Have you ever had a thought
That you've thought about a lot

That bounces around inside your mind
Takes its own sweet savory time

Gets tossed off by a breeze
Like a dust storm from a sneeze

When the thought you had begin
Is blown off by the wind

Then pops back into your brain
At some unknown later date

But before it can stagnate
It plans another great escape

Waiting for that breeze
Or at least another sneeze

Where it once again
Is blown off by the wind

Hello Mom, I'm lost here in IKEA
It's been fun but I may never see you again
They say the arrows point the way
but they've been pointing the way for days
Swedish Meatballs, the only saving grace there is

In the linen section, I've been circling for hours
Waiting for landing instructions from the tower
As big as this place there has to be a runway
In a fog, quickly running  out of power

At a later date, I finally make my way
At the seventh gate, I see Dante wave
As he's pouring over plans assembling a pair of white nightstands
I'll come back and check on him in a few days

In housewares, there are too many cooks in the kitchen
I look around and see something here is missing
The main ingredient, food...still waiting for those meatballs dude
In that special sauce that does more for a man than just glisten

I should have known the way the front door ****** me in
I'd never see my family and friends again
As I wander through the halls of prefab furniture at low cost
My days of sanity are quickly drawing to an end
And even with IKEA's plans, I'll never be put back together again

Down along the coast of my soul
As beaten and battered as it is
I feel I have little control
And it won't be long till there's nothing left

As the pounding waves of humanity
Slowly wash it away piece by piece
Pulling sanity's sand from my shore
Depositing it into the deep

Down along the coast of my soul
How much more can one person give
Treading water out of control
Until I feel there's nothing left

He is just a poet
Too many years now to count
Occupies time by setting to rhyme
All the words his pen pours out

Seems there's a never ending stream
Of words that freely flow
From the end of his pen into this poet's hand
That never once will let him go

Blowing with ease this poetic breeze
Seldom seen but often felt
This man that's just a poet
Too many years now to count

why do they call it a sneeze
when it's clearly achoo
or call you a nut
when you have a loose *****
they say do not speak
unless spoken to
i sometimes don't
but most often do

why does a mosquito buzz
when it comes in for a bite
why does light always rhyme
with the darkness of night
if they've had enough
they say go fly a kite
why is the cut off for cats
stop at nine lives

why if the world spins so fast
we don't all fly off
why does the doctor go there
then asks you to cough
why does your age mostly show
to those but not you
why is the grass green
why is the sky blue

are the sun and the moon
the best of good friends
do they stay up late nights
after we've long gone to bed
and who's in charge of the sugar plums
that dance in my head
that have gone to my hips
that are making me fat

just a few things
i ponder in life
the over and under
the may and just might
the good and the bad
the wrong and the write
the wondrous blunders
as I plunder through life

Slipping and sliding
Back into the past
Foolishly buying
All the foolishness they've said

Stacking me against you
Pitting you against me
Does it hurt to stretch the truth
If the lie is so easy

Keeping us under lock and key
Mental Slavery

Under their thumbs
We're being kept
Simple pawns
In their game of chess

We take them at their word
This herd of talking heads
As we rely on every line
That we're being fed

Keeping us under lock and key
Mental Slavery

With the slightest of resistance
We feel we should fight back
But at our own insistence
It's ambition that we lack

So we follow along the path
Eyes closed to reality
Turning us against each other
Makes it hard to see

Keeping us under lock and key
Mental Slavery

the day that he was born
held tightly to the cord
pulled himself back in
had heard about the world

said i'm not sure i'm ready
for this crazy social scene
i'll just stay here holding steady
till something better comes to me

evidently here it's very clear
inside the warmth of the womb
is a safer place for restful days
than this world of ****** tunes

Out of all the colors of the spectrum
Used to brighten up your day
Wishing you would have kept them
As the blues come out to play

With life, they dive in deep
Taking yellows, mixing greens
Spin the wheel whichever way
The blues will never fade

Out of all the colors of the spectrum
Every high and every low
The brightest ones, you wish you'd kept them
As they're the ones you miss the most

