Her body's curves,
excite my passion,
riling up my heat.

At one with the,
slithering coils and,
serpentine dreams,

Inspiration found in her treasure,
sensations send me higher.

Flowing thoughts delve deep,
into a well of lust,
never to see the bottom,
every emotion belongs to her.

The government rarely solves a problem across the board,
usually, robs Peter to pay Paul and all of his hoard,
solutions for one are problems for others,
some feelings are hurt, creativity smothered.

Over and over, freedoms are taken,
can't say that here, safe spaces they're making,
appropriated cultures cause some folks to cry,
media manipulations for control in disguise.

There just is no stop to government growth,
they don't even pretend to uphold their oath,
royalty created where none was to be,
and they look down their noses at you and at me.

Promise us things they just can't complete,
dumb down our knowledge so we cannot compete,
simply print money, so it has no worth,
Julian Assange their secrets unearthed.

But we do nothing, just follow the herd,
lemmings to slaughter, they gave us their word,
to make it better, but for them not us,
completed their task with minimal fuss.

So just get ready, there is always more,
regulations aplenty to make us poor,
to take what we make for the greater good,
till we uprise and I wish we would.

I find solace in the shadows
the darkness calms my nerves
the coolness reduces the burn
of life's pains and the sun

Other creatures lurk here
some evil, some subhuman
others slither or skitter
nocturnal things in the day

Still, there are times
in the darkest corners
red eyes glow
and bifurcated tails swish

Creeping critters
with low pitched growl
stay just out of sight
blurs in the peripheral vision

The there is the chair
the one I sit in
next to the cooler
in my trees shadow shade

Shadowed darkness
laser beam of light
reveals spinning
dust motes of thought
in the corner of my mind

Locked away
usually inaccessible
but always growing
pressure building
volcanic flowing

The muse appears
with a key or a tap
sometimes a stream
other times an eruption
of words on the screen

Steaming thoughts escape
in verse and rhyme
as ashes of thoughts
coalesce into ideas
and usually just in time

The softest and lightest words
spoken from the heart
carry the most weight

Wasted words
on paper or screen
some with meaning
others simply empty
should have been saved
for another time

Fear
reflected in words
thrown at others
mirroring
our pain

A poets words
worth more posthumously
which is sad
I have lots of words
and worth every penny

Fear, horror, all trapped in words on the page,
thankfully the monster is stuck there
and not free to roam with rage

Words trapped
stopping the heart
as the pen is prevented
from spilling emotion
resulting in death.

Confused emotion,
these feelings inside of me,
enthralled by her lust.

Mesmerizing motions,
as hips sway,
ponytail potions,
as ribbons play.

A piece of mind,
gone astray,
watching her,
walk away.

Cemetery trees
oozing brown leaves
the mournful wind
cries over the sins.

My guide in black
face like a heart attack
leads the way with her wand
toward a green bubbling pond.

Here we sit in a hollow log
watching for movement across the bog
strange creatures, come to drink
zombies, and monsters, slither and slink


Here's our prey, and she points a bent finger
a mistake for this creature to linger
once a man, still on two feet
Now something you'd not want to meet.

Part scorpion, and pig, scales like a snake
she motions for me to aim and to take
Cross hairs align, the safety is cleared
I pull the trigger, in her eye I see a tear.

As he goes down, her facade dissolves
with his memories death, she is absolved
a beautiful woman, emerges and grins
the scenery changes as her hearts on the mend.

Lost in space,
in your arms,
as comets trail.

Asteroids crash,
as stars go nova,
your sun shines on me.

Memory seared,
with thoughts of eyes,
burning into my soul.

Wishes voiced,
but never come true,
as she walks away.

I watch her sway,
into the distance,
but I cannot shake.

The piercing eyes,
molten stare,
of one I wish was mine.

Darkness consumes,
my mortal coil,
soul lost completely in the toil.

Stars twinkle,
red, white, orange and green,
but all I see are the blue ones .

As I float alone,
weightless, with no path,
through the universe.

Thrown over my shoulder,
dissolved into my past,
crystalline stones,
no longer season my future.

Opinions and decisions
drawn on life's experiences.
lead each down our own path.
sometimes requiring introspection,
and examination of our own,
inner demons.

Entrenched history,
paints the future,
but you can change the hue.

Cooler is chiming with Corona bottles,
as I pull back on the speeding boat's throttle.
sliding up on to the white beach sand,
the party will be here, on this island.

