There are no more made memories
without you babe
No more tasting sweet afterthoughs that you leave between the sheets
without your love babe
There are no fusion fast hugs
that last a half-life long
without all of you babe
No globe of enduring form
to my flat earth existence
No soul to my soil where once the fuse of love exploded . . .
without you babe
There is only the whole Earth embrace of the emptiness of my universe
without any stars . . .
without you babe

I want to be your everything
but I don't want you to learn to have to cling
I love the space of your confidence
Mentally full of opulence

Someday everything will come true
Together the complications we will undo
Then nothing will block the bridge over our gaps
We will conquer all mishaps

Long have I desired to lay by you
In the darkness breathing in silence just us two
To hold you is more than holding life
for you are my sacred one , my wife

Laying still cheek to cheek
The faintest breaths that come so meek
With lip to lip and hand on hip
And curls across your face I flip

As you lay across my chest
my fingers follow spine up to the crest
The moon has risen and lights up the room
Far away comes the sound of loons

How now is my wish it would stay all night
If came true there would be no morning light
No end to this enchanted interlude
Lost in our eternal solitude

I knew you
back when
I didn't
know you

Now that
I know you
I wish I didn't

Like a cancer
on my
spiritual skin

An ache inside
my holy
bones

The fire
that burned
down heart
and home

I wish
you were
gone

Only 7% of the world's total population of 109 to 119 billion people are alive right now .


Like the Smashing Pumpkins say , the killer in you
is the killer in me

Everyone
somehow , somewhere , someway

Is responsible for causing the death
of someone else

Where turns my hearts desire

To white cliffs that have been left afar

Stretched for miles as the freedom brings

I walk the worn path above the straits

The welcoming site of Heavnly gates

Giving someone the shaft

I'm finding there is no peace
Nothing more than simple grief
I'm climbing up a rocking wall
Knowing it's a certain fall
I'm scratching a brick wall with fingernails
Digging blacken tunnels down to Hell

So where do I choose to stand ?
On the blood from my evil hands ?
What do I have to say ?
While the truth quietly slips away

Hey ! Hey ! Hey ! Hey !

So before the moments of sun arise
Before I put on the mask of my disguise
Before I set out on my day
I stop for a second so I may pray

Hey ! Hey ! Hey ! Hey !

And in the center of my mind
I'm still hoping I will find
Looking all around I feel
That someday I surely will

I raise my glass
Before the fast
I raise my glass
Before the last
I raise my glass
To all my lovers
To all those known
And undercover

I toast the days
We never had
I toast dear friends
That now lay dead
I toast the mystery
Of all our lives
And to the Big one
That lays ahead

I will miss the
Moon and stars
I will miss the
Muscle cars
I will miss
Nary a war
That claimed the youths
Who've passed through
Heaven's door

So I raise my glass
To all our health
So raise your glass
Be blessed in wealth
So raise our glass
'fore the clock
Strikes the twelfth
Before our time
Is no more

I've got friends in all the wrong places

They leave me up canoe creek without the power to propel

There was no criminal intent

Just simple criminals unintentionally

We were posted to the almost most wanted list

But no one was concerned
No one discerned

Only that we are not allowed stay
But migrate we must to do

So the pride of the pride roared like a mouse

And the meek inherited
the sins of the father

Of mice , men and lions
up canoe creek with the eye of the tiger on them

. . . with no propulsion

When life offers you lemons ask instead for limes
Rather than making lemonade you can make Margaritas instead

It was a song
A funeral song
Boom-Boom-Boom-pause-Boom-Boom

It wasn't for fun
but just in case
Their time on Earth
was nothing but debasing

This was no taut-song
Not for or because
of the masses
It was beating dead mules
with more than multiple lashes

All of the princes
and their King
bring pain , confusion
and suffering

Long not for the king
For he is a walking disaster

The strategic opportunity to make decisive decissions
that define the moment we call time .

