So he gave you a forest
that was so thick
so you could cut down and rub together and make fire from it's sticks

He showed you how to dig up the ore . Turn it into iron to make the tools so you could do even more

You made an axe , a hammer and nails
Cut down more trees
And from his given knowledge you learned so well

So what did you do with the wood that you hewed ?
And what of the hammer and the nails , what did you do ?

You layed him on a cross of wood and hammered the nails through
Through his flesh for something he didn't do

The room is full of empty memories that once made me free
Now their echoes faintly reverberate inside of me

I used to get by  . . . with a little help from friends
but their footsteps parted a ways back at the bend

I set out to make my every dream come true
But they turned into nightmares that left me misconstrued

I just wanted the sweet bye and byes
but was left out with the setting sun with a soul so gone awry

What used to be is now of no use to me
Diamond days are broken glass passed down by blunt decree

Is it too much to ask for a prayer then a simple soft amen ?
Maybe it has come to be
as I dwell out on the fringe

Is it right for you to be angry ?

How that question reveals our heart

Who told us we were naked ?

So that we must cover up sin from it's start

Who taught us fretfullness
by creating fret that invades our heart ?

Is not Mercy the shade over Jonah's head ?

To be given and taken away at God's pleasure
if we go astray

Anger cannot discern what the right or left hand will do

That means it is best to let God judge what is really truth

All the rats have abandoned ship

The mice are all that remain

The pleas of the poets
for sanctuary have all gone unclaimed

The danger was Titanic
The path clogged by  bergs

The hull was breeched
and icy words pour in

Soon the stacks of stanzas
will slip beneath the reasons

and litter the floor with what was and is and certainly its end .

Poets love poetry
but that is as far as it goes
Poems love the attention
Anything else just blows

Poems feed you lines
telling you it's the truth
while lying out of the corners of their mouth
Don't believe ? How uncouth !

Poems fill up books page after page
About their loves , betrayals , pains , and rage
Don't believe them !
Its all been staged !

It's not their masters they despise
That's not the thought going down
It's all in black on that feeling of white

They are always staring back at you without a sound daring you to put them down

I tried to cut the wind once
But no mater how hard I slashed
It was all a futile effort
In the end I was abashed

It grew angry with me
It's patience grew so thin
Then the cold wind cut right through me
as if foolishness was my only sin

I was a busy bee in clover
I would hover above the pretty flowers
Drinking their sweet nectar in
and passing away the hours

The blossoms were so many
The fields so ever wide
I shared all of my golden pollen
From petal to petal
I flied

Some flowers tried to hold me
Their alluring scents filled the air
They dazzled in many colors
Sashayed with seductive flare

Then they tried to finger me
Tried to attach their silky strings
But when they thought they could handle me
I let them have my sting

Buzz off . . .

The silence
of the lambs
resides inside
the courts
due to our injustice

Taken aback
by the shame
that pains
the hearts
deep within
the depths of us

Then there comes
the desperate silence
standing
at attention

Before the justice
that sees the sins of
of life's retention

Had only we
had listened
to the whispers
in our ears

We wouldn't
be wiping away
our fears
with the salty
taste of tears

Or seen
the visions
imparted
in our eyes

Telling us
the differemce
between the truth
and all those evil lies

Then there is
the silence of submission
awaiting our
due fate

Bookended between
the beginning
and the ending
with everything
at stake

And there are
the sins
of fear , worry, and all of our anxieties

That add to our growing list
of all our
improprieties

Comes that day
silence
will bury deep .
So deep that their seeds will never sprout

Prohibiting the weeds of doubt
that they never come
about

Silence speaks
so loud and clear
without ever making
a sound

The truth is in the silence
so look there
and it will be profound

The gold coin had a two sided head of an ox

One side of an ox pulling a plow

The other of an ox being lead to slaughter as a sacrifice

At the bottom it was inscribed ,

"Be either"

Who bent back the bow of decissions
Who ravaged the ghost inside
Who stole the lights of the moon's provisions
Turned it to purple that became the haze of all our daze

Who served the seas of tossed desire
Forcing the pulse of hosts ?
Was it one "Running Up the Hill?"
Against the "Valley of the Ghosts?"

