hate nation in love with hypocrisy
sits outside my window
pushing the limits
asking me to join in the rampage
but no peace officers will die by my hand
nor drug dealers or pedophiles
enemies of the state can drink sweet tea
on the veranda
at sunset
as apathy wins out with generation
‘who gives a ****’
the gen x-ers sit in starbucks complaining about inequality
with the baby boomers shake gnarled fists
at perceive socialism
and every day and new over medicated misunderstood
child of this environment
unleashes frustration
by shooting everyone in the room
just like in every movie
video game
fictional or non
programming
desensitizing gun violence
and making death and mayhem
the fastest way to fame –
broken dreams of fore fathers
lay tattered on ratty parchment
asking citizenry to protect their fellow countrymen
at all cost
to hold dear ideas of freedom and liberty for all
but if you are Black at night
don’t you dare be caught in a hoodie
near any peace keeping security force
local or global
‘cause America is shootin’ to ****
and practice makes perfect –

steady battle of wills
mine against the culture
society at large
waiting for the return
of an imaginary friend –
visions of the Christ-head
waking Christians with a start
yet the image they see
is a white hippy
long flowing locks
and washboard abs
blue eyed devil
was what the natives called that image –
if Jesus were real
and the gospel, truth
then woolen hair
bronze skinned
north African
negros
would be visiting people nightly
giving them images of peace
and transcendence –
yet the visions these Christians are having
is of the rapture
is the end of days
of themselves being covered in joy
and carried away
by the loving god of old…
but it is the blue eyed devil
sending these signals –
I spent two years
in full research mode
then, 25 years of revisiting
so I could effectively combat
the religious intolerance I see around me
learning the scripture
not for love of Jesus
but for contempt of his hypocrite followers
now, I watch in awe
awestricken
as it is in fact an awesome thing
to think that a group of individuals
could persecute their brethren
based on race, ***, gender,
class, tattoos, piercings, abortions,
differing ideology, ice cream flavor,
car style, bank of choice, haircut,
military service, church participation,
education, geographic birth place…
I could go on
and on
and on…
……………………..
the larger point
is that the sermon on the mount
accepts everyone as blessed
the message of Jesus is one of acceptance
and tolerance
of love, and of heaven everlasting
for those who follow that message…..
sorry American Christian
with your prophetic visions
brought to you by a
blue eyed devil,
you picked the wrong horse –

gentle, but constant, warmth
encouraged the delicate petals
to unfurl,
extend and expose inner veins
and release fragrant wisps
wafting slowly
the length of the shoot laden meadow –
protruding with diligent
single-mindedness
they burst forth and dotted the landscape
with fresh and pale greenery
trading the stark, barren, winter wasteland
into a valley of rebirth
extension
and colorful beauty
destined for fawn frolic
and sparrow dancing –
sitting cross-legged
surrounded by the sounds of spring
the nonstop low ****** buzz
chirping and squawking  of the scrub jay
effortlessly hoping from branch to twig
twice on the ground
and back up into the treetops…
far off in the distance
carried only by a meandering breeze
the long slow shrill whistle
of a bull Roosevelt
brought my mind to the present
forcing my to consider my surroundings
with a different air –
without warning I was left
with only my heartbeat
and the steady in and out
of a mammal breathing, bated
a slight yet tangible fear began to grow within
and I felt an urge to flee screaming into the forest
for what seemed a lifetime
I gathered strength and courage
as a new and foreign warmth played across
my ***** and trembling neck hair
coiled muscled began to twist
as I slowly turned to see what I was sharing the meadow with
this fine and sunny day…..
sweat dripped as I forced myself  to make a full rotation
and cast my eyes upon the intruder
barley a slit of sunlight crept between tightly pressed lids
first a little of the left
then some of the right
slowly adjusting
to both the brightness of daylight
but also to the contrast presented
the large dark swaying body
outlined but the new delicate shoots
I could feel the sweat rise on my forehead
and travel slowly
along my hard cheek line and down my neck
weave through the chest hair
and circumnavigate my belly button
finally soaking into the edge of my blue jeans
slightly discoloring the material…
I felt a swelling of bravery as I gave the monster
my direct gaze –
large brown eyes momentarily caught my own
as the massive black bear offered a loud grunt
and rambled back into the dense and darkened thicket
slowly the songs of birds returned
and I saw a bee flash by…
I picked myself up, shaky,  but stoic  
offering a silent prayer to the universe
……thank you for no cubs –