Everything's unloaded, and BBQ's lit,
pork **** and pineapple, spin on the spit,
seasoned achiote paste, garlic, and lime,
corn tortillas will be warm, and just in time.

Generator running, as the blender spins,
margaritas slushy, icy liquid sin.
limes are ready, cut and in a bowl,
looks like we are about ready to roll.

Beach volleyball set, net up and marked,
other boats arriving, anchored or parked.
the smell of sunscreen, coconut flavored,
tropical breeze is something to savor.

Bob Marley sings out the "Three Little Birds",
from out of the speakers, I mouth the words.
bikini clad women dance on the beach,
all of the world's problems seem out of reach.

Green water and white foam as I look out,
jet skis go by with a rooster tail spout.
the sky is blue, with a few fluffy clouds,
the sun, a golden ball, shining down proud.

A football is tossed, by guys covered with sweat
some girls at the bar, with their t-shirts wet.
whooping and hollering, the party heats up.
I just keep on, filling up their cups.

Entangled conversations,
hearts and minds align.
energetic interjections
send shivers up my spine.

Synced up synapses,
stimulate my flow.
from within,
I begin to feel a glow.

Shared laughter,
whispered feelings,
pressed lips,
have me reeling.

Time spent together,
mental fusion forming,
I am enamored
as feelings are warming,

Touching my brain,
I am aroused.
penetrating friction,
my love now espoused.

Finally physically touching,
we become complete.
souls, bodies and minds, entangled,
we are now replete.

Wrapped in flannel and denim,
against the winter's cold.
hot chocolate kisses
burn hotter than the fire.

goosebumps rise,
and not just from the temperature.
hands search, as stairs climbed,
and the door is opened.

slow tug on
the zipper's slider head,
the sound of each tooth
coming apart,
exciting things contained within.

trembling fingers,
undo buttons,
silky wrappings,
beneath denim and cloth.

the color of flesh
and sprinkled freckles,
in stark contrast
to foam green trimmed white lace.

like sliding bows off boxes,
early Christmas morn.
revealing the gifts,
now given early.

tickets for two,
to new adventures,
treasures to taste,
experiences of pleasure.

manna from heaven,
within the folds,
and excitement,
as I climb the peaks.

warmth and wind,
suction and friction,
sensations ignite,
as pulses rise.

new places and heights,
reached and explored,
bliss tasted, and felt,
on Christmas Eve.

The pack on the move,
through crystalline snow.
silent foot steps fall.
a hush over the land.

Not a cloud overhead,
to shroud Luna's light.
moon shadows sparkle,
where paws have trod.

Trees  howl from the wind,
answered in unison,
by the pack,
a sad, forlorn noise.

Trees shed their load,
from the sound,
snow crunches,
as the howl fades.

Silvered eyes glow,
moving as one,
following a scent,
of pumping blood.

Steam rises,
nostrils breath,
bedded down deer,
surrounded,

In the mornings twilight,
red streaks on white snow,
will be erased,
by suns rays.

Mirrored personalities,
visible to none,
seen in the silvered pane,
all of them create the one.

The lover and the fighter.
the dreamer, and the realist.
the angel and the demon.
the solid and the mist.

We are all made up,
of several selves.
some we let out,
others, always shelved

Children's memories,
reexamined as an adult;
do not hold the same wonder,
but you long for those days.

The world is a crazy, rotten place.
you must find the light within yourself,
or perhaps another, that can light yours.

Just be you,
one of a few,
who don't follow the crowd,
live your life and proud.

The beginnings of confidence,
must come from within yourself.
usually, it is verified by others to grow.
but the first seeds must be planted, by you.

On the path,
there are stairs.
these are the easy climbs.

Other times, simply sheer cliffs,
that must be scaled,
despite the preparation.

The final bell tolls,
we knock on the gate.
St. Peter you there?
we await our fate.

Sandy footprints,
the only trace,
on the road,
of the human race.

That time will erase,
with the wind that blows,
and each rain drop that falls,
as time ever flows.

A river of pain,
trapped by a dam of pride.
fear of the unknown,
scared of the future.

What if's
terrifying,
anxiety, climbing,
questions?

But afraid of answers,
worries,
create other
problems.

A piercing of the dam,
by anything emotional,
leaking eyes, escaping fears,
one tear at a time.

Breaking free
from monotony,
of being controlled,
no longer patrolled.

Razored strings,
life now in full swing,
on my own
to cast my stone.

To the winds,
I shall mend,
or to the lake,
I leave a wake.

