1. S.S. Guppy

2. Queen's Merry

3. Love Boat

4. Satanic

5. April Showers

6. Maybe Flowers

7. Trump's Junk

I dance to tìme immortal
Across the hollow graves
Raise up my eyes to Heaven
And offer up my praise

My journey was a cruel one
Filled with angst and much despair
But I never lost sight of salvation
Though I searched year after year after year

Now I'm looking back to see
All of it was in vain
Not worth a handful of sand
Not worth a single grain

You slammed the door I opened
Breaking the nose of my space
Then you trampled upon my spiritual body
You exiled me from the human race

But I will forgive my brother
He knows not what he does
I will be blessed with justice
Sent from high above

BODY

MIND

HEART

SOUL

Was I caught while my guitar was sleeping
Or was it just a lighter shade of pale
Or was it just a rain while I rode a diesel down to New Orleans .
Holding down my dreams I called out for all's it worth

So much resistence from behind

I read about the watch tower

He said there's no reason to get excited

Then it was Tuesday afternoon

In a white room .

And all the leaves were brown

On such a winters day

I couldn't make it on Sunday

I got so ****** depressed

Have you ever seen the rain
comimg down a sunny day

Days dazed drifting in and out of reality
Fazed fast undutifully
Gasping for all the wrong images
or inclinations
The pickle pucker
hitched across the you us of eh
Found his,him,herself in disgrace , hey !
There's honey on the
isle of Wiles
But their buzz ain't quite right
That thought gaves me smiles 😁

I'm shredding
all the ghosts
Page after page of all
those devious hosts
I'm draining
the life force
from every word
Annihilating
the whole herd
I have no
inclination to pray
No mercy left in me
I'm burning all the fonts
All the prompts
Ripping out all the desires
that be .

I'm looking for salvation
by the wounded hours of night

I'm thinking of a giant to the ****** of my plight

My pen lays as idle as the silence of the slain
As I've aged I wonder if I will ever write again

The thoughts go tango to a dance that subtlely denies

The words are rudely gathered then told they've been denied

Someone dared to ask me
if I lived in
a graveyard
of shattered dreams

After a moment of silence all I could say was , "Yes ,  so it is as well it seems."

The paper islands exists far out on an inky sea

The words have stowed away on the boat and sailed far away from me

Some cary pain in silence and grace not as a weapon .

Once the bleeding has begun
Onto the page
the Devine words have sprung

Smiling with satisfaction
I see the birth of truth
Knowing inside
my words are my youth

But standing in the shadows
hidden in his hovel
The black clad figure
is leaning on his shovel

With gritty unkempt fingers
he is toothpicking away
with the exclamation point
from my last say

Nervously
the last five digits I do inscribe
Will the grave digger . . .

        bury them alive ?

Retribution - hangover

Divisive - Mack the Knife

Walls - fear

Incomprehension - failed state of mind

Reality - life

Death - retribution

I used to have hangovers
now I have retribution

I used to be divisive
it was because of fear
so I built walls around me

Reality was my failed state of mind . Life was incomprehensable

Especially death until I realized that death is retribution and one has to live after death to have retribution

Life is meatloaf
King of all leftovers
Enjoy
Make it so

He worked his whole
life for nothing
Often twenty hours
plus per day
Saturdays and Sundays were included
and every holiday

All he had for his efforts
was the money
given out on every
payday
Often coming home to shower , handing over the check , and he was on his way

The days turned into decades
They flashed by so fast
Now all he has to show for it is a broken down
body that will not much
longer last

Believe me when I say this
Believe me because it's true
Believe me because
my finger is pointing straight at you

He never spent a dime
He never had the time
So others took it
upon themselves
to empty out the mine

One day he woke up all alone
Except for all the pains
The physical ones were excruciating
The mental ones the same

His once proud
sensibilities
Now stood for nothing more
But that may be how God wants it
when found knocking on his door

Believe me when I say this
Believe me because it's true
Don't waste you life on nothing
Or for nothing will you show

Is HP an old folks home. Some are younger poets that are in pain and the rest are old poets that are a pain ?

Lean me up against the sunset
. . . one last time
I will gaze into the days it has given me
. . . one last time
I will ride its chariots
of fire
. . . one last time
For into the light
I give my soul
. . . the last time

She's turned granite
on me
Got me soapstone
sliding
down to my destiny

The once sparkling
diamonds in her eyes
have turned ruby

The crystals are clear

The are no agates
left to gleam from
the sediments of me

The intent leaves ,
directed by our desires ,
bounce of the walls and
the canyons of our minds
The echoes never round
the corners
in the way they left
They come staggering out
colliding with the walls of destiny
We always stop to listen
Then go about our day
No one can remember what they say

A mausoleum of pain
sealed for perpetuity
hidden behind the eyes
in chains of DNA burn the slow after effects fueled by  choices made in ignorance

Once upon the road
of infamy , in the footsteps made in sacred dust , millions of years beyond and older than the thirst for knowledge that you choke on . . . you've become consumed in flames ; illumimating the path before you as you go , so you don't stumble over the errors of the past and fall into the future upon the stakes of fallacy

The sandy haired man
without a last breath
Lay face down in the
root cellar
along with the others
who had metted
out death

The man in charge
demanded to know
who had found the bodies
partially covered in snow

"I did!", said the ten year
old girl
I could only imagine how
it had turned upside down
her prescious young world

Then the one in charge
asked if we had heard any sounds
Seen any lights
there
or anywhere around

I looked at the faces that I could see
Some stared back while the others looked down at their feet

The only sound was silence
in retreat
Oh ! and the wind and the shuffling of feet

"I want all of your names",
said the gruff man with disdain ,
"Your addresses , your phone numbers , so we can get back in touch again."

