Sometimes love is like
catching the wind in a jar
or the water in a sieve
it just doesn't stay
no matter how hard
we try
.........................................

Am I in vtach, or afib
either way its not right
my ventricles are out of whack
since you left last night

the pain of loss has ripped it out
it lies upon the floor
its beats slowly subside
since you walked out the door

if it is to heal
this will be no surgical scar
more like a chainsaw
that cut me near and far

coronary *****
so strong, yet so frail
on a depressed ocean
it now has set sail

If food was simply meant to be fuel
then why are there so many flavors
so people say eat to live
these people do not enjoy life
though they probably live longer

I say live to eat
experience the tastes
salty and sweet
umami too
bitter and ****
try them all

Textures and Temperatures vary
crisp or mushy
cold or hot
stringy, or cubed
liquids or solids
or even terrines

Fruits and vegetables
grains and flowers
leaves and roots
fish, fowl, or ruminant
feet, hooves, or fins
again I say let us eat

Fresh or fermented
brewed or aged
all so different
Experience them

Eat, Drink and be Merry

With my claw hammer
I pry out the label
releasing the love
that is trapped in side

I crack the hard shell
created by the
crassness of others
with lies and deceit

With a brush of my hand
and the press of my lips
I sweep away the remnants
and release the angel beneath

Stepping into the light
emotions renewed
ready to try love
with no labels

We walk the knifes edge every day,
a balancing act that threatens
to cut us apart, down the middle
one side lunacy, the other sanity.

The fun and most exciting of us,
sit on the edge and dangle our feet
off the side of lunacy.
Wondering how far we can scoot before we fall?

syncing sinus rhythms
atrial-ventricle connections
hear the drumming beats
in our passions heat.

The changing tides fling me around,
all I hear are ocean sounds,
churning and changing my direction,
mostly against my discretion.

The here and now is often lost
in tomorrows hopes and dreams
c'est la vie, that we lead
though carpe diem is what we need

Is today simply a prelude
of what may be ahead
or should we live it to its fullest
or waste it planning instead

Mesmerized by swirling lights,
kaleidoscopic colors flash,
reflections of silvered mirrors
simply add to the confusion.

Lurking clowns with orange hair,
crawl amongst the shadows,
waiting in ambush,
armed with terrifying laughter.

Slippery slides and trap doors,
lead to fearful passageways,
a labyrinth of neon trees,
roamed by purple minotaurs.

Helixes of pink and yellow,
spin baffling the mind,
tables and chairs on the floor,
but we walk upon the ceiling.

Jets of air blast through the floor,
surprising and delighting,
and suddenly the door opens,
and real life rushes in.

Wasting your life,
looking for perfection,
is like hunting for snipe,
with the wrong directions.

Under Full moon and naked,
in the neches river bottom,
I searched and called,
but never caught 'em.

Cause as you know,
they can smell your clothes,
and they only hunt in moonlight,
walking on six toes.

Can't use a flashlight,
cause they'll see you coming,
can't use a net
they will hear it humming.

No matter what you do,
or the rules you follow,
it just doesn't exist,
this truth is hollow.

Out in the country,
back in the sticks,
the bonfire is smokin'
and so are the chicks.

Keg in a trashcan,
floating on ice,
in the back of a truck,
guys rolling dice.

Yellow Solo cups,
as the stars shine bright,
Eric Church is blasting,
Jack Daniels kicked my *** last night.

Glow sticks float all over the pond,
clothing is optional as people jump in,
the night just heated up,
who knows how this ends.

Naked chicken fights,
girls on guys shoulders,
this party is smokin',
as the bonfire smolders.

Pallets thrown on,
to light up the show,
and it's one to see,
as Flo-rida sings low.

after the flames
and a little time and rain
the greenest bit of earth
emerges

Looters on its heels,
destruction as it goes,
death and devastation,
in its storm surge flow.

Darkness drips in dollops
spreading behind things
stretching out long
as sun light gets short

Crickets and poor will
hold the suns hand
and sing
it's nightly exit song

Moon rise casts another kind
black as pitch
but with silvery edges
sensationally ominous

Accompanied by the sound
of a lone coyotes
mournful drawn out
hooooowwwwwllllll

Motion now
quick movements
so fast you question
whether you see anything

Pulsating shadows
creep eerily
as the moon
transits the sky

Stars twinkle happily
in stark contrast
to the fear
of the night

Transforming shadows
in the minds eye
to bony hands
and apparitions of a dangerous man

There she sits,
with eyes that see,
the things to be,
but costs a fee,
nothing is free.