You are growing
changing with the times
Your past no longer pleases you

You need to reach out
to new heights
of exceptionalism

Be not content
with who you are
but who you can be

If you are ever reaching out
you are constantly letting go

"My drops of tears I will turn to sparks of fire !" William Shakespeare - Henry the VIII , act two , scene IV .

I'm
mixing alcohol . . .
with silver tears of fear

While ,
I'm looking back
on all the agony
of my years

Whose
demise . . .
is now drawing nye

I dream of being Pheonix
with . . .
red plumage and desire
to be
consumed
by the tears I have set on fire

So . . .
let me pour another drink
and
rake the coals of my bier

While waiting on the
flames to appear

So I can
set my teardrops
on fire

I'm a box inside a circle
A straight line twists out
Good time to say something about the color of purple

Who said disco is dead
It's just standing on one leg inside its grave
on a coffin made of lead

So you say you are a widow after I met your husband

Whatever makes you happy
is sure to make you fall

Consider this
Consider all

Is there any difference ?

Left to cross
your state of Maine
Mile upon mile
of New York dames

Looking to where
I've been gone
The fade away to
the end of the song

She had
a Wyoming smile
A casual easy
up opened style

I was Delawarian determined
No my ancestors were
never German

I railed across the rose of Texas
On to more expensive , exotic places

I was deeply burned and brutally browned
by Death's Valley namesake crown

Got as close to smell the salt
But the no show Pacific
was all of my fault

I turned and went east with the gusty west winds
Across the purple mountain's majestic bends

Down from the Pikes
to the highest plains
Got soaked in Kansas by Colorado's rain

Across the seas swelling in motion
cresting in golden grains an ocean

Then I crossed the truest continental divide
That ole man river on a Chevy Impala I drived

But once full of Tennessee whiskey
I had no direction that fate would kick me

I once thought Florida held the Keys
But the state no longer has any bounds on me

Soon I was running
fast out of land
I was looking for a place
to make a last stand

I ran out luck
before the gas
Came to a stop on Maryland's grass

So I've been up , over , and beyond the past
Here's where I raise the flag up half mast

(You said I was full of sin)
I said I was full of crime

(So somehow you have changed over time)
I replied I am still of my kind

Like lightning in sky
Thunder up high
I am determined
someday to die

(Why?)

I will not hold on to sunsets anymore
There came a time to open and one now to shut the door

I no longer ask for any more
I have more than the nothing I need

I wish you agreed

The almost winter trails
brown leaves
littering the ground
All the birds gone
and nary a sound
I think I will call it a
'Haiku'

As the fingers of my soul ,

reach up to be entwined . . .
their thoughts surpassed ;
be driven . . . boundless to
the layers of my mind

I lay hold of the untouchables
I trial but cannot bind

The light flickers on and off
while spirits shout . . .

"It's time ! It's time ! It's time !"

The page ,
wet in rage .

Soaked ,
in pain ,
cloaked .

Confined ,
torn ,
truth unkind

Dismal
bleak ,
so visual

The tears ,
rejection ,
fears .

line ,
after line ,

the fruition
of time ,

the thoughts
unconformed ,

nerves frazzeled
worn . . .

Goodnight love
until we
write again .

I'm ever reaching up
For what I cannot touch

Waiting for the seas of reasoning
To reach the beaches of understanding

I'm ever raising my voices
Asking about the consequences of my choices

Seeking a positive direction
The words I see and their interpretations

I'm always on a limited scale
Not to be unbalanced or I will fail

Not to stumble over in the dark
From the mistakes when I missed the mark

I will keep reaching up
Though I keep missing the cup

For I know when comes the day
It will be handed to me and told to come in and stay

As fleeting
as the flash of the firefly
Fast enough
to steal your breath
before you even realize
A never ending desire
to see it
over and over again
Makes up your dreams
in the middle of the night
. . . .  to flame !