How many times have you lost count
With the ups and downs, the ins and outs
Which makes you even more afraid
The blues will never fade

Out of all the colors of the spectrum
One or two will simplify your life
Make it easier if you let them
But you must spin the wheel to find

Afraid to swirl the colors
Adding one into another
If you don't who is to blame
The blues will never fade

i want what you have got
because you have what i have not
and as an afterthought
you also want what i have got

never are we satisfied
with what we're given in this life
when all we think of all the time
is i want your's and you want mine

you want what i have got
because i have what you have not
and as an afterthought
i also want what you have got

No one knows what she really looks like
Without all her makeup on
Once she applied the first coat of beautify
She never once thought of taking it off

She just continually adds to the layers
Off the color wheel from which she gleens
Comes in an array of colors
From the 70's through the new millennium

Even her own mother would not recognize her
If she ever decided to come clean
A la natural in spite of it all
This Maybelline beauty queen

She never fell into a little dab will do ya
But far less than any glob fest
She lets her fingers do the walking as her makeup does the talking
Never once giving her face a rest

Never could guess how old she is
As she expertly fills in the lines
Every crevis and crack from forehead to neck
A little heavy-handed at times
Till even she doesn't know what she looks like

Okay...

I've just finished another masterpiece
I go and hit submit
This shouldn't take very long now
Before the comments come rushing in

Okay...

It's been a couple minutes now
And I haven't gotten one
Is there anybody awake at this time
Can't they see what it is I've done

1) Do you think that they still like me?

2) Do they even know I'm here?!

3) Did I post my poem at the right time?!!

4) Did I make the writing clear?!!!

5) Could the site be on the blink?!!!!

6) Are the worlds computers down?!!!!!

7) Did I miss the second coming?!!!!!!

8) Is there anyone around?!!!!!!!!

         ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!  

Okay...

I'll check it once again
Is this the third or thirtieth time
My mind can not comprehend it
Are all these people blind

Okay...

Now I'm on the check it 30 second cycle
It's a crazy loop I'm spinning in
Pretty sure I wouldn't be here though
If someone would please comment

I ain't much on schooling
To get my lessons learned
When it comes to education
I get mine from working dirt

It's taught me everything I know
Every straight line every curve I ***
From heaven's gates to down below
Mixed with highs, stired with lows

From all that life has thrown at me
Here catch, it's your turn
No matter dry or muddy
I can tell you now that dirt don't hurt

It's taught me everything I know
Every straight line every curve I ***
From heaven's gates to down below
Mixed with highs, stired with lows

An outdoor education
Teaches true and strong life's course
Only way you can explain it
Is by out there working dirt

As I step through the door
Of my office - Doughnuts Galore
Mildred from behind the counter nods her head at me

I come here every day for a few
Jelly doughnuts and nasty brew
Looking for the perfect job that keeps eluding me

I again pick up the daily rag
Scouring the classified ads
Hoping to find something interesting I see

My bladder lets lose
At the greatest of news
In Black and White Bold Type face do I read

Wanted lead guitarist in
An up and coming Air Rock Band
Mildred comes and picks me up off the floor

I went and applied for the job
And with a wink and a nod
They said your exactly what we're looking for

We practice day and night
Hitting all the notes right
Till our Air Rock Band was ready for tour

The crowds we all wowed
As we brought down every house
In venues we played up and down the Eastern shore

From top forty pop
To industrial techno rock
There wasn't a song we couldn't toast

We even threw a few polkas in
Sounding sweeter than sin
Cause Brian the drummer likes polka the most

We finally hit the big time
When we went nation wide
The Greatest Air Rock Band the worlds ever known

But as fast as we went to the top
That's just as fast as we dropped
Dead air was all you heard from us on the radio

I'm afraid to tell myself you left me
Afraid what will happen when I do
That I'll fall apart starting with my heart
When I finally tell myself the truth

That I never treated you the way I should
And through all this I'm the one to blame
Holding off as long as I can knowing I'm bound to break down
When what I fear I hear me say

We both know I've not been the strong one
Me always the one in need
Not sure what I will do when I finally blurt out the truth
Afraid to tell myself that you've left me