I will be fine,
decisions are mine,
no one controls,
now I'm whole.

Puppeteer fades,
in review shades,
I'm in high gear,
and have no fear.

December night, as it falls
burying colored lights,
a surreal landscape,
lit from underneath.

A strange land imagined
under the windblown drifts,
red and green and silver *****
encased in a sea of white.

Asynchronous chaos,
as flakes stick to windows,
lost in their pattern,
a maze to be solved.

Gathered in bowls
from outside,
maple syrup or vanilla,
make winters treat.

Hot chocolate steams
from mugs in hands,
we sit watching out the window,
covered in blankets.

Marshmallows floating,
matching world, outside,
falling and falling,
live snow globe, shaken.

Draw inhalations
and breathe out rings,
as the bobber floats,
patiently waiting.

A swig from the flask,
against the mornings cool,
a bullfrog sings from the bank,
and the smell of lake mud.

Childhood memories
swirl up from the past,
triggered by location,
tastes, sounds and smell.

The cork is ****** under,
I set the hook,
and reel in just one more,
memory to be stored and savored.

nocturnal creatures prowl,
slit pupils, dilated, watch,
tapetum reflecting ambient light,
circadian rhythms lost.

hands reach out,
darkness blinds,
fingers find things,
can you identify?

clicks and pops,
echolocation.
a skill,
undeveloped.

moonless night,
cloud-covered,
complete blackness,
like sackcloth.

pure fear encased,
soundless as well,
sensory deprivation,
panic attack.

running, running,
walls, banged,
glass broken,
tree branches scratch.

or is it claws
and teeth attacking,
blood dripping from cuts,
marking an unseen path.

Red solo cups,
sodas and *****,
white elephant gifts,
appetizers to choose.

Christmas shirts,
decorations and lights,
friends have all gathered,
for a fun night.

Pallet bonfire,
jokes and songs,
laughter and grinning,
doesn't take long.

A few shots taken,
and passed around,
Ric Flair's woo!!
is the party sound.

Silly games played,
and lots of stories told,
some heard before,
but they never get old.

With the stars over head,
and the moon shining bright,
everybody heads home,
from a hell of a night.

The night oozes through the window,
as my thoughts turn to fear,
PC game has my mind running,
in overdrive gear.

Coalescing shadows,
empowered by lightning,
the thunder is booming,
this night is frightening.

Evil drops,
from gelatinous form,
as the phantasm looms there,
intense as the storm.

Over my shoulder,
I feel a stare,
I turn and look,
lightning flashes, nobody is there.

Back to my screen,
I still feel a presence,
don't want to look,
what makes up its essence?

The storm blowing passed,
lessening lightning and sounds,
evil is leaving,
no longer around?

Warm island's breeze,
sets us in motion,
rhythmic swinging,
next to the ocean.

Alone on the beach,
beneath palm trees,
red sunset sky,
as the clouds blow by.

Hand in hand,
hammock sways,
my hand's search,
her body does amaze.

Passionate kisses,
bikini strings untied,
hammock swings wildly,
as we enjoy the ride,

Waves crash in time,
as our symphony plays,
tangled crescendos,
at the end of the day.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but from words I run and hide.
microaggressions and slights felt,
In my safe space, I want to cry.

I stick my fingers in my ears,
and say la-la-la-la-la,
if I start to feel offense,
I can not see, through another's lens.

My opinions and ideas,
I cannot justify,
because it's right,
is always my reply.

I cannot tolerate anything,
outside of my beliefs,
if I don't agree with you,
I'm calling the ACLU.

Whining and crying,
my skin is so thin,
I am pure in heart and mind,
contrary to me is full of sin.

Gravel roads and a pickup truck,
windows down and the radio up.
Cooler full, back in the bed,
sandwich stuff and a loaf of bread.

Special spot behind some gates,
every time we come, tempting fate,
but the fishing here is beyond good,
three owners ago said we could.

Lifelong friends,
casting jigs and worms,
drinking beer,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
as days keep amassing,
just doing, a little trespassing.

A few years later, a special girl,
the one I want, to rule my world.
looking for the perfect spot,
I have got a question to pop.

Icy blue eyes, enough to freeze,
her red hair blowing in the breeze,
cast out her pole, and tell her to wait,
reel it on in, something got your bait.

What's this hung, on your line?
A diamond ring, **** its fine.
Down on one knee, in the country,
waiting for an answer, will she, won't she.

Lifelong love
casting jigs and worms,
making love,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
no days surpassing
Just doing, a little trespassing.