Under the midnight's auroras
As magnetic as they be
Through all the eyes of the orcas
The walrus pleads petals of ice
Won't you just ,"Let it Be!"

I would hear you knocking on the door

I would open and you would fall out on the floor

How many tubs of ice water did you soak ?

How many hangovers
did you choke ?

The wheels of change roll on .
The highway paved in cobbles of eternity .

All doors remain open regardless of the sun or rain .
Those who stand opposed are run over and assume the pain .

Bump - Bump !

The old man fell
to his knees
with no hopes
to rise again

there he
sank into his dreams
upon the desert floor
of his youth

Where in the absense
of abundance
throughout a lifetime
nothing grew

All the poets tell
of the glory
of his youth
But like
all great stories go
there comes
the time of bitter truth ,

"No one heard
his dying words."

I lay on my bed
of "Noche negra" desires
and out of kindness
I imagine
the way that
I wanted it to be
Not the way it was

Now somewhere
in the shadows of
Mexico
In the desiccating
Texas heat
lay the bones
in memoriam

Too big for
a monument
Too forgotten
to cenotaph
rest the bones
of immortal time
Blasted
by persistent winds
Bleached
by unforgiving sun
his soul rests
Clean and free

There's no place like home
Because they've all been torn down

What ?

Turn it back around

Yes you can

You could , or drown in alcohol

I'm really not into being a red rubber ball today

So don't bounce your agony off my ears

I'm leaving , again , yes I know

The morning  , I guess , good as any time

Let me ask  , would you , I mean if I lost my head would you remember me ?

Huh ! well that's better than a stick in the a'. . . I mean eye

I wonder what was in Jesus' head the day he died

Yeah , probably so , it helps to be devine

Yeah I wonder about that too , how would I stand up

I'm sure I would fold like a dead man's hand

That's true , I guess all of us has a cross we have to bare in someway

Well I better get to bed , it's after two and I have to get up at daylight and hit the road

Yes , it been great to know you too , I won't forget

Maybe the fates will make our paths cross again

Sure man , see ya

Bless you too

In the age of the nighthawks
In the sweat soaked  Southern Saturday nights
On the dance floors of Midnights Voice we melted like birds tangled together falling in flight

I think back and wonder
at how much I had to lose
I think back and wonder about how much I did lose

Nights moves at its darkest hours
Sultry bodies writhing  in anticipation
Liberation on the sawdust floors

She had luna eyes
that captured your stare
She twisted in rapture
A phantom floating in air
A delight to anyone . . .
then , now or anywhere

Oh , the wondering
Oh , while I was pondering

Now the night has lost all its moves
Time has scratched all of the grooves
The darkness still as death
No one since has gotten to you yet

You said the trick was to never play the game too
long

(So I didn't)

So now my night moves have all . . . moved on

Life is an ocean
Each person a wave
that journeys across seas
to the shores final grave

Some waves be gentile
Come others by storm
All come to crashing
to be justly reborn

They fall gold ,
bronze ,
copper ,
and brass


"n" emeraled ,
amber ,
rubied ,
Jeweled like glass

The days of my life
fall autumned ,
sudden ,
and fast

"A desert with desires denied
Tread lightly my friend ,
around the edges .
A safer way to Akaba ?
Ha !", said Auda Abu Tayi
King of the Howeitat .

Have I done Good here on Earth
Or has my life come to worse

Will God reward saying ,"Once again by birth you stood for truth ."


Within the hopes on High that can't unwind
Then the ways of Heart will pass to mind

Will the eyes lie and lead the blind as we stand with transgressions on rewind

Within our time we found our ways
For Time is more than the calendar of our days

When life within reaches the sky
When the light inside is passed on by and by

I believe God is not so far away
If we call with heart he comes to stay

You will know who your spirtual self is , whether good or evil , by the actions of your heart .

You may think you are in control . That's the deception from the start .

You can tame your wild steed spirit with knowledge , understanding and wisdom .