Cherish the time
Set it to memory
Burn it into your soul
For it soon will be gone
As these sands of time
Pour out so quickly
Faster than we know
Leaving a hole
We're all waiting in line
With father times keeping
Life's ladder folds
At its choice of footholds
Cherish the time
Celebrate it freely
Ready, set, go
We're all going home

The answer is Love

To every question
Between a mother and child
To every suggestion
Brought on by a grandparents smile

The answer is Love

In the proposal
Asking for a life partners hand
To the young couple
Building castles in the sand

The answer is Love

In the open
Where there's nothing to hide
In the heart that is hoping
It'll all work out in time

The answer is Love

When a father
Disciplines a child
When a husband or wife
Go the extra mile

The answer is Love

When tears
In a passing are wept
In the years
Where a promise is kept

The answer is Love

Not out of duty
But a pleasure whenever it's done
In the beauty
That comes from a simple hug

The answer is Love

All of this just so happened
With the saying of one simple phrase
"Beam me up Scotty"
Was all The Captain had said

But all that came aboard
Was Captain Kirk's toupee
Never did they see James again
After that fateful day

Now Captain Kirk's toupee
Is the one that's running the ship
Barking out its orders
From where the Captain once sat

It's little wonder the toupee and the crew
Don't see eye to eye
As it continues throughout its screaming
Can't you see I need more warp drive

With Scotty hollering back
I'm giving her all that's she's got
Thinking the whole time the Captain's toupee
Would make a good galley mop

Spock while all this is happening
Struggles to keep a straight face
Which is really hard for a Vulcan to do
When dealing with a demanding toupee

Of course like James T. Kirk
His toupee has a thing for alien gals
Which leaves the ladies throughout the galaxy
All with a bad taste and hair in their mouths

And not to mention the trouble with the Klingon's
Now they have no idea what to say
How in the world do you wage war
When your arch enemy is a bad toupee

It's little surprise this all lead to a mutiny
Of the Starship Enterprise crew
The day they grabbed the toupee
And ran to the transporter room

They all wondered what took them so long
The idea it was so blatantly simple
As they beamed away Kirk's toupee
Down to the surface of the Planet of Tribble's

She's the rhythm to the reason
The good idea that bites
The joy in every season
The will inside the might

The punctuation mark that takes the heart
And won't leave it alone
She is every poem that I have ever known

She's the newness to the beginning
The turned up edge of every grin
The sound that's in the laughter
Springs fragrance on the wind

The kindness that helps to bind us
Heart to heart and soul to soul
She is every poem that I have ever known

She's the hope that's found in happiness
The footnote at the end
The idea that can't get by on less
The ear that's here to lend

The inkling in the keeping
That drives it all back home
She is every poem that I have ever known

It all started off innocent enough
To take a slight edge off the pain
Some days seem worse than others
So you take a few more I'm afraid

Before too long the battle is gone
You don't dare go back to the doctor
So you take to the streets to meet demanding needs
With no option of over the counter

As all addictions do they stop working for you
And eventually bite like an ungrateful dog
The only reason you know is your friends tell you so
In your shipwreck of a drug laden fog

You try and think back on the life you once had
Before you first swallowed this hell
But with a mind that's not clear to point you anywhere
Your past is too far back to tell

You pray for normalcy but never down on your knees
Afraid that you might get what you wish
Not sure you could let go the only comfort you know
In this cruel world of hit and miss

Still if you could go back you'd jump at the chance
To not have given your soul away
In the form of a pill that doesn't care what it steals
Leaving behind death in its wake

Welcome to the School of Gossip
Where you'll learn to ruin lives
Passing around what little you know
Not caring if it's lies

We'll teach you the art of digging deeper
How to squeeze out all the latest info
Given to you by third parties
Adding what you wish as you go

Learn to draw the listener in
Starting  conversations with
"Did you hear about" is a favorite
Or "You're  not going to believe this"

There's an advanced course in "When you make someone cry"
Playing the part of an innocent friend
Having a listening ear and a shoulder nearby
Getting juicy tid bits and adding your spin

