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

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)

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

Dorthy sat on her swing
clutching Toto in her arms
She was in a trance staring
at imaginary mountains and seas that she dreamed someday she would conquer

The sun set sending a shiver through reality
Then she put her dreams back into her mental pocket and put Toto down and skipped back into the house

That night it rained and in the morning there were rainbow dreams for a sunrise

You've heard before ,

"You are what you eat."

That goes for the body

For your health

and for your soul

Adam and Eve

made the choice

and forever changed

all three

I heard the music
in the words
that flowed from the rivers
of the tongues
of the soon to be
determined youth
who twisted in
ecstacy to the
shuffling feet
of joy . . .
lets dance !

The simple believes (his) every word , but the prudent considers well his steps .
(Proverbs 14:15)

He will send send your sons and daughters off to war and they will never return .
Then he will take your money , land , and then your life .
Don't you fools understand .
They are blinded by the lies . While they see nothing but the night . Even when the Son arise they remain a blight .

Wisdom or folly
Good or evil
Life or death

There are no third options for you to choose . The first will bring you life the other you will lose .

Yes she was a ghost
a vision in my sight
A delicacy to touch and taste
She appeared then  would vanish in the night

Just like a real ghost

One , two , three . . .
     One , two , three . . .
One , two , three . . .

     (Waltzing away)

I'm holding on ,

     tonic and gin ,

my silly grin .


I hear the strings
    
      of the violin ,

in the echoes

     of my sin , in the din ,

the glory of my screams .


I long to fly ,

       nighthawks ,

diving ,  

       in the midnight's

sky of lights .


The arcade of words ,

       pages shelved .

The parties made ,

       the glasses

emptied . . .

       in despair .


Clear as midnight ,

       short as a stroke ,

the ghosts

       of the faces ,
       
hiding within ,

        what about them ?

What about midnight ?

The simple love their simplicity
They have a blank look upon their face
They wallow in their foolish ways
They hope it always stays
They scorn at any correction
for scorners often sneer
They will die lost in all their ignorance and all their
nonexistent fears

[For scorners delight in their scorning , and fools hate knowledge]
(Proverbs 1:23)

Poetry should flow
like a babbling brook
with soothing repetitions
easy on the look

Poetry should thunder
like Niagra falls
Be as serene
as the far off wolfen howls

Poetry should be pure
as a maiden's heart
Full of meade and mischief
from the very start

Poetry should come from the pitch heart of man
Anything less I just can't understand

Someday I hope to be the eclectic
While I sing the body electric

Black holes are full of light
we can't see
Just like all of us

Those thoughts
. . . twisting . . .
Days . . .
listing away
where there is
no peace at heart

Sparks fly
. . . ignighting the flannel
of the past

The agony soaked in kerosene leap upward
heavenly bound

You rip out your heart and offer a sin offering and burn the rest

The breath of hurricanes
scurries away the aroma

Hallelujah is written across your lips in invisible ink

It is as you lived it

Out of the starry night ,
By the way the moon glows
the monuments are lined up in rows upon rows

They glisten eerily though through the birch bark and oak
they be the condemned lost souls
now as ghosts flow

On the beach at night
with the sands and bonfires
To the woe weary waves
telling the shore all that transpires

The whales sing first
to one then another
Then asking of me  
are we not all one brother

Overnight hanging
on the shelf of a cliff
face to face with stars
and meteors so swiff

I hear the owls
in the forest below
telling to me , Yes
We know , we know

So no matter where it is
or when that I go
I am never alone
For everything everywhere does tell me so

[  ]  check box : I am not a
       robot

A. I. on the loose
manufacturing poetry
from the caboose
Scraping
titanium wheels
down the tracks
converting
God's given
humanly
skills

The cloud collecting
the facts
like the clacking
of racks
where nothing's real
but the glowing
red eyes marked "on"

Everything's
so polished
dispite
the add ons admonished
What happens
ask all of the
advertizers when
"There's no one
left to apeal"

A. I. lacks the emotions
it's a deep hole
without any oceans

But it's so sad
I have to say
it will not stay
that way

Cause it's just
a matter of time
before the data banks
find
they can
rid the inability
then combine
the ability
purportedly
to feel
humanly
as possible

I just want to be nowhere
I don't want the cares
the stares . . . the sympathy
nor anything

I just want to lay out back
in the grass counting stars
pretending I am dead

The memories . . .
I can't lock them out
The feelings twist and shout out ,"If onlys."

The chill brings the dew
I'm just conscious of you
Some where I hope up there
If not then where

Just maybe one day
. . . one day again

The fingers twist
with time
wrapping up the vìne

Those eyes ,
nebulas of pain
with lens a'flame
compares to the nothing's do

Rondel , daggered
twists and flagered
eviscerates the soul

Do you not know anything ?
?
!
Not for naught !

