What is there not to like ?

What is there to be liked ?

What a lot of What-a-burger
cough , cough , could you step back out of the light ?

I caught you with your finger in the hole

the one that plugs the leaking waters of the ****

Saw you hike up your skirt
just checking to see if all was tight

Yes I wonder if you are all right

I do the same myself

I opened up many doors
just to have them slammed in my face

What if we all were born of age and reversed the time that went ?

Would we fret the womb and the unaging going back ?

When I pause to think of you I try to not tarry long

It was just a lighter shade to the pale of winter and it was just a hazy song

How many holes does it take to fill a hole ?

How many souls to fill a grave ?

How many lies does it take
to build a bridge of truth ?

How many "how manys" you may ask

How many words make a mouthful ?

How many steps make a right direction ?

How many regrets in the choices not made ?

How many "how manys' you may ask

Upon the path , flows through the forest

I'll walk a ways by river's way

Below the mountains
that run ahead

I've lost all my now
I had to say

(The songbirds do it better ayway)

Yellow butterflies ignite the sky

While a bald eagle gives the ole' eagle eye

The sun clothes me
in threads of finer gold

Not too ostentatious , not too bold

The warmth soothes my bones and heart

Telling the obstinate mumurations to soon depart

The most beautiful color
is sky blue

And the color of love emanating
from the smile of you

Are you lying to my face
Or waiting til I turn my back to your disgrace

Your words cut deeper
than I can heal
As the life in me drains out
and I can no longer feel

You are a disease with your words of hate
What did I do to you
thus to make

Your soul shadows the shades of sin
There is nothing but pure evil behind that grin

Someday when the truth is revealed
When stripped of the power that now you wield

The light of truth , the way the life
The tables will be turned
causing your strife

Every lie the axe does stroke
The chips may fall
like the songs to notes

And when the tree falls
the one ripe with knowdge
of good and evil
Will you be counted on to be one of his people ?

So you may hurt me
for now I can't lie
But only up to
the point
the moment that I die

So God sends me comfort
when he utters those chords
"Revenge is a matter of
property that belongs
to our Lord"

He kissed the lips
of Lichen
Then likened it
to the silent lips
that never speak

Twelve angry BMWs
$ped away in millionaires
Down slopes sopping wet in anxiousness .
Through signs demanding application or else
Only to crash into trees of Killer Bees looking for excuses to be angry or whatever . Everyone has their buzz .

Life is an ocean

Each person a wave

that journeys across seas

to the shores final grave

Some waves be gentle

Others arriving by storm

All come to crashing

to be justlly reborn

These are the ins and outs
given to our breath by the accordions
of our time

The ancient grains
of Sumerians
leave us Anunnaki
in thought

While the winds of desire
carve out the desolation
of our destiny

Leaving dust and dreams
of billions
buried under the sun and heat . . . there is no escaping the sands of time

Stand still long enough
and you will disappear

The instance of sunrise
belies the plunge
into darkness

Because the sand burns
as you struggle to run
up the dunes of doom
you lose the traction of life

Soon to be devoured dessicated ,
and mummified . . . all by the sands of time

The hounds of Nbucketville
howl at the full moon's folly
While feral cats walk the fence
short of their own immortality
They write lines upon the sand
And call it perfunctorality
Actually it is nothing more short than their own taste of banality
. . . banality
. . . banality
. . . banality
. . . banality

I race upon the edge of life

Days once dull now
sliced so fast

The partitioning skin opens up

Draining life's essence
into a cup

So dice another second
off

dare I turn to mourn or scoff ?

Another hour or a day

Do my words matter anyway ?

Step off
teleportation's dock

Who keeps candles hidden in a near by box ?

Forget the matches
that can't catch spark

Steps the mystery  of the unknowingly dark

Dr Samuel Johnson : "Revenge is an act of passion , vengence of justice ; injuries are reavenged , crimes are avenged ."

Retributive justice is often misnamed as vengence . For some it signifies an excitememt of angry passions in order to gratify a vindictive spirit which in supposition believes it has been harmed by evil intent . Vengence is actually the simple act of justice giving all their due .