We have the highest graduation rate
Of any school in town
Make something up about us, tell all your friends
Just make sure you pass it around

just beneath the surface
i have all these knots
some are tied with purpose
others only passing thoughts

both can be a burden
twisted ends all frayed
just beneath the surface
where these knots get in the way

there is no need
to read this poem
it doesn't have
a lot going on

in no way does it
dive in deep
or keep you on
the edge of your seat

nor lends itself to
a sultry tune
where it speaks of
life's doom and gloom

this poem will not
start a blaze
with anything
it has to say

it's not here
to make you think
you'll forget it all
by the time you leave

this poem you really
need not read
because this poem
doesn't say anything

Often people ask me
What it is I do
Poet of the times
Purveyor of the truth

Peeling back the onion skin
Carving at the rhyme
Pouring drinks of imagery
Squeezing out the line

Taking out the sickle
Knocking down the weeds
Till I uncover the beauty of
Hidden treasures underneath

Often people ask me
What it is I see
In the ink of illusion
Known as poetry

I say the line of work I'm in
Suits this poet fine
Where so often I catch myself
Working overtime

One day my feet
Said follow me
You do the walking
I'll do the lead
We'll make our way
Cross country
From point A
To point B

So I took my shoes
And tied them tight
As my feet moved
From left to right
On our way to be
Cross countryfied
In for the time
Of our lives

We moved along the coast
Up and down
Weaved as we sowed
In and out
From city to city
Town to town
The best of the West
North, East, and South

Met all kinds of people
Color, creed
They look like you
They act like me
We're all the same
I do believe
All across
This great country

From East to West
North and South
City to city
Town to town
Along the coast
Up and down
Weaved as we sowed
In and out

After all this
At their bequest
I took my feet
In my hands
And roamed back home
To give them a rest
Can't wait to see
What they say next

yesterday
needs today
to make its way
into the past
to have its say
that it's okay
with yesterday
as today
looks forward to
tomorrow
to leave behind
the sorrow
that was today
in its wake
to become
yesterday

At this moment
What are you doing
Are you winning
Or are you losing
Precious minutes
Here for your choosing
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
Are you loving
Those that have done
For you nothing
For the blessings
To keep coming
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
What are you giving
And when you give it
Do you mean it
And do you make sure
That they see it
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
Do you own it
Everything that
You've right or wronged it
If you right it, do you flaunt it
If you wrong it, do you hide it
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
They are watching
They are finding
What you are hiding
The truth is binding
There's no denying
The legacy you'll leave behind

I pushed the red button
The one that said don't push the red button
And ended up on the other side
Of something out of nothing

I was in another world
Another space and time
Where I appeared to see what looked like me
As I, me, and mine all intertwined

My guess is this is the universe
If I ever had my doubts
Parallel as far as I can tell
Or somewhere there about

When suddenly I walked up to me
Mono to Mono, Man to Man
Since I am me and he is me
Should we hug or just shake hands

That's when I asked myself to dinner
Where we had a pleasant time
I found out through all of this
That I'm a pretty likable guy

He as me picked up the tab
And me as he paid for the tip
As I insisted through all of this
That I'd get all of it

We talked about what I enjoyed
And much to my surprise
Everything it is I like
So do I

As we were both eating our just deserts
This info happened about by chance
That this wasn't at all a parallel universe
But the Southern most tip of France

I was wondering while I was out with myself
Why he was speaking French
Now that I think about it
It all makes perfectly good sense...