The answer key,
resides in me,
the future, no longer a mystery.
Godly advice,
awaits delivery.

Simple questions asked,
always taken to task.
cryptic answers provided,
interpretations divided.

Highest authority, at the stone temple pilot site.
Pytho hides,
whispered secrets, divinely lied.
scribed from sky moon tides,
certified spirit guides, leave the naive mystified.

Priestess words at Delphi,
suggestions, from on high,
simply meant to deceive,
from hints hidden up her sleeve.

Silently bleed and plead, from Apollo's creed.
Greek, kings to vagrants seek to critique.
now all believe, in prophecies.
societies deceived, by deity mythology,
from B.C. to A.D.

Upon its back, we ride,
into the books of history,
all of this, it takes in stride,
for it, there is no mystery.
Slithering through the sands of time,
but of it retaining no memory,
simply drawing an unstoppable line,
continuing on to infinity.

****** wars and droughts and famine,
like the hands of a clock continues,
we like to stop and examine,
but it goes on as its muscles stretch and sinew.
Political changes and new regimes,
trapped in the past as the times fuze,
through all the ****** and the schemes
all of this it simply eschews.

Is this the worm of fate,
or simply that of time,
we can love or hate,
be just or enjoy crime.
No matter what we choose,
we ride it anyway,
to the future, we ooze,
there is no escape.

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.

Water gun full of tequila
another filled with lime,
bug shooter full of salt,
open your mouth it'll be fine.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Shooting out drinks,
talking and mingling,
my face went numb,
and my hands are tingling.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Active shooters come round again,
victims with mouths open wide,
the night goes on they begin to fall,
see them on the day's other side.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

frozen feelings coalesced
icicled emotions hang
waiting for the sun or wind
that she can be

to thaw them
or shear them
to drop and shatter
into infinity

her warming soul
but frigid nature
keeps my seasons
changing

her fiery beauty
heats me up
and she walks away
tilting axis, changing weather

Ancient memories
transport me
to another place, different time,
alternate existence, simply sublime.

Through the winter's mist,
darkened by fires smoke,
emergence by grace,
the green of spring in my heart.

Crested blue jay,
perched upon the branch,
above the crystal snow,
feathers ruffled in the wind.

Longing for the new shoots of spring,
pushing up through the melting snow,
and announcing that life shall go on.

The wind and rain begin,
beware of flash floods,
snowmelt from above, dangerous,
brings needed moisture.

Colors spread on horizons,
like flavors of jam,
depending on the day and clouds,
determines sunset's taste.

The rain, an aphrodisiac,
droplets magnifying beauty,
moisture igniting lust,
but unable to quench the flame.

Cypress branches hang solemnly
in the early morning stillness,
I feel the polar opposite,
I know the knees of the trees
hold bass and crappie
which I am here to catch.

With Texas rigged worms
and with feather-tipped jigs,
I grin with glee at the still water
and make my first cast,
waiting and salivating
with excited anticipation.

The boat glides silently,
trolling motor directed,
ultralight rod, orange and white bobber,
red and chartreuse jig ready,
wrist flick sends a ballistic arcing bait.

Landing 4 inches from the cypress knee
the bobber never stops at the surface,
sinking quickly, I lift the rod, and line runs,
reeling quickly, to prevent tangling,
I boat a sixteen-inch white crappie,
hopefully one of many.

Creatures lurk and slink
the mists allow movement unseen
finding a spot to wait
to ambush and to seal there fate

Billowing clouds glow
as they seep out of the black water
the temperature begins to drop
hairs on the back of my neck raise

Footsteps head this direction
in the leaf litter and mud
and then stop
the silence is complete

The view turns to black
and my senses heighten
as the moonless night
and fear engulf the swamp

Nights gossamer gown now burned away,
I sit and look across a field of hay,
in the distance, deer now feed,
I wonder where this day will lead.

The coffee with its own cream clouds,
fuel, the thoughts of screaming crowds,
but for now, I am here alone,
sitting on my back porch throne.

Creatures blooming from the mind
crawl into this dimension
under the guise of teddy bears
hiding under beds
biding their time
waiting for their moment
to destroy

The witch will please your every need
as long as you're her slave
on your soul she needs to feed
run before an early grave

Your acid injected
I am digested
fed upon by your need
until I am no more.

Scars are the lessons
to be healed, but not fully
to remind us to be better
or try it a different way
next time

Perception is reality
even if it is a formality
living lies inside your head
blindfolded until your dead.