Trombone bones
don't make a poem
Funny that you ask

I wonder why or what
made you cry
Now I have to ask

"The bones are
then laid bare
upon the Sands of Time
and sun bleached pure"

"We hang by threads
until we cut
the rope of life that binds"

Then the funeral proceeds
down the street
Clairenets , trumpets
and trombones

Life is a chance
a game of dice

Won't you roll the bones
with me

God shows he can be flesh and blood as one of us
just to show that we can be incarnated spiritually from the ashes and dust .

Were I in Beirut
A peninsularity of sand water . . . and time

Were I to cross the street to  Rue Monnot or cruise Hamra . . .

The air vibes incessantly .
The faces intrigue
The scents taunt and make my imaginations swirl

Laughter , chatter and comebacks in a language I don't understand

The feelings real , tangible
as the sunsets of their dreams

I wandered through the years
Avoided all the tracks
with cracks
Jumped the puddles of tears
Left the lost lips
the smiles
hugs and goodbye dears
and the one too many beers
Now I embrace
October's chill and shine
where all leaves change
and glow
I softly kiss the sun
and walk hand and hand
glowing in its grace
There is the gentle assurance that good days will be few
But I will pirouette on my good knee
with outstretched arms
(that tend to disagree)
and shout to Heaven
with unrestrained glee

If one is the loneliest number
Then one in October
and I make two

Their mouths
are drooping prophets

Who've left their
salad days

Now speak in smooth
stone words

that will never
come to be

For the days
of war , famine
and pestilence

leaves one sitting
on the fence

and death
Will surely fall
to the bereft

without a course
of recompence

You stand there
as astonished

You didn't believe
the speech

When out fell the
smooth stones

of ultimate defeat

All those brightly painted ghost
that won't disappear
Plastered with bumper stickers marking down the individual year
With slow sighs of tyrannosaurus Rex's heavy heaving heartbeats
******* on airs of extinction
"Remember me ! ",
pleads Rex
I look at the bones
that remain
"Sure I will , Rex .
Why not ?"

I weave no webs around your thoughts
I throw no swine before the pearls you've bought

As long as love's kiss is to prevail
One must abide before the gates of Hell

To taste the glory of the rain
One must be careful of lightning's pain

Or listen to the thunderous
roar
And the hail's rattlin' at your door

Should you live or choose to die
There will always be a bluer sky

We all dangle from the ropes of trees
Then comes the collector of all our fees

None come ready with stout desire
All are uncertain except the liars

You've got to wet your whistle
to blow your horn

The darkest hour comes
when there is no dawn

The wild wild west
is found downtown

If you've come to the end of the road
turn around

Don't shoot the messenger
or you will send the wrong message

Always in the midst of uncertain ceremonies

Like the pine pitch of indecission would burn down the forest of promises

The sparks remained  
warmth of heart
But the distance of time
suffocated the chance of flames

From birth to death
From last kiss
to all it's delays
          
. . . some day never came

The office of Physical Death is next to the Office of Eternal Life .

It just takes a few steps and you are there .

Those who have little to be proud about
Are proud about that fact .

Ivory teeth of history
Bite down on reality

(Mouthing lies
whipping posts
brutal assualts)

They are drowning
in lemonade lines
(queued for eternity)

(Waddle Waddle)
. . . the words
are disected
in prophecy

Variants of
Peking Duck
. . . quackery !

I find no comfort in my joy
No relief in the row I ***

It seems that all has been taken
From every day I know

I'm not saying I feel Moses
Who gave up on all he had

To lead his people's promise
To the edge of being glad

It is as if it has been taken
Since the day that I was born

That leads my soul to be shaking
So thread bare worn , soiled and torn

Those whose open palms are waiting
Whose angry scorn reveals

Over hot coals my life they're raking
So happy that they squeal

In time they will crush me
Grind my bones into the dust

But they will be soon to follow
Sometimes life will turn out just

You shoulder the everything
of the nothingness
trapped now in the air

All of the mole hill mountains that you stumble over
saying that you care

The identations of life
that you so carelessly
plunged deeply back into

A sentence in the book of life
ignored returns
intent on haunting you

A toxic attitude
that has aged in the bottles
of our time

In turning to
it's never
what you find . . .