Years of work and some kids,
money in my pocket, a gift to give.
down the road a for sale sign,
I think it's time to make it mine.

So many memories made here
cast and reel, and drinking beer,
special times and making love,
I sure have been, blessed by god above.

Take the family out, with fishing rods,
headed over, to our favorite spot,
it's been raining, hope we don't get stuck
down back roads, in a pickup truck.

Family is out,
casting jigs and worms,
catching some dinner,
as evening comes.
staying out of trouble,
no laws bypassing,
no need for more, trespassing

Love came and went,
simply wrong,
I'm sure it can happen,
I see others going strong.

A wild spirit,
roaming free,
someone is out there,
just for me.

While my belief has dwindled,
and the world is harsh,
somehow I keep,
a magic spark.

I am open,
and hope one day,
that I can find,
a love to stay.

Emotionally drained
by the heartache and pain,
she chose another,
now my heart barely flutters.

But there is an opening
deep down inside,
where love can fit in,
though I hurt inside.

A bit of magical spark
that keeps hope alive,
to heal and move on,
in spite of my pride.

My search continues
as I soldier on,
mending my heart,
will not be withdrawn.

Pick up the pieces,
of my shattered heart,
adventures are out there,
my journey restarts.

Perhaps the song lyrics are right,
looking for love in all the wrong places,
is how I may have been,
so I'll take my cards and hope for aces.

Fate, deal me a queen,
and I'll place my bets,
will I win this time,
I just don't know yet.

But I'll play the game,
one hand at a time,
looking and searching,
for one to be mine

She slowly destroyed me,
beginning with love,
that faded like the sun,
at the end of the day.

Wounded and healed,
at the same time,
by loves bullet,
shot into my heart,
by her smile.

Serrated teeth,
bite ferociously,
into skin and flesh,
sharpened silver flashes.

Scarlet drops start,
followed by pumping spray,
a fountain of life,
slowly empties

Lifeless and floating,
in the barren sea,
until I bumped into,
your life ring.

Your love resuscitated,
me back to breathing and life,
healed all the damage,
sustained over time.

Sweater stretched tight,
skirt just a fit,
we look at her,
and just bite our lips.

Tight little package,
we'd love to unwrap,
but she's not our gift,
so we'll leave it at that.

Each day an adventure,
to see her wardrobe,
some days she leaves us,
about to explode.

Enhancements and tats,
leave us a drool,
we sit and imagine,
her at the pool.

We appreciate the show,
the office her runway,
and her attitude and mouth,
always makes it a fun day.

Lost in pain
from the strain
as time goes by
the years do fly

Smiling moon in disguise
I see fur if I blur my eyes,
I hear riddles and hear a purr,
most of it completely absurd.

Talk of jabberwoks and of queens,
some of it borderline crazy obscene,
philosophy spouted and spewed to annoy,
sheer nonsense has been employed.

Guiding me where I shouldn't go,
I accuse, but says it isn't so,
changing colors all the while,
the cat's smile, does beguile.

Let's have tea with crazy folks,
chew your crumpet so you don't choke,
ignore the mouse and the hare,
don't breathe the chemicals in the air.

Paranoid thoughts, from mad hatter,
look the whole place is  tattered,
appearing cat  evaporating,
still spewing nonsense, exasperating.

Aggravating those in charge,
he does know how to live it l large,
crazy people are the best,
because reality rules the rest.

Fiddle faddle flee and fum,
Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum,
hookah pipes and caterpillars,
****** cat leads us on a thriller.

Helping those he put in danger,
this is why you don't talk to strangers,
losing his head in the end,
or will his whole body mend?

Sticky fingers on panes of glass,
no sliding down to bust my ***,
waiting for the bugs to take flight,
will eat them all through the night.

So happy, I may sing a song,
chirp, chirp, chirp, its not to long,
with my tongue, I'll feast all night,
or at least until you turn off the light.

As the sun hides behind the moon,
the noon light is suddenly removed,
night-time creatures come out,
and the daylighters hide.

In the midday darkness,
amongst the circadian confusion,
my thoughts clear,
the dark and light combine.

Love and hate,
free will and fate,
all become clear,
there is a plan.

No one knows what it is,
in the land of the noontime darkness,
nothing is revealed,
just confirmation that we know little.

Beautiful white Datura opens,
it matches the full moons glow,
both can be deadly, poisonous,
one from the night's creatures,
the other if ingested.

The smell of turpentine
as the needles poke me,
underfoot and overhead,
greens and brown surround me.