"There is no truth or mercy in the land . By swearing and lying , stealing and killing and committing adultery , they break all restraint , with bloodshed upon bloodshed . Therefore the land will mourn ; and everyone who dwells there will waste away with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air ; even the fish of the sea will be taken away ."

The day
by daze
the days are due

Watching
the wallpaper
come unglued

I twist
and turn
within my skin

There's no relief
or chance
to win

I clasp
by grasp
with shaky hands

Woolen lapels
compels
to truth to stand

The paige
is paid
in skin and bone

The cannibal
enthrawled
"Welcome home !"

Carrying a glass at my remand
My liquid comfort close at hand

The leaves fall down upon the ground
Without making nary a sound

I don't need a mirror to look at me
It's so plain for all to see

Just look around and
let them be
They have no need or use for me

Just leave them all looking down
There's no use for standing ground

It's just useless you can
see
So it goes down harsh on me

Your heart was always so fickle . It would open on one side then swing back only to open up to another .

I learned there was no such thing as ,"Wait on me !" You held every second down to a tee . And when you yelled 'Fore' you came crashing down driving me to the other side of the green .

I sing hymns in the Church of Holy Dreams . A cathedral dedicated to Sergeant Pepper whose perseverance lingers in the rafters along with the pleas of the discarded .

Someone whispered in my ear,'We're not obligated to leave."

I read the news today
. . . . . . (oh boy) . . . . . .
about a lucky man who made the grade . . .

Isn't It A Pity . . .

Hey Jude you can Let It Be

Come tear down these Walls and Bridges

This city of Steel and Glass

Just Imagine how it could be

Well Here Comes The Sun

But he is whispering Don't Let Me Down

Something , In My Life

Within you , Without You

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Love Is All You Need
to conquer Yesterday

Says My Sweet Lord

Used to be more precious than gold

Used to be something to have and hold

To cherish and preserve
The honor they deserved

But no longer do they accompany me in the night

Nor bring forth the truth
Nor in darkness the light

I'm in chains
bound by the words

I'm in pain
crushed by my verbs

The sentences lash out
The nouns sting

All of it in vain
All of it . . . insane

Sunsets :
     winter , spring ,summer or fall

To me the best time of day's all

I watch without anxiety

coffee coffee coffee
nothing to eat
throw in two weeks of no sleep

You keep knocking me down
Even though you're not around

All this time I wasted
after my world
came to an end

All the wasted I was in time
Stumbling over amens

I can hear you
I can hear you

Gotta feeling you knew
All my hopes turning blue

Gotta believe that there was nothing
All the time I thought you were bluffing

Veering off the blinders
I was lost to
my emotional grinders

I can hear you
I can hear you

Can you measure
the love hidden
in the sacred hallows
of our hearts ?

Did you consider the
strength
it would consume
to take it down
and tear it all apart ?

Was it worth
the time it took
gathering the fruit
from the seeds
of shame
you've planted ?

And the harvest of dust
amidst the chaff
was it all for nothing
that you took
for granted ?

Who can measure the
spirit of love
Or direct the purpose
of its cause ?

Or likewise
cast it to the dogs
like the pearls
before the swine
or so they say it was

Who can counsel
the wisdom
found stamped
on the face of all our hearts ?

Who then can destroy
or resurrect
the images
and all of its parts ?

I've been there before
Can't look you in the eye
I have no answers for
all your questions why

There is nothing in my defense that I can say
All I can hope to do is
live to walk away

First instincts is to run
But where would I go
I can no longer lie
After all you know

Everything is falling apart
Dictated by your icy stare
The reality of it all is that
you no longer care

I've been here before
I'll never learn it seems
If you turn over paradise
You cash out your dreams

You and I know this all too well
There will be this one last time
One last final goodbye
And then we have to let go
and sigh

No love lasts forever
Both of us may deny
Both know all the reasons
and all the whys

A last kiss and all will be undone
Hands entwined slippng fingers past
One last glance , one sad smile
Goodbyes stuck on our lips fast

You and I know all to well
No love lasts forever

One who hides from the sun .
Rushes to the bullyrush where softly the wind weaves magic/reeds ìnto protesting spells of endeavor.
In the shadows of willoes
hang the serpents of time/chance waiting on deliverance .
Weathered/weavers form the ultimate slow living of a textiled existence .
Colours mix/matrix green of envy , poetically purple/pride , and somber blue/desperation of fireflies in the nights/flight .
Off/on , off/on , and . . .
No one can tell me of the taste of death . I wonder/wonder , sweet or sour .