I looked down at the bodies
that must be frozen by now
Glad I wasn't the one who'd be moving them anyhow

Hollow hearts of ancient oaks
Barren are the arms of Winter's coats
Awakened to the crush of frozen snow
Crisps in air , the sun so low

Lend me soul to fly away
to clear skies that brings the day
Let my lungs breathe in deep
Wishing for joy my feet could leap

I struggled with weakness and found it strong
That truth is deceitful so claims my wrongs

The cold now resides deep of bone
Much like death's call from decrepit home
The warmth of July's have duly gone
Replaced by the certainties I can't prolong

So be it my flesh of black and blue
The bite stings now so ever  true
Yet the heart remains achingly  young
As the final breath eventually comes

So slides down beneath the oak
The last breath of Sun  finally choked
Eternal night now slips on in
On glossimer wings so silky thin

What's behind the veil is truth
Unlike the strength of withered youth
My face pressed to the heart of glass
But my vision is clouded looking past

Relax now its natures way
Comes to everyone somehow someday
I lay my rest in my makers hands
The only truth that forever stands

It seems he has come to his end
Squashed by the wheels that spun over him
They say his better days
lay at his toes
No one now turns a page to see or disclose

No longer do his words go pop
Now that he can no longer hop
It's as it is I suppose
For the dead poet squashed on the road

The analytical is now over
Nothing left but for the spirits to hover
While not a (Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road)
Time has now come for the Yellow Brick Toad

Ribbit . . . . Ribbit . . . Ribbit

. . . . .  Ribbit . . . . Ribbit . . . .

Someday everyone

has to croak .


. . . . . . . . . . RIBBIT . . . . . . . .

Patience my son
Rome wasn't
destroyed
in one day

Rudolph died at 31
A silent wonder
Shouting :
"There are a million ways to die !"
But he only needed one

He's a dealer of illusion
He buttonholes your collar
He comes down *******
allusion

Singing about Rita Hayworth
While holding hard a
Betty Davis in disguise

Swimming on the tarmac
of frozen dreams
Dreaming of crashing the party in silent screens

Have you heard the news ?
Valentino's dead !

So I put my trust
in the hands
of man

Relied upon
the knowledge
he possessed

Testing the strength
of his flesh
I put the truth to rest


For what can grow
in the disidents
garden of desert ?

Void of living water . . .
only rock and sand and chert


Certainly not the truth
as it is claimed
raising their rights
to just desserts


Oh , the failings
of feeble man
Whose thirst is etched
on bone

Written with
diamond tipped desires
across their ******* of stone

For what
springs forth
from the wells of hearts ?

Torrents
of premeditated will

The defiling overreaching reasons
are passions fit to ****


Serpentine sin
denudes
the wicked heart

It twists its coils
around the truth ,

Bites !
then as soon arrived
it surly fast departs .


The heart
deceives the sightless mind
planting seeds of doubt

Producing moldy
grains of lies
decayed
within - without

How can one be
true of heart
when everything
falls apart

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Pack it up ,



      yesterday you were seventeen . . .



now you're an empty sixity-eight . .



. . . and a little late to be running behind . . .



Highways , mountains , rivers and all those stars . . .


     all those lonely stars


I'll be leaving sometime after the midnight's bell


the dew will tell where I go



The future is my next step


my past recorded in wet grass


keep moving on


everyone needs a reason to believe


I'm running on empty


I'm running out of time


Running out of love


and now I am running some more


Let them know you've forgotten about your losses


And all your gains were washed away in rain




When you have no roots you run



chasing the last sunset of hollow yellows , grays and pinks ,


before the evening chill sets in


"What never was , will be no more ."

Your silence is deafening
to my commotion

Silent soft kisses turn
into suffocating hugs
that break the bones of
my desperation

And when all has been crushed
you turn head first
and swallow all my dreams in
anticipation

sunny days are for digestion

Is it whiskey watered down or
watered down whiskey ?

Does it take a cloudy day
to have clouds in your eyes ?

Is a hands on job a snake handler or someone who is handy at their job ?

Is a highway ****** madness
or a lowway when it goes under an overpass ?

Should books be read before they are burned ?
What about people ?

Those who shout
"In the name of God !"
Don't know his name

Which comes first
an afterlife or afterdeath ?
For they can't exist in the same entity at the same time

And finally for the most important of all ; do cats stray out of curiosity or does curiosity make cats stray ?

The shortest distance between two points in space and time is up a worm's *** .

How does it feel to be ten feet tall ?
Inside your heart is pumping steel
Your mind is made of glass
Though through the steel light cannot pass

"Who is it ? Who is it ?
In your elegance so you stand
When you fall blame the glands

Steeeeeeeel . . .
Shatters . . .
Glass !

Your smile is ten miles wide
Your talk has me beguiled
Steel turns to rust
When no one's there to make the call
Steel shatters glass

Diamonds will cut the glass
But you claim your hands are tied
So now you begin to complain
Your mind is oh so fried
Well too bad as I say ,
"Steel shatters glass ."