The sound of the scream
faded away
the searchers gave up the next day
Now just remembered in hopes and dreams

All sins have consequence
are you ready for the expense
I hope you have credit built
or you must deal with the guilt

The shadows on the wall
from the sun going down
My flying mind stalls
nose dives toward the ground

Mind shadows cross my field of view
like bodachs headed for souls to chew
I shake my head to clear them out
restart my engine with a mental shout

The lights come on and I fly away
to fight the shadows another day
its dark outside, out come the stars
gray matter dreams of living on mars.

Shadows shaken for a time
off to someone else for mental crime
they will be back once more
but for now I have won the war

Rattlesnakes crawl under mesquites,
leaflets wiggle in the wind,
wild turkeys call in the distance,
bringing me back again and again.

The baa of sheep and the bovine bellows,
as evening falls, crickets chime in,
low fire crackles, for the sound more than heat,
hoping that the weekend won't end.

Bobwhites call in fading light,
nighthawks and whippoorwills also speak,
eighteen wheels whine in the distance,
reality into my world just leaked.

Coyotes call as jackrabbits run,
the final darkness has blanketed light,
the stars all shine, not a cloud blows by,
on the central Texas springtime night.

The greenish eyes peer, down wild and free,
something stares from shadows, high in the tree,
hello there Alice, you nearly trippped and fell,
a black iguana grins, hanging down from his tail.

Of course I did she said, you gave me quite a fright,
a chuckle and he said, come closer and I'll bite.
gleaming razored smile, looks strangely like a frown,
but it tends to do that when it's owners upside down.

Alice stands her ground, her danger bell has rung,
suddenly she is wrapped up in a pink and slimy tongue,
with a muscular pull, she is reeled in like a fish,
but instead of biting, iguana gives a kiss and a wish.

To help you on your way I offer you this gift,
when you decide to use it, I'll appear through a rift,
a hole in space and time burrowed there by me,
and I'm just almost certain, that your wish will to be freed.

So Alice go about your business, and know I'll see you soon,
and beware of the flowers, three days from now at noon,
If you call me then, well it just won't be right,
but you won't again as your arms off will I bite.

Like an elevator rising, he disappeared into the tree,
Alice was amazed that she still walked free,
but her memory was burning, what was that he said,
I hope that I remember, or I fear I might be dead.

Birth to words
Syllable siblings
A family affair

I ride upon an eagles back,
feathers whooshing in the wind,
diving toward the mirrored lake,
Yellow talons extended for fish.

Diving deep into the ocean,
down into the abyssal trench,
searching for Architeuthis,
I swim with the blue whale,

From limb to limb swinging,
under emerald green canopy,
my Gibbon host stops for juicy fruit,
rain forest views Tarzan style.

We lie in wait just eyes showing,
among the sawgrass we hide,
Everglades water warmed but the sun,
alligator senses tuned to a deer.

Gliding through the desert sand,
one s curve after another,
following a viper pheremone trails,
suddenly tied in knots as we mate.

White fur on white snow we can not be seen,
large strides and large feet, only tracks left,
Himalayan winds whip climbers hi viz jackets,
we watch, and walk by, a movement on peripheral vision.

Gasping, I awaken in a pool of sweat,
tent fly slowly ***** in the breeze,
red glowing embers smoke nearby,
I go back to sleep.

We have no prime directive
We assimilate or enslave
Have driven many races
Right into their graves

Hyperspeed and wormholes
Allow us to explore
Looking for races
Already at war

We thrive on their fear
Psychic energy abounds
We help with both destruction
And run them into the ground

Asteroid launchers
Photon torpedos
Even rays and waves
That destroys their libido

You cannot run
You cannot hide
You cannot defeat
We stand, grinning snide

The empire is part of us
So are the hutts
The empire is our muscle
We let them kick their butts

We span all the universes
And dominate them all
You may call us
The ever lasting thrall

A universe to travel
within your eyes
lost within your cosmos
I am but a traveler

Searching
for the love
that lives
within your soul

Looking for the things
inside
that only you
could make whole

Growth and love
inspired by another
feed off the energy combined
glowing like the sun
off you and I

Black-eyed Susan
in the roadside growth
a splash of color to the weeds

Swirling colors combine
to form some art it is divine
many hours, lost in time
to create things, visually sublime

Sparked Imagination
hidden behind a lock
searching for the key
but sometimes
you just have to knock.

Two sides of the same coin
sun and shadow
one produces both
light and dark
quite the paradox

Plans have been made
Rooms have been booked
The boat is finally ready
Start tying on hooks

The guys are excited
Will see them all soon
Port O'Connor get ready
Were gonna fish your lagoon

Also your bays
And maybe your jetties
Maybe the surf
Flounder gigging, get ready

Speedometer says 90,
on the dark back road,
West Texas desert,
wild seeds about to be sowed.