The lush carpet barely makes a sound
as the needles interwoven flex,
an occasional cone sits on the ground,
a glob of sap sparkles in the sun.

scary clowns
makeup streaming
in acid rain
laughter screaming

the barista grins
writes boss on the cup
a cure for running late

nightmare injections
stainless steel teeth
bite the gray matter

healing and cooling tears
aloe vera for my soul
which eventually heals.

silhouetted sunlight
speaks to me
grasshopper second hand

green wing teal fly by
underneath a clear blue sky
hunters stand ready

Freedom isn't always free,
a prisoner you become of yourself,
loneliness as steel cage bars,
looking for a friend with a key.

In the silence find solace,
as it rarely lasts,
people come and go in this life,
find happiness where possible.

Grab hold of bits of light,
like catching fireflies glowing,
fleeting are the best days,
enjoy them while you can.

On the other days,
use them to know yourself,
to get thoughts in order,
and write your feelings.

These days, when looking back,
archived and stored,
in rhyme and verse,
may be great in hindsight.

Tumbleweeds ease by,
as daylight draws dim,
the evening breeze weakening,
in the oil fields of the west.

The pump jacks speak,
as the flares burn,
igniting excess fumes,
and lighting the night as if day.

Jackrabbits wander and roam,
as rattlesnakes slither into dens,
the occasional bat swoops by,
trying to dodge the Nighthawks.

The oil trucks never stop,
the back roads ever busy,
a covey of blue quail
take it all in stride.

In this life there is rhythm and blues
every body has to pay their dues,
so find your solace where you can,
cause in then end, your just human.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

Harmonica starts sounding, like a train,
clack, clack, of tracks and whistle insane
music and tunes, in my simple brain
rhythm and flow keeps me sane.

The spark of my engine plugs
start a never ending feed
*****, meds, and drugs
not just a bit always exceed.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

*** and lies as the music plays
in one place I never stay
riding on Ozzy's train, crazee,
I got problems just like Jay-z.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

Failed

Got a pile of spent brass all around me,
verbal bullets fired way too free,
little things pull my trigger fast,
no wonder my relationships never last.

That bridge has burned
that ship has sailed
this bird has flown
at being friends, I have failed

Quick to anger and to cast blame
later on I always feel ashamed,
can't say I'm sorry, way to proud
wish my mouth wouldn't shout, out  that loud.

Never learned to let some things go
all my opinions I just let flow,
don't care to much what others think,
that's why I'm alone, while I sip this drink.

That bridge has burned
that ship has sailed
this bird has flown
at being friends, I have failed

Now I'm picking up brass, but won't reload,
thinking about apologies that I owe,
to all of you I never meant to be mean
but in a mirror, myself, I have seen.

That bridge has burned
that ship has sailed
this bird has flown
at being friends, I have failed.

Where coyotes run and bobcats prowl,
back in the woods hear the growl,
enough to scare most people away,
but this is where I love to play.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Cooler in the shade under a tree,
dressed in camo wild and free,
roaming down where the creek runs,
watching for snakes and shooting guns.

Chopping down wood for a campfire,
picking it up avoiding green brier,
thorns so sharp they'll tear your shirt,
the crows start singing in concert.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Later on when the stars appear,
up above me the sky is clear,
the fire crackles and pops out a song,
completely relaxed where I belong.

Hanging in my hammock hear the creek talk,
in the distance, screams the night hawk,
closing my eyes and drifting to sleep,
no need to pray for my soul to keep.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Way out in the woods, nobody here,
no better place to just drink a beer.

Girls laying out,
a sight you can't forget,
oily and shiny,
see the beads of sweat.

Laying on her stomach,
she's not trying to hide,
Confederate bikini,
strings untied.

Hair *******,
she gives it a shake,
decides it's hot,
takes a dip in the lake.

Glad I'm from the south,
all hail that flag,
swaying her hips,
with so much swag.

Rubbing on lotion
that SPF thirty,
a smile and a wink,
she's feeling flirty.

I hold up a glass,
full of margarita,
she sashays over,
one hot seniorita.

Sun freckled face
breaks out in a smile,
gives me a kiss,
that drives me wild.

Reach down into
the crevasse of yourself,
find all of your fears,
and put them on a shelf.

Close the doors
and lock them away,
to be truly free,
this is the way.

Climb back to the surface
of your unbound soul,
go forward now,
you have taken control.

You have now tamed,
the beast that lives within,
and can do those things,
be comfortable in your skin