I'd like to take this moment
While I'm here to thank the world
The opportunity it's afforded me
In the breaking of life's mold
From the youngest age of tenderness
To the aching bones of old no less
From everything that I have seen
I'd like to thank the world

~

If it's even listening
I'd like to thank the world
From past and present history
With the lies that have been told
To what stands out in front of me
What little is left that I can see
From the way it bites to the way I bleed
I'd like to thank the world

~

For continually knocking me off at the knees
I'd like to thank the world
For keeping me up with the latest disease
I'd like to thank the world
As I take this time to toss in my lot
With all my have's and my have not's
For everything I haven't got
I'd like to thank the world

~

For every promise that's been lost
I'd like to thank the world
For daily punches in the gut
And the pain that that's unfurled
From the beginning to the end
The way it drives me round the bend
With the sorrow that it gives
I'd like to thank the world

Everywhere I go
My rear is there for me
To give comfort when I sit
Should I decide to bend my knees

I take my wife's advice
And keep my cheeks pinched tight
So everywhere I go
My brains don't spill out on the floor

Everybody loves me
At least that's what they say
Only if they knew me
Their minds they may change

I am not who they think
I am most the time
If they really knew me
They may change their minds

Untold I hold the secret
Of what I'm really like
I won't let go, I'll keep it
Or they may change their minds

Everybody loves me
Cause I don't give away
Too much of me
As I'm afraid their minds may change

I'm learning so much these days
Social mediating my way through life
Like how to get away with things that I say
Which most times aren't very nice

It's really not that big of a secret
Anyone can join in on the fun
Just throw an LOL! on the end my friend
And you can insult most anyone

For example, you're the worst person in the world LOL!
Simple enough...see what I mean?
As you let the truth fly the wise in their own eyes Have no idea of what they've just seen

So let's all try this together
Everyone line up single file
Wait! You call that a line?! Are you people out of your minds?!?
Do you all have beans for brains? LOL!

I think you all now get what I'm saying
I think I explained it rather well
Unless your all just a bunch of dim witted Neanderthals
Oh I almost forgot.....LOL!

It may not be my biz
But I think a lot about this
How come people aren't happy
With the way their life is

Always out gazing
At the other side
While the other side
Gazes at mine

Never really happy
With our place in life
Same goes for those
On the other side

Like I said before this
It may not be my biz
But I really do think
An awful lot about this

Why do we judge from the outside in
As if that has to do
With the fact, the way we act
When our looks don't give a clue

You could be a crook with the best of looks
In a three piece suit
Or a millionaire with unkept hair
In a line for soup

We need to realize it's the eyes
That so often decieve
And from the start look with the heart
If we're to truly see

And not bat our eyes at the outside
But instead look deep within
After all a person's soul
Is not made up of skin

You need to find another route girl
Another way to get around
There's got to be a different detour
Instead of always running across my mind

You've worn down a beaten path girl
With your constant back and forth
All this litter above my shoulders
Chances are that it's yours

You need to find a different road girl
Another place to spend your time
Pull up a Google map girl
Instead of always running across my mind

woke up today
and knew right away
i needed a happy meal

one to toss down
to wipe off this frown
happy to help me deal

as some days for sure
can be rather coarse
before you even step outside

the perfect meal
of happy to deal
with the unhappy part in life

We stood on this side of the fence
Two boys just biding our time
There was a job that had to be done
That job lay on the other side

I brought the pick ax and shovel
Bobby the tarp and the twine
We synchronized our watches
Both read a quarter past nine

With the fence now far behind us
We used the cloak of the night
To reach our destination
Behold, such a heavenly sight

So as not to wear ourselves out
We both shared in the work
While one kept steady watch
The other was shoveling dirt

Bobby was the first one to hear it
That glorious heart throbbing THUD
Both of us working the tarp
We rolled our jolly friend up

Wondering if we'd made a mistake
As sirens and flood lights filled the night
For regrets sake it's much to late
In our rear view the Memphis sky line

The moment we pulled into the drive
There was a great sigh of relief
A job that was well done
The King smiles from the back seat

Can anyone actually blame us
Or even call it a crime
When my Granny just wanted to see Elvis
One last time before she died

Me and Mary Lou
Were married right out high school
Her soon to have a baby
Me with nothing much to do

Didn't get much of an education
From the high school social scene
Life is now one big social frustration
If you know what I mean

Got a job on the dead shift
Down at the Jiffy mart
When Mary Lou went to labor
Emptying out her shopping cart

Got the call at 2am
Telling me I had a boy
I went straight to isle 3
And bought him his first of many broken toys

Cause broken toys prepare us
For the book of broken dreams
That most of us later in life
Tend to sit and read