Koe Wetzel, sings on,
as the radio plays,
pull into the bar ditch,
for the next phase.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Her bra on the mirror,
******* thrown in the floor,
blue jeans tossed out the window,
and ready for more.

Exploring each other,
like wild stallions stampede,
all of our passion is,
fast and buried.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Jack Daniels from the bottle,
as the stars shine up outside,
we saddle up
for another quick ride.

Red and Blue lights speed by,
she gives out a gasp,
they pass on by,
I mash down the gas.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

We gather it all up,
and get out of here,
gravel flies,
as I jam it in gear.

Back on the highway,
Aaron Watson, he sings,
we drive from the sunrise,
see what this day brings.

It blows through the desert
with nothing to divert
Like a deer running wild
Or a wild rambunctious child

Like a breath in and out
the power in a water spout
Tornado's engine makes it run
the leaves run with it just for fun

It has a name
and you know its game
To chap, chafe and burn
you have felt it spurn

Your attempts to tame
are all in vain
But live through, you must
or it will make you feel trussed

The name is ventus ictus
You cannot restrict us.

Texas border, El Paso,
I-10 and a ways to go,
just stopped and filled the tank,
grabbed some food and a drink.

Should be good for a while,
need to make three hundred miles,
next stop, where the grass turns green,
somewhere the other side of Abeline.

Adding 10 to my trip,
taking the left-hand split,
where the interstates divide,
from ten to twenty I take in stride.

Reach down and crank the radio,
the next exit is for Cisco,
quick pit stop, cashier with a frown,
let's head on to ol' cow town.

Passing through onto big D,
Dodging traffic hoping to be free,
as the drives begins to wear
First Monday, Canton, just up there.

As prairie lands give way to trees
and big cities are behind me,
Lindale and Tyler's exits
not far now to make a Texit.

Getting close now Shreveport bound,
there a hotel so I can lay down,
Ranging Texas far and wide
made it across I smile with pride.

Cheating, lies, and politics,
assaults, rapes, and pain inflict,
swept under the rug for money's sake,
how much more can we all take?

Performance enhancing or recreation,
this likely leads to evil flirtation,
testosterone on the loose,
leads to believe they are like Zeus.

The laws seem to not apply,
as the paychecks climb to the sky,
worshipped by fans that refuse to see,
they are but men like you and me.

Paid to play while we work,
then its ok for them to be jerks,
I think its time for us to all quit,
what would they do if we all split?

The ******* Virus
also known as Cranial Rectitis
be careful out there in the world
the ******* virus around us swirls.

It makes you ask and do stupid things
not you, but other people feel the sting
it makes you need to be babysat
other people can’t stand that.

It’s infectious and it’s spreading
everyone has been exposed I’m dreading
in some of us it sits dormant in our brain
out of nowhere or under strain
your job or life you can not contain.

Other people have it chronic
might as well have the plague bubonic
these people can never take care of anything
they can't even follow a path of string.

Ask dumb questions, can't do their job
basically they are a worthless blob
cannot make a call or use email
just gives everyone 6 kinds of hell.

They understand nothing and what’s worse
it makes the people around them curse
sadly there is no definite cure
no way to make one’s self be pure.

The best you can hope for is a bit of a lull
KY jelly around your neck and PULL
with a pop Cranial Rectitis cured
by this time people want you skewered.

Sadly the cure never lasts
and you devolve, just like the past
wearing protection does no good
it is not transmitted by wood
or fluids, or plastic or glass
it’s caused when your own head goes up your ***.

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.

Watch out for hawks
out on the stalk
looking for the meek
ready to prey upon the weak

Piranhas walk on two feet
looking for fear in those they meet
searching for those to exploit
at this they are quite adroit

Darkness reigns as night falls,
the sounds change hushed now,
secrets from the day reveal themselves,
pinpricks of starlight attract the eye.

Movement in the periphery,
disappears when looked for,
imagined creatures and demons,
move along with the actual evil.

Silence, a blanket covering,
ripped open by the coyotes,
their howls create a flight response,
though they are further away than they sound.

Campfire light flares,
sending the night oozing for shadows,
the flickering fire creating it's own
dancing creatures, just outside the ring of light.

Gravel crunches on the road,
as headlight eyes peer ahead,
disappearing around the curve,
leaving red lights and wondering who is roaming the night.

