not one in a hundred million swimmers reaches the egg

seeds fare only little better it seems

save one which landed in just the right warm cow droppings in my pasture

took root, fought its way through
two wars, too many dread droughts to count,
a fire that took a third my herd
and a hired hand,
the passing of my wife,
and some numbered portion of my life

under a harvest moon,
black armed and brittle, it still stands, stardust reincarnated
times infinity

more than once I took axe to field
but its execution was always stayed

now the tool's too heavy to swing;
the blade blunted by time

and this night, I can see its shadows on silver ground, receding silently in lunar light, preparing for a dawn the mesquite will greet, with or without me

The world can be a cold and dark place. Whispering winds of change force us on into an uncertain future. We struggle to maintain a strong sense of identity, but so many loose themselves in the crowed, and their potential is losses to the desire to conform.
phew, lucky for me I don't know how to conform. Being a nerd has its advantages sometimes.

I know you can stimulate me with your hands
that's easy....:)
Now I want to see what you can do to my mind
Let's have a stimulating conversation
****** me with your words
Tease me with some ****** poetry
Sing to me a song from your heart
Tell me what you want to do to me....
Be VERY descriptive
Take your time with me ~let it last a little longer
The bond between us will only grow stronger

As I walk through the graveled paths
When the stinging stones speak to me
Of the pain ****** on trampling feet
I see you in the unlit alleys of my memory

As the wind blows from a covert hide out
Twisting and shaking the branches of trees
Causing them to break and fly off the trunk
I see you in the torn pages of my life’s tome

As I listen to the song of lone birds
And their doleful notes fall in my ears
I am jolted out of my bohemian ways
And feel a plaintive tone floating to me

Wandering along the sprawling beach
As I hear the roar of waves
And when a humdrum of voices fills me
I hear your voice distinct like the beat of my heart

Like the pain at a needle point that shall always be
Like an intruder nudging to steal the inner space
Like the small tremors after a fateful seismic quake
I now know that in me you stay like sleeping fury

Even when I walked away from you
You stubbornly stuck to me
Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin
Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off!

The battle was brave
but today is the day
when the heart will falter.
There will be no tomorrows,
and all previous echoes,
each individual iteration,
each past person
who stood hurting
but still struggled
will lay this heavy burden
down to rest.

******* up
on a rocket ship,
send me fast
on my final
fatal trip,
skip this ****,
tip your waitress,
and let me leave this
graceless existence.

How fresh the fields
of pain I feel
has yielded fruits
bitter to the tongue
and slowly rotting.

The devil resides on a fence post,
covered in honeysuckle and black berry vines
Across the dirt road in front of my house
He squats there,
atop that post
With his beautiful grin and blue eyes
He has demples when he smiles,
and hair the colour of hay
His voice,
is that of silken sin
Offering up a drunkenness that the finest of whiskys can't give
He drowns me in satin,
posing promises never kept
He bruises peaches,
and feeds on flames
Beckoning my flesh,
with the sharpest of silver blades~A

It is nighttime.
The stars glimmer
in **** near
infinite distances and
directions,
sending out
static signals
that we may never hear,
emitting light,
we get to see
long after
they are deceased.
I would give you these
burning things.
I would send you safe
sparkling dreams
of space travels
and grand adventures.
If my hand could stretch
beyond the horizon
of a black hole
I would reach out
into the gravity field
and gift you
the unknown.
For a small smile
or merely the hope
that one day
past your pain
you will laugh again
and find sweet dreams
I would give you eternity.
But for now
all I have is poetry.
So, I give you the heart
of my words,
they are yours
to do with as you please.

what you wont
******
an apology or somethin's
chip on you's should'a all's
I see's
looks like your brown teef
no one's taut ye' to brush 'em?
and yo' mama ain't in the mood
to do lawndries
next thin's
yo' gon' be
all up 'n
me faces
prof sizing

takin' God's name
makin' his words
fit your visions

Some kind a flag ya' got there
that stood for
a bunch of racist traiters
dude

bold cross red blue and white
almost like
our countries

I think you's a bit
jell'us ins'cure
like at
least gradiate
third grade
next year