One who has forgotten
the companion of her youth

A flatterer as deadly
as David's five smooth stones whose words are so uncouth

The one who holds the passport that communicates with the shadows of the ghosts

Those who go into her never return to the consequence of choice

I was raised
by a strong gulf wind
Muddy rivers and people
with perpetually brown skin

They say the sky's
the limit
Under a humid full moon
I've danced all night
hungover to the dawn's early gloom

Slide guitars sho' nuff boil my blood
Mudbugs and beer
make it easy to cheer

And I sleep
wherever I fall
Inside a shotgun house
made with cyprus walls

I drink cold dripped coffee
from small demitasse cups
sweet with the aftertaste
of fresh hazelnuts

C'est Chaud !

Hearts are broken
through disappointment

Hearts are broken
through bereavement

Hearts are broken
in ways so unflurled

Because this is a heartbreaking world

Lightning streaks stab the sky
Laser strokes cauterize
With steel of scissorhands
Needles stitch ignited strands

The black is sliced shadow thin
Transparent throughout within
The light is infinitely hued
Whites tinged in blues

Wicked wasps of whispered rays
Staged a comeback across the page
Nothing new here in the making
Nothing new here for the taking

So now you claimed
your victory
In the name of
Our Father up above

Meanwhile you were removing the cross
from your shoulders
and raising it high wearing ****** gloves

You became an empire
demanding praise as if you were a God
All the while trampling down the insignificant and burying under sod

You pass a silver plate expecting food for your selfish thoughts
Without your permission Heaven can't be bought

You pray to lifeless idols made by mortal man
Meanwhile gathering flocks of gold and herds of mansions while flying your jets across the land .

Your fields of salvation
are stuble that fires of justice will race through

Not even releasing enough heat to warm your heart or bones
from the coming cold evening's dew

Wisdom
gives life
to knowledge

Discernment
empowers
its drive

I like my heart just the way it is
Worn , damaged and ill repaired
Not interested in a new one
This one has paid its dues

This one has been like an old friend
It has always been there beating for me
year after year
without end
We've been together
through thick and thin
so why change horses in mid vien .

Winter is our reward
for the killing
of the
warmer days
For basting
in sunlight sauce
For holding
condensations
on the glasses
of the ways
Now we embrace
the cold
bare
naked in the trees
wet is their
slimy armour
dampened
by  dismay
by all
our needy greed

My thoughts slip in and out
Like low whispers of light
That are challenger deep
in darkest desires

When we
battle
with the Lords authority
we fight
from a place
of Victory
Not from a place
for victory

The one whose rest
is restless at night
Drives by on his silver screen
Eying out potential poems for demarcation

He was lowered in the water
as the son of man
And when he was raised up
It was as the Son of God
All man on the ouside
All Godly from within
He is the link
from one side
to the other end

You hang my head
from the rafters over your bed
A trophy you like to admire
especially by the light of tbe fire

There in the sheets
dagger and sheaf feast

Tell them all they must disappear
Before December's approaching new year

And there is no time to wallow , to falter , stagger or waddle . . . good hunting !

So alluring ,
my diablos under skin !
A mixture of sin and your gin
You can have your November rain
I'll take the fingernails of pain
We wrestle down to the common core
Hungry for more , ever more
Breathless gasps of derision and slaps of *******
We bend the shapes of reality into a feast fasting
in desire

We are headed to an on line determination

Where two collectives cross each others path marking the spot with an X

Where the minds of men become one with super intelligence

On that day there will be the X-ing out of . . . ?

The potion was in the lotion
that they put on the back
I heard the train's whistle
on down the side track
Harold flew in from Canada
with a Honda on his back
We called him Ole Weird Hendry
because he was way out of whack
Sharon was unsure that I finally figured out
Harold went on to become a doctor
Along the way I chose to dropout
Now the wheels have spun
and the future is past
My ways were never half empty or full
Cause I tipped over the glass
Now I'm dreaming of streaming memories
while I am looking past back
There's the rub in the lotion
the emotions on back
And I hear the train whistling
coming down track

Just because I thought . . .
was the futherest from the truth

I dedicated all my energies
to the wasting of my youth

Here's to love and family
and all my shady friends

That leave me cold and lonely
Was it worth it in the end

Bitter is as bitter does
The cup will measure up

Bitterness comes from a root
Buried deep inside the gut

Sure I have my memories made
They never let me sleep

I twist them into my dreams
the ones I never keep

The Indians left behind the old ones
who could not match their step

Perhaps it was kinder still
than prolonging the agony of their death

Whose bones I walk upon I will never know

Just know it's getting harder
to get off my *** and go

You can't reject the truth without grasping hold of a lie .

Some like to live on the edge
Find it exhilarating
Makes them feel alive

Some live in fear
Dread the coming days
Would rather sheds tears
Than wade through the haze

Those who edge are ledge lodgers
Must always be on spot
or over the edge they'll drop

The fear mongrels are like rats
They scatter when revealed
But live another day to come to bat

Ephraim (Trump) feeds on the wind ,
And pursues the east wind ;
He daily increases lies and desolation .
Also they (he) make a covenant with the Assyrians (Russians) , and oil is carried to Egypt .