Wisdom releases the intuitive wizard inside your mind than can tame the chaos that behind your eyes resides .

I was left with nothing
Devoid of my resolve
Stripped of all my vanity
Beaten down
like the path
on the grass of the lawn

I wandered door to door
begging for form
All that was granted
were the curses from
the day I was born

There the rocks
of the wall between us
began to fall
Some rolled down
to the ocean
Some rolled not at all

There was little risk
involved
Just the commotion written
and the false hope
that appals

So I turned back
the grip of time
I cut tbe ropes
that bound

I imagined a place
of perfect form
in the words of
my rhyme

I didn't want to
Wasn't planning to
It just happened
like spontaneous combustion

or maybe like Ken used to say
It was osmosis

The thought came to me
One I used to have when I was a kid
When running through the Queen of the forest
One I long ago dismissed
That there was joy in make believe , happiness in magic

A silver sliver pricked my thoughts
Told me hey you , you are not what you're ought
Then kicked pixie dust
in my face

Strange I wasn't angry
Strangely I felt elated
I felt rejuvenated
As magic lit up my way

Everything turned new
Blues were no longer blue
Nor was I inclinded to stay in bed

I know what you're thinking
What's got into his head
Where is he going with all that's said

Exactly !

Leonardo took a drag off his pipe . . .
Leaned back unsatisfied

"What do you think Thomas ? What is it lacking ?"

Eddison , leaned in for a closer look

"I don't know for sure other than it needs a little more light ."

"Who is that anyway , I don't think I've seen her around before ?

de Vinci , "Oh I don't think you've ever seen her but I'm sure you've heard her around ."

They both look at each other and declare ,"Moaning Lisa !"

I didn't feel ten feet tall .
Actually I wasn't feeling
anything at all .

Ever had one of those incredulous moments when you don't recognize anyone at all ?

Perhaps I should go ask Alice after all ?

Maybe she's the one ten feet tall ?

Maybe I could jump down a rabbits hole .

But all I see are all eyes on me .

So paranoid !

Tis true they see what they want to see outside and not inside of me .

The home team strikes out again and loses just like last "Time" and will again

It was almost the great gig in the sky . . . the elevator out of order , the escalator broken down , leaving just the stairway . . . to the rabbit's hole .

"Whole lotta love?"
was Alice's reply .

I said ,"Any color you like ! It can be just us and them ."

She then smiled but all I could see was a cheshire's grin hanging like a cresent moon .

After all it was the dark side .

I come to my father
Seeking relief from the  pain
Knowing he will not answer
In the way I could claim

I'm feeling the sting of the sins of my fruit
Hoping the clamor within
he'll be able to mute

I know I'm forgiven
But that's why I repent
If only my heart would listen
But it hears not laments

But this agony resides
Deep in my soul
How could I have been so callous
Is my heart really that cold

I may be washed
in the blood of the lamb
All of my sins forgiven
But heartwise I'm jammed

These memories claw
like a lion on a rage
Never forgiven
trapped in my cage

She  was disprivilged
Left so dejected
Rejected from from her Earthly paradise

The rose fell off
but the brier whereon it grew remains

I was born
my place to serve
The train of my robe
ended before my
back would curve

I had many wings of endurance
Still I covered my eyes
for rest assurance

Four out of six
for adoration
One mustn't forget
ones place of separation

The whole hosts
was more than a dream
Every nuance well thought
out down to the minutest scheme

Divine by all measure
No encapsulation here
Long after creation
the truth will appear

Hello in there ?
How ya doing ?
The sun's not up
But the frost's alluring
I just knocked
but there's nothing's doing
Ah huh

Hello in there ?
Oh , by the way
I can't stay long
See I can't stay
I have to be elsewhere
by tomorrow's day
Uh huh

I'm getting cold
I've knocked so long
It's plain to see
That you don't want
anything
to do with me
after all I'm the one
who set you free
Uh huh

Maybe it will
rain today
On my parade
in everyway
More than likely ,
probably
uh hum


The sun
won't shine
I'm wasting time
But I've got no
better place to be
No sirree
It's so common now of me
uh huh

Goodbye there
I'll knock no more
It's plain to see
by the  double locked door
there is no more
To ever see
and I'm feeling it most sadly
uh huh

It's the way
it's gonna be
So much for all
those so called "onlys"
uh huh

That's the way it's gonna be
That's the way it's gonna be
uh huh

Prudence - One who is full
                     of reason . The
                     Spock effect .