Glowing eyes appear,
tapetum reflections of gold,
jack rabbit ears raise,
as it skirts the fire light.

I close my eyes and drift to sleep,
tent fly open to the sky,
when my eyes open again,
the sun greets me with morning.

Looking for a port of call
a slot in a marina stall
park my boat
and as it floats

I will walk
and find a talk
with someone who is new
share a meal, something to chew

discover myself in their eyes
destroy all my selfish lies
understand that I am me
just look, anyone can see

So no more will I hide
on my boat, for long rides
Now my boat will be shared
on afternoons, with those that care

Carry me caravan, take me away
I quickly outran, so I could escape
to the crystal ship that's being filled with
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time

On board and safely to sea
the sunset is something to see
girls and drinks and gambling
don't mean that much to me
cause my soul is deviling

The one I love, I left on land
I am sure she walks the sand
of the beach looking out to sea
I hear her heart calling out to me
How I long to hold her hand

But for now I must lay low
the years, I'm sure, will go by slow
Perhaps she will wait for me
or maybe come and look for me
I love her, I hope she knows

At sorrows depth
I sat and wept
heart as if concrete
I sank complete

Into the melancholy
though pure folly
to wallow the mire
of a funeral pyre

Life simply must go
continue to flow
so I get to my feet
and say never retreat

Moving ahead with life
away from pain and strife
always remember, but there I cannot live
I go on, with so much more to give.

Two souls mixed
like ingredients in a blender,
stirred, mixed and shaken,
blended into something new,
spilled, just a puddle on the floor.

Poured from one vessel to another,
the flavors shared,
lips licking and tongues lapping,
experiences, transverse the divide,
a distance no longer, now bridged.

Free flowing emotions,
writhe, toss, turn and shift,
senses heightened and dulled,
dichotomies entertwining,
a drunken free for all,
trapped in a pistoning stimulant.

Smells and flavors scent the air,
spills drip here and there,
sticky reminders of,
how messy this can be,
cleaning it up, and relieving the memory.

Night creatures on the prowl,
stalking their prey in silvered moonlight,
from above wings flap and eyes glow,
searching for mice and shrews.

Through tall grass and into the
plowed fields, slinking close to the ground,
flattened and oozing through mountain filtered
cool air, the tomcat searches for a meal.

Behind a dam
emotions reservoir
their river has been trapped
due to pride or manliness

Sadness bottled up
anger, netted
love, expressed
but not to its full depth

Sinking slowly behind
the confines of his tears
his thoughts render
him helpless

So does the
burning bridges of
fears enacted by
masquerade's of his peers

Drowning now
in pent up tears
the dam needs to break
but does he dare

Staring at the vacant abyss
imitating stored feelings
not really knowing but,
pretending to care

Outflow of tears and emotion
obliterating the view of self,
washing away the wall
is he renewed or destroyed ?

Roosters and swampy leaches,
always attacking the Georgia peaches,
darkened chasms oozing stench,
trying to control the velvet trench.

Leering eyes stare out at mountains,
saliva drools, like Trevi fountain,
imaginations in overdrive,
thinking about creating lives.

In the sty, squealing lies,
as the fairer fire fries,
in the grease, they exuded,
and the things, which they alluded.

I survived the ferryman,
swindled him out of the ride,
I simply used against him,
his own ego and his pride.

Upon this island now,
I see a lighthouse standing,
the keeper is inside,
I hear is quite demanding.

Though his house is unsturdy,
it's foundation made of chalk,
he sways with the waves,
impressive is his walk.

Pegasus waits patiently
on the swaying deck,
the waves begin to build,
the lighthouse they will wreck.

I climb the stairs and see the man,
waiting there for me,
dressed in robes and sandals,
quite a sight to see.

He says come with me,
and mounts the horse,
his wings spread out wide,
the lighthouse begins to crumble
but I decline to ride.

I jump into the air,
expecting to drown and die,
but I'm given no choice,
as dangling, I now fly.

A strong hand grips my collar,
as the water and land, slide by below,
I ask where we are going,
he says no need to know.

Tapestries of time hang on memoried walls,
snippets remembered repetitively,
most happy, some profoundly sad,
woven together the good and the bad.

The crystal palace through her eyes,
a happy place but dangers lurk,
tread lightly, lest you break her heart,
tears start falling as the avalanche starts.

On her lips, I taste yesterday,
when we were young and dumb,
before life starts taking it bit by bit,
then one day you feel its hit.

The vision goes, and you start to sag,
aches and pains, and other ills,
but through it all, I see my love,
thankfully sent to me by God above.