The sun's rose of petals pure orange in glow

The dawn cracked and broke into thousands
of eggshell seconds

Leaking light spewing around corners of deviant darkness

Wisps of moisture twisted in agony as sunshine pierced their hearts as if Dracula devoured

The quick of eye penetrated the shadows of desperation as fleeing phantons fled

The wax of their ways melted leaving feathers of wing spiraling down

The blood of quills spilled upon the newspaper whose headlines shouted ,
"Poetry Is Dead !"

What ever happened to Valsa George ?
Not a word for years and of you I ask and do implore
Has she gone on to meet her designated  fate ?
Is it now of me to inquire
because it is now much too late ?
Will her words pass on as well ?
Dumped into the black hole of the internet's Hell ?

Oh , well !

What is will be
May your best be allowed to soar so free

High upon my advantage point
Gazing at the after effects
with the tears of solace
Below lay the lies of destruction
the struggle with perpetuation
Within all the knowing
the denial
the blind allocation to
alternative truths

Below the valley spreads in a perpetual race to oblivion
Progress in the name of ******

Here high upon my disadvantaged point
I stand
(glazing over the coat of light)
stands the way and truth

Dear Protrudence
Won't you come out
to play
Dear Protrudence
I know you haven't got a lot to say
The bone was broken
Things got compounded
Right away
Dear Protrudence
Won't ou come out to play

It was a long way there
The struggle conquered
Acceptance and congratuations
were abundantly spread
The offers poured in
So many were the choices to be made

The years were productive
The appreciation spread
The satisfaction warmed my heart
I had it made all the way to my grave

It was a long way there
but now I see
It's much longer coming back

If not for nothing
there wouldn't
be anything

There it was
in plain sight
I stared and stared
but it didn't
look right
I checked the spelling
and was assured
that's the way it's
spelled

I said what the Hell

Something I saw
now for every day
How could it change
so much in every way

Jamais vu !

My heroes were
windows of wonder

That gathered no dust
upon sills

But under the leaves
of their autuums

They turned into stargates
battling over their own wills

Falling like meteors
into the deathtrap of time

Across the night's sky
to the memories of mind

Upon the sad realization
that it was evident

They were no more
infallible than the heavenly sent

That their seconds were
accumulating score

Leading to the exit of the
house of life's back door

All of my Heroes are zeros who got lucky in some way

Whose arc of spark is spent  
and now fade away

(1992)

a blazing fire on a rocking horse

a troll doll crushed in a vise

a skull ,
jello ,
chainsaw ,
and other things

Dim : "You asked ?"
"Can't this car go any faster ? Cause I can still see where I am ?"

(no one told you of the trouble you were in  , beyond the words of dim)

"Can't this car go any faster ?"

(that was before your life went dim)

"You should have told me ! Cause I can still see where it was I've been before my life went dim !"

It's not how long you live
It's how you live long

When Jesus bled upom the cross
His Father caused the clouds
to hide his eyes .

"Father ! Father ! Why have you forsaken me ?" , were amongst the last words of  Jesus' cries

God had a choice to save his Son
Or to save the likes of us

To save just one or the many
What on Earth would you have done

I know most would choose their own skin
over the likes of him

They do it every day
again and again and again

So you've sacrificed your nothings
expecting huge dividends

Don't be surprised if
God doesn't
turn away his face again and again and again

Left holding the chain
Never ate my dreams
Turned to watermelon
Seeds and schemes

Had to look west
The sun Filmore East
One wonders the least
. . . . the least

Never be the words
weekend crazed
Creating explanations
left confused , certainly dazed

The friend thief
incognito
Dances double
with Magneto

Land sharks
great white and rich
Bite the heads off
Every young *****

Life cheap and fake
Ants in Amber
Back to Least Coast
Across the land of anger

And I don't know
if I can do it

once steps were so fast and secure . . .
now as hollow as the footsteps to the shadow of heels

All those beautiful colors . . . blend to white water . . . falling apogee . . . the crashing culmination of what dreamt to me

I see you smiling
through the fence
of my enduring fears

See you riding your horse
this year after years

Watched you stir up the red clay dust that was whisped away by a thunderstorm's gust


See you wipe away tears
of joy and happiness

And the tears of sad goodbyes

What ever happened to Búzios Bay , Brazil ?