Got the call not that much later
Telling me Mary Lou had died
Pretty shortly after that
My boy let out his first of many cry's

I wish I could have been there
Though not much I could have done
Except to give last minute comfort
To the mother of my son

Still down at the Jiffy mart
What's a man to do
With a now 2 year old by your side
Sitting on a stool

He loves to hear the stories
Of when his mom and I were young
But he always adds the saddest end
When he asks why she is gone

I tell him she's still living
Only now she's in our hearts
I'm not sure that he believes me
As that's when the tear drops start

But life goes on as always
Like the purchases that I ring
With both us boys missing Mary Lou
If you know what I mean

Sometimes I sit and wonder
At the joy and plunder in this life
While some are dragged down under
Others are lifted to new heights

It's not like we're even given a choice
The powers that be have their own voice
On the verge of life and death
As time runs out its course

It's hard for you to grasp a clue
When you're being thrown for a loop
Out of nothing that you say
And certainly, nothing that you do

Sometimes it gets hard to count
The reasons aren't important now
On the verge of life and death
There's no way to figure out

Who's to say the time we make
Won't change today from yesterday
Is it circumstance or is it fate
That some stay while others fade away

I've seen them come I've seen them go
Whose next I guess soon enough we'll know
On the verge of life and death
With no way to know who will or won't

In the middle of the night
With sleep still in my eyes
I stepped into my kitchen
And received quite a surprise

As I reached out my hand
And flicked the light on
There were balloons, confetti, party hats
With a banner that read -WELCOME HOME-

I'd caught thousands of roaches
In the middle of song
They all turned and looked at me strange
As if I'd done something wrong

I heard a scream from the crowd
A foreign language to me
The next thing I know
I'm knocked down to my knees

As I'm being dragged
Across the linoleum floor
I see a little red button
That opens up a trap door

I started getting real nervous
The deeper we went
If I was a cat with nine lives
I think eight I just spent

They took me before the king
King Ralph Roach was his name
I only knew that
Cause that's what his name tag displayed

I was assigned a public defender
But that did me no good
He spoke Roach, I spoke Human
Each other we never quite understood

"GUILTY!"  Came the verdict
I hollered what was my crime!
"Interrupting a roach in the middle of having a good time"
Came the judges reply

Squishing to be my death
The day after tomorrows last night
I said that doesn't make any sense?!
Hey, we're roaches....we're not known for our timely insight

So here I sit in my cell
Wishing I could take it all back
If I had just not gotten up
For that late midnight snack

Wait....is that a tap, tap, tap
(You didn't think this was the end did you?)
As my hours getting late
A roach we'll call Chester
For anonymity sake

Told me to stop all that blubbering
I've come to break you out of here
I stood and we hugged
Which would be strange if it wasn't so weird

We slipped past room after room
With all kinds of parties inside
One thing you can say about roaches
They know how to have a good time

When we reached the surface
All I saw was blessed heavenly light
I went straight in and packed my bags
And gave the house to my Ex-Wife
(Okay, now it's the end!)

Just got back from Venus
It's a secret, don't ask how
I really mean it
You know, government and all

I am going to tell you though
Most of what I seen
Oh, remember that fella Elvis?
Yep, he's still the king

With a planet full of women
Big, short, skinny, long and tall
Brunette, red head, black and brown
Don't worry guys, there's plenty of blonds

Most men would call it heaven
And give their right arm as a witness
Flying there at any cost
Which brings me back to Elvis

You see Elvis was never much keen on
All of that fortune and fame
He did it all with a purpose
Allow me here to explain

Being a shy kid from the country
For entertainment he'd read comic books
Read one once about the Women of Venus
And that right there was all it took

He borrowed an old beat up guitar
Figured he could make a few bucks
He'd build a rocket ship out in the barn
And leave on the day it was ready to launch

But alas fame and fortune took him by storm
As his music and charm did us
Being caught up in it all for years to come
He'd just have to wait for his trip to Venus

Of course over time it got overwhelming
As his mind ventured back to the ship
Down on the farm still hold up in the barn
The only solution...fake his own death