Atheist - One lacking in
                beliefs . Hell
                Benders .

Platonic
Relationship - friends
                          lacking
                          benefits .

I always wanted to go to Paris . . .

. . . listen to Spainish guitars playing love songs in smoky bars . . .

. . . watch young lovers in love and wonder how it felt . . .

. . . dream about how once upon a time a heart could open like a flower in the night . . .

. . . how it felt to have wet lips upon mine , hot breath full of ache and desire on my neck . . .

The wine eases those day's distance in depth that cradle my thoughts

. . . the memories spin to the strings , bleeding away
in the shadows that remain skin deep in sin . . .

I always wanted to go to Paris . . . listen to Spainish guitars playing love songs in smoky bars . . .

Some day I will

The fix fluctuated
like a butterfly
on acid

Every word a demonstration
of the vunerability
of flesh

Come Fix all our world of longings

I walk the path of
Jeaus Christ
I often stumble
and make a mess

I find sin
again on end
I beg forgiveness
so I can mend

Then I get up
every morning
Take a deep breath
and start again

I am weak
A pathetic soul
A lost sheep
from the 100 fold

My seed falls
amongst the cracks
Raises up stems that
the sun beats back

How I long for
living waters
To cool my my soul
To discard this earthly mold

Til then
I will live in my place
Awaiting the gift
of Holy Grace

I pulled into Jericho
Eyes looking all around
I began to stammer
Looking at the ground

Crazy Chester grinned
at his infirmity
Said it was only
a simple disability

No one smiled
a simple hello
I could tell no one
liked jello

The sun burned east
in the least
The nights were all
uneasy midst the feast

I stepped on the dust
of Joshua's ghost
But where was the best of Moses's boast

So end the words
elected to be
Done now for there
are no more words
. . . to see .

We are charged to action
not to results .
Those who do the least
say the most .
Nothing more than shadow
in the way of the light .

My fortunes
deep and mighty
Black root rot
Leaf and blighty

Rocks feel not the pain
nor share the blame
when they've been instructed
to maim

So I got myself undressed
wiped away the blood
Bruised enough to suffice
Whose name now is  labeled Mud

Will you beat me in the morning
Will you beat me in the end
Will you beat me enough
until I call you friend

Stop and think about it before you start to talk about the problem

Go back further than the problem to restate basic principles of God's dealing with man

Apply those principles to the problem . Let the light of the basic principles shine upon the problem

Commit the matter in faith to God no matter what you know or don't know what to do

In time he will answer you

Yes I am a living miracle because
I ain't dead yet .

The darkest nights
provide
the mush-rooms
of delight

I loved to ride my Schwinn bicycle
I must have been only nine
I would ride it down to the pond
where I spent a lot of my time

I also loved a girl back then
She had a dog named Polar Bear
Of course it was white
until it was run over
by a school bus whose driver didn't care

I loved living in Florida
The salt air from
the ocean was  exhilarating
When I left the Sunshine State
I left a huge chunk
of my heart there

Now I am a hand in my pocket
Always reaching for something not there
Home is where you dry
your tears
But I've found no sleeve to wipe them on


If only we could put poems
in a bucket
then throw them onto a raging fire
Would the flames die out
or leap even higher .

But it seems words cost us nothing
More plentiful than the leaves of grass
Our lives have become instrumentals
Where there are no words to be found

It was Leg-O-lass ,
we called him
one pocket *** ,
so skinny he
could hide behind
a nail .
And then there was
Dumbledork
He could ****
a cork
out of a bottle
of wine .
And ***** the Bobbit
and his family of
incestuous relations
Frito , another little chipper off the block.
Then Sam-so-unwise Gangrene , who dressed in disguise as the wobbling Idiot of Shire .
And as always Flpping and his cherry friend Huckleberry , who was looking at a 'Play Podiatrist' centerfold , a magazine full of pictures of naked hairy feet .