Now I will never know

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The words of the poet
Don't mean much
We forget the thought
But not the feel
How each poet
made it all real

Rulers are made to be broken
From feet into inches
From purple robes
and lecterns
To rags and frost burns
From a canter
to a ******

Electro swing , dub step dreams
Clarinet , solo , licorice wails , reedy schemes
In black rooms , no clocks nor windowsills
No reasons to turn back
Trumpets throw down muted will
Trombone collars , paper parachutes , striped shirttail girls taking dollars
Give and take , elabrolate
Bass bop , strings hop dancing on keys
C'mon . . . please !

How far are the backs
to yesterday's moves

Sweet summer time wine
Restless and somewhat bored

Laying under the stars and trees

Waiting for the night to move

Always waiting

She was the introduction
A cat clawing  at the screen door

I had a neck of elaboration
She had fingers of steel

We waited on the thunder
Remembering
how the air was so still

We waited and waited
the evil and the good

The night has moves
It was completely
understood

The flea of fables
fans the feeble fires
of fastidious fires

The rat runs rancid
rabid by recognition
Returns to the roots
of restoration

There can be no sorrow
without loss

It is no use for a man to say ,
"I have made up my mind upon certain things ,"

and to keep doggedly fighting over those matters , while , at the same time , the whole of his life is unkind , ungenerous and unlovable .

Yes , by all manner of means be a martyr if you like ; but do not martyr everybody else .
(Spurgeon)

The last they saw of him
he was riding a horse off into the whiteout snow
"The flakes fell fatal"
some people said
Now somewhere it's possible he's nowhere to be found

All legends ride off into the whiteout that encompasses our thoughts
Time may destroy the man
but not his dreams
. . . nor our dreams

It was the day before Christmas and all through the house all had gone out the kids , husband and wife
There was plenty of presents under the tree
as the thief under cover could plainly see . A quick tap by steel bar on the glass and the theif gained entry by opening a window to pass .
He quickly opened up the lock on the back door . Then shuffled all the presents out to his car a sleek looking four door . Then he sped away not fast but discrete for no one saw a thing for he was so fleet . Well we came home to a tragic scene . How could this have happend , it's so outragous
down right ugly and mean

Black nights of assassins
Never meaning to bend
Messages are pending
Left unopened in the end

The words are unfolding
Take shape as they fall
There is no more reason
Beyond mending walls

Beauty is always hidden
like sin
Just to be forgiven
If not for now then when

In the cold and the torment
That placated the night
The moon is no more
Than truth's reflection in
light

And I wonder about
Black nights of assassains
Hidden in dark corners
nursing their treasons

The riddle wrapped itself in cloaks of wit and crowns of understanding

The parable parallels the fables with skins and lofty feathers

The riddle was obscured
Left lacking in explanation

Meanwhile the parable remained hidden
Left for future days

The implications of gratitude are like the hot dusty desert winds
leaching out the moisture
dessicates within

Then when the roots run rock shallow the fortification begins

Their indications of agreements entered into
are but less than followed through

Meanwhile the mountains of probability will be forested thick in their nakedness of shame and agit with the flux of futility

Then the riddle will be left perplexed , lacking insight it will not be able to see the forest for the trees

Being . . . Christian . . .

means . . .

being secure . . .

in sadness . . .

ìn pain . . .

without love . . .

beaten . . .

falsely accused . . .

lied to . . .

jailed . . .

and killed . . .

for a single
thought
in head

How much
worse then
for the rest
of the world

You can't see love
nor it's reflection
only the results

You can't see hate
nor it's origination
only the results

You can't see God
nor his glorification
only the results

Chinese ,
It wasn't cheap
So I charged it to the government
Taxpayers never had a say
Those in power legislate it to be that way

Of course they had to have all new names
for all the old items that were the same ol' same

Peking Duck was renamed Apollo *** Luck
Szechaun Chicken became known as Polaris Back and Black
Sweet and sour shrimp turned to Lunar Prawn .

Always abundant parking but you best stay near .
When it's dark out who knows what's out there to fear

Well I'm on my way to Mars .
Going to be a pioneer
One of Musk's first ever transplanted engineers

Sure some will die
I'm counting on it that
it won't be this guy

And when I do
I hope to be buried
on Ole' Red under the Red , White and blue Martian sky
Paving the way for the followers to come

Oh and when you come make a stop on the dark side of the moon for Chinese takeout
It's a long way to Mars
10 - 4
Over and out !

30,000 troops sent to the border
A massing for attack ?