And that's where today you'll find him
Viva Las Venus my friend
Elvis in a world of women
Where he still reigns as king

Mind if I ask if there's anything left
When it comes to common sense
With Band wagon outside you jump on for the ride
Not caring if it's East or West

Where you carry the tune of a marching buffoon
A Lemming at the edge of the cliff
No one's leading the charge, you just think that they are
...crowd control at its best

As you continue to do what they tell you to
More common but very little sense
Where I used to laugh now I find it sad
As no one seems to check the facts

You can boo hoo and cry, chase butterflies
In this fantasy world you live
Cover your ears along with your eyes
Could you cover your mouth instead

But alas you're in the loop of monkey see monkey do
Here's a little secret that can't be kept
What you thought you once knew no longer rings true
That has a lot to do with the lack of common sense

As I strolled  down Beaker Street
A neon sign flashed in front of me

That said "Only Serious Poets Need Apply"
(Blink) "Need Apply" (Blink) "Need Apply"

So it was I thought to myself
I can think of nobody else

As serious a poet as I

I looked to the right and the left
Feeling pretty confident about myself

And decided to take a gander inside

The room it was totally dark
In the corner was the tiniest of sparks

I did a stately poetic stroll in that direction

Feeling I might have made a mistake
This thought occurred a little too late

But of course this whole scene might just be window dressing

A voice said we don't need a poet at all
Just someone dumb and gullible

That's the moment in my pants I started messing

Turns out it was a mad scientist
With a masters degree in craziness

What were his dastardly plans I could only be guessing

I was grabbed by a couple of ugly thugs
Who highly dislike deodorant and mouthwash

******* and flown off to the smallest of islands

Where they did unspeakable experiments on me
In the first, second, and third degree

All because to insanity they took a liking

When it was they were finally done
With what those nut jobs consider good fun

Don't know how many walls they had me climbing

Daily now I plan my escape
I only hope that I'm not too late

When the opportunity arrives I hope I don't blow it

I find it so hard to believe
That this all has happened to little ole me

And Why?
Because of me being such a serious poet

Throughout our lives
We all weave
Intricate patterns
Into our tapestries

The colors that
We choose to use
Fit into
Or current mood

With woven thread
Thick and thin
Pulled in and out
Of tender skin

We make a loop
Tie it slow
Then begin
Another row

With a vision
In our minds
How it should look
Over time

Throughout our lives
As we weave
Intricate patterns
In our tapestries

First off my friend
Let me begin
By saying I ain't no poet
Just a fool with a pen

Now with those pleasantries
Out of the way
Let me proceed to say
What I need to say

I've written different poems
On different subjects, different matters
Some soft as a kitten
Others mad as a hatter

Every now and then
I stand on the serious ledge
But more often than not
I fall right off the edge

Like I said before
I'm just a fool with a pen
Drooling from my smile
Cross eyed in my grin

Separating in rhyme
All the boys from the men
Cackling in crazy
From beginning to end

Thanking my lucky stars
Rhyming comes so easy
Like a trip to Venus or Mars
Half baked brain and over queasy

Like I said before
When all of this began
I really ain't no poet
Just a fool with a pen

Buckets of tears
Buckets of rain
Funny to me
Both look the same

As the clouds and I
Both give away
Buckets of sorrow
Over years we have saved

Both come with handles
For easy pour
Both look the same
Spilled out on the floor

Do you take time out to listen

Or lend a helping hand

Do you see what others are missing

And try to give to them

Do you only give the basics

Or go much deeper than that

Do you spend time well, not wasting

Giving  till there’s nothing left

Do you try and solve the problems

Give a good listening ear

Is your shoulder easy to cry on

Are you comfort between doubt and fear

Do you try and do what’s right

In all that’s done and said

Guess what I’m asking at this time

Is do you do your best

And when the time does come

Where I lose my very thoughts

Right before the last rung

On the verge of fall

When all that I have left to grab

Is this simple plea

With what little time I have left

Throw your arms round me

Then kindly whisper in my ear

As you hold me tight

At that point all I need to hear

Is it's going to be alright