One two three
Three two one
Spinning in circles
Dancing the night away

Holding onto the hugs
from yesterday
Plotting the hubris
eventually coming this way

Do you remember
the everythings
The way life was a skip
while the record would sway

How the squares
on calendars
Just seemed to slip away
. . . just slipped away

So you keep on smiling
Keep on dancing
Keep on living
just keep on keeping on

One two three
Three two one
Once the past is done
the future will come

The river is wide
Full of muddy water
The risks are great but for
NOW I have to cross over

All your words
go in one side
and out the other

All your praise
is disguised
but can't hide from the
truth in your eyes

Slip away like a ship
on high tides embrase
Fling your emotions as kites to hungry trees

Your concerns are the
footprints in March slush
A fish caught too close
to the edge of the falls

You crawl close in my sleep
with penetrating thoughts
Malicious intent , and deviant whispers of desire

There's the mechanical scrape of the belt on the fan's shaft that sounds like a cricket in the night

. . . it no belongs

The soft shuffle of shoes on cement sidewalks late at night reminds me I tread lightly alone

. . . and it no belongs

The late autumn breath chills my bones as I envy the stars from where I once roamed

. . . I no belongs

See the armies of leaves vanquished , brown and blown ? They are my kindred spirits in arms

. . . that no belongs

Shadows dancing desperately in the night , find no sanctuary in the light . A question of balance is added to the scales ,

. . . I no belongs

.

we live with

die without

breathe in

breathe out

mumble

or shout

certainty

clouded over

in doubts

everything

rests upon

the next

step

the next heartbeat

I see the nest you made

I say farewell to the
ups , downs , and the degrees . . . those ****** degrees

I just can't remember who to send them to

There's dust on the eyes
of the dreamers

Ripples on the water from the skipping ****** dreams

Still the thoughts
hold on to everything

. . . and nothing

Set my wings free

She was just a mystery
Seldom was she seen
She used to come and visit me
In my midnight summer's  dreams

I often think about him
Now so many years ago
He walks among the angels now
I pace down here below

I used to eat raw lemons
Put a little salt on top
Some now say "make lemonade
If bitter is all you've got"

I crossed the bridge of no retutn
A thousand times a week
By now you'd think I would have found
What it was I seek

So now it comes down to you
I know it does to me
After I burned all my bridges down
The aftermath set me free

Alleviate my heavy heart
Release the demons
that I wish would soon depart

Turn the air pure in thought
What I've found was not that what I sought

What I gathered were the weeds and thorns
and the lightning from thunderstorms

Now my bones ache of sin
These guilty feelings run deep within

Once I reached the mountain's top
I realized there was no place to go but to drop

The devouring grave with headstone made
has me questioning if I am saved

So I raise my fist in a defiant stance
Such foolish arrogance
yeilds an ungodly glance

I am a rich man in beggars clothes
To be stripped naked so my sins will be exposed

Fot what little I have gained . . . will be taken and given to the righteous to claim

A job
done right
is never finished

A job
done wrong
is a certain do over

A job
never attempted
is wasted potential

A job
avoided
leads to
suspicion

And suspicion
leads to
no job at all

Flesh and bone lay fallow in the field
Covered with the soil of memories
Where crows stalk the furrows
Hoping for dead flesh
to make out a
meal

So be it , So be it
It was not our will
to will it

The piano plays drunk in the bar built like blue
Paid for by the taxiation
on alcohol consumed

You make me into someone that is no one
and see through me
like a ghost

And the world is
spinning around you
Making dizzy a thing
Without the glue
so falling apart

So smile for a while
Laughing
Holding your gin and tonic
To white teeth envy

Soon to stand under
the authority of deigned
resignation

So be it , So be it
It was never our will
to will it

Jot was the mischievous one , bending the truth to suit .

While Tittle stamped their point over the head of truth .