Opening up places to concentrate people
Homeless , opposition , and those who exercise rights

When will the exterminators come
declaring that the righteous are fake ?

WHEN 98% of the people contain only 2.6% of wealth they've devised a plan to take out the rest

Birds of a feather flock together with Un , Putin and Jinping .

There are only victors and victims on the ****** skin
when it comes in the name of war

Not believing in God for
lack of proof is such a lame excuse .

Did I say
I love you . . . (no)

Not even from the
highest low ?
Nor from the
lowest high ?

My love is running up the hill
A wolf sleeping in the grass
A silver stream running fast in dreams
A piano in pain

I hear the hounds of love
The clicks of red shoes
The exhalation of locomotive breath
In the winter's gale

Only one way out
can't walk out the door
Eleanor Rigby
Elizabeth Reed
They don't exist anymore

ManoMaker
don't forsake her
Cut the ties
that bind the lies
And set the Angels free

ManoMaker
widow maker
take the good book
break the bad hook
Set the Angels free

Well , ManoMaker
Part time taker
Turn to chapter nine
Lists all the crimes
Oh let them Angels free

Hey ! ManoMaker
Mr Al A. Gator
Lover of the swamps
Romp , Stomp , chomp
Let them Angels go

(The things I ask of myself while sitting in the dark)

I shoulder the borders of everything . . .
of the nothingness trapped inside the air . . . is Atlas crushed ?

All the holy mole of mountains that I've stumbled over , am I saying I never really cared ?

The indentations of life ,
the craters that I plunge carelessly into . . . can I crawl my way back out ?

That sentence in the book of life ignored returns , was it just to haunt me . . .
or is it a reaping of the sorrow that I chose to sew ?

A toxic attitude , from the grapes of wrath , has it aged well in the bottles of time  . . . do I keep drinking up the past ?

Twisting around it's not the worthy that I find

Yet . . .

A finite year of imperfection it surely was
that indeed .

I perceive this age of dust
That of rain's rage upon
the red red rust

I've captured the binds
that held me fast
as I turned blue I
choked and gasped

So life will rise up to the tast
Or topple over like a stone
from a pyramid's past

So shovel the grave with spades called days
Don't go giggling at time's
inconsistent maze

For you are to remember
in this age of dust
your red red blood
is soon tucked
beneath the crust

They are the hard of face and infirm of heart
Brazen is their gaze

They carry a shameless attitude standing firm in unyielding fields of maze

Even stubborn
in their proven guilt
They are fleshly grasping traitors

Like insubordinate children
with sardonic wiles
dedicated Chaos is their choice to savior

I am the air that ruffles the feathers of a wing
The shadows of a thunder storm
I am the invisible feeling
of a summer fling

I am the water that satiates thirst
The cosmic heavens of comets and meteor's burst

I am the longing of a broken heart
The disappointment when your car won't start

I am the determination of a rivers quest
I was there when you were born
I'll be there for your death

I am the essence you take for granted
That which you have neglected
That which you have taken advantage

I am the life you've been gifted
The years , months and days and minutes
Take just a few seconds to say thank you

My , how I loved the night
Oh , the sweet breeze of mystery
The warm breath of summer on my neck
Oh , how I loved it so
Oh , that could I go
but not a possbility anymore
The excitement in a strangers face
The closeness of companionship
The embrace and kisses
of give and take
where has my desire gone

Oh how I loved the night

The
darkest
dawn
always
comes
after
the
darkest
hour
of
the
night

She was a creature
a consumer of stars
Like a rabbit
hopping from bar to bar

The nighthawks few in precision
Feathers flagging
like fodder in the wars

Second guessing wasting hours
All the questions
fill the buckets with years
so dire

Rolling
stones
crush
bones

"War , children , it's just
a shot away" (Gimme Shelter by the Rolling Stones)

"Send me dead flowers every morning and I won't forget
to put roses on your grave."
(Dead Flowers by Townes Van Zandt)

Southern winds soothe the pines
Pitch sap oozes from the trees
There's the lap of tanic water
on the shores of lake
kissimmee
.
Takes more than gentle waves
to endow a restless sea
More than all the stars to make up eternity
.
A journey starts with a  first step
Then it takes many more to come
And when you've finally arrived at your destination
you feel empty , defeated
dumb
.
You were never promised a tomorrow
Today will always be your last
You will be who you are in the future
depending upon your past