A finite year it was
now better left behind

Poets
who have
there
poems
taken away
are doomed
to
rewrite them !

A likeness of truth has shadows . Lies one can see through .

I am the well ,
a fountain of life
a satiator of thirst
for hollow souls

I am the winds of change
that brings the destruction
that makes way for the
coming new age

I am the promise
on the tongue of salvation
that liberates the persecuted

I am the words
that will last forever
long after the sun grows dark
and the moon and stars disappear

I am the joy of the
steadfast
whose faith are the eyes
that sees into the soul of creation

I am what you may think
But I am not your vision
to be judged or to be destroyed

My promise is rooted in faith , patience and grace . There are no shadows standing in the light of truth

Word pressed being
burnt in bone
Barking words
seeking home

Irrepressible
strength of force
Heart denying
none of course

Casing out the wasteland
The roads from nowhere
within oneself that encircles the maze of our minds

Bending thoughts to delight the prism of light into displays suitable for emotional joy or anguish

Where once there was nothing but innocence of childhood we've replaced the concept with the corruption of truth , lost unto our ways , devoid of life now or to come .

We lay our passions at our feet
Then step over them in defeat

I remember all the best
deep when in my midnight's rest

Now I remember the warm moist kiss
that brings tears to my aged dry eyes

I remember riding bicycles under October's cloudy skies

Knowing now there's no answers to all my whys

Now there is no chance
No turning back
No need be looking back for just a glance
Because you won't be there

So the memories have been written off the page
But the recovery has all been staged
Turn your head and say
to the ghosts of another day . . .

   "I wish you well ."

Just as when we were
all so naive in our wildest dreams
We never thought or stopped to learn how to grieve

Now all I can say . . .

       "I wish you well."

My mental ☆Astronauts☆ . . . take walks in outer space where they become buzzed by lightyears of galaxies left dangling on the edge of the event horizon to my black hole Sun's despair

In the silent bleakness
Stripped limbs down to bare
The harsh fingers cold as ice
where only a fool would dare

I feel the cold
gripping at my heart
I feel the chilling effects
leaving frozen parts

I yell out a hearty welcome
It's not to late I say
For inside my barren body
have your icy way

I feel your anticipation
Your frozen breath upon my face
Soon the numbing brings on
a fateful day of grace

The days have past
when I would kiss a lass

When it comes to drink I now pass

No longer dare I to hold a
hand
Nor will I run
Nor make a stand

I'm an old ruffled grouse of a Pheonix







Lying/Laying on my bed of cold ashes


just waiting on a spark of some kind  .

It's all there on the front page
Our vain glory has all been staged
We never lost a war
just snuck out the back door
How was it white man's destiny became a red man's leprosy
How this nation was built upon the backs
Of those whip slinging ******* jacks
And where all men are created equal except for women and blacks and latino children
After all God bless America
as long as your white
a good republican , rich or not too bright
There are cracks in its mighty walls
The rebar so corrupted there has to be a great fall
So this drive by history
is an aged metal band
Deep in their seventies
their heads in the sand

Born on the rivèr
Raised in desert dunes
Rolled in yellow flowers
of Cascadian blooms

Never a stop
for very long
Before I was rolling
on and on


Fought the storms
Gulf of Mexico
Splintered the hearts
and masks
as winds would blow

The way of words
Two words to say
Coming or going
It doesn't matter
anyway

Silence . . .
like a candle glows
In it's  warmth
leaves an afterglow

Fog my brother
wise
allows the future
to disguise

Dusk in  
minutes
of dreams  
realizes it must release  everything

It's not a love song
It's not a long song
It's not . . .

The Phoenix
rises . . .
spitting out ashes
desires
and destinations
over and over and over again

I've tried to outrun my shadow
Found I could only hide from it in the dark
But I tended to stumble over my sins there
and wound up hurting myself