1.2 million tickets
each minute
@ 2 bones a pop
a nation in crisis
gambles for ½ a billion
while claiming that jihadist
extremists
are crazy –
I bought two
spent 4 greenbacks
for a shot
at financial solvency
the ability to help
my fellow man
family and friends
have the dream built
with oak and mahogany –
seekers freaking out
as the jackpot grows
no winners
no turkey dinners
just a mass
of humanity
desperate –

Polarized and politicized
for the first time in years
I have found my candidate. –
I voted for Billy,
through my parents,
then for Gore
and Kerry
looking to stop the fascism
that used to be a party of
Republicans. –
Then came the B-Rock star
who I voted for twice,
but more from a fan stand
than an actual political disposition;
life-long party man
with a new face of America
in a house
racist by his presence.
But policy, generally,
remained the same
and my distain
remained. –
Today I watched Senator Sanders
give a speech to thousands
in Wisconsin
youtube saves the day,
and my political life
as I have found my candidate…
and unlike Ron Paul,
I feel this movement
could be a revolution
of ideas
and I will be a part of it. –
It has been so many years
since I waved a propaganda flag
that I didn’t write myself,
it makes me happy,
to take a break
and let a professional
rabble-rouser
do his thing. –

at long last
the gloves can be removed
with a Republican controlled
house and senate
this fascination with bashing
the B-rockstar
can end –
no longer will the focus be
on misinterpreted short-comings
denying reality to encourage racism
separation nation rationing social stations
only giving the elite
power –
the hour draws near
fog blanket encapsulates
rationality
hiding the sides from each other
brother against other
and everyone is ‘other’ –
gone is the sweet music
with so many wind gusts
leaving behind a dry California
to bake in the congress created c(LIE)mate
catastrophe –
the shadow of hope lingers in the darkest of hearts
leaving behind change
trading empire for magazine subscriptions
holding the gamer paddle
longing for unity –
As I look back over this last election cycle,
one thing is certain
Americans have misplaced anger
aggression without direction
complicating the scene
the burgeoning proletariat
paints freely –

Fawn’s breathe creates misty shroud
Sunlight pierced gemstone
Her eyes too, they shine this way

bladder cramp sends my sleeping body to the toilet
eyes crusted and full of the sandman’s wears,
I catch the momentary glimmer
slightest shape or form
hovering gently
above mom’s shrine.
eagle feathers and owl claws
adorn agate jars and fossil chips
beaded leather hangs from above
and the bone dreamcatcher sways
yet I feel no breeze…
passing though the hall
on the way back from urination
more awake in myself
I look over the area again,
hoping.

to write timeless
one need only to leave time out of poetry
the moment you place any object
recognized culturally
or any type of social structure
you are dating yourself
and failing to write timeless poetry –
it is the complete removal of
and adherence to structure which
elevates the mundane and regular that
gives us the opportunity to create great and lasting works
example: the hot dry desert sat windblown…
example: a tree stretching to the heavens watches as its babies
fall slowly to the ground below…
example: the sea crashed into the basalt leaving pools of foam
and small disoriented creatures…
these concepts know no time
they exist as natural and eternal images
you know, timeless –
one cannot incorporate emotions
or fears
as they could be subject
there is a possibility that what was once greatly feared
or perhaps emphatically idolized
is neither recognized or remembered
by the humans walking today…
this leaves us truly only one type of poem to write
when seeking to capture timelessness:
the nature of the cosmos
the stars are
and have always been……….
Truly, I hope this helps –

a tiny bell rings and I smile
Pavlov-ian slave
to the google chat box
at the chance my darling wife
would like to talk –
escaping the doldrums of daily drudgery
I delve into non-work related conversation
as we discuss dinner options
and what to do about the old dying dog
expression of love
sprinkle the text
as we consider vacations
and when to speak with a broker about buying a home
again…
Then it happens
like a hurricane destroying a small Polynesian village
the boss comes in
and I must close my little green box
and get back to work --

Yo
Too many worrin about words
Too many worrin bout language
Too many muthafukkas spoutin off over who said what
Well let me tell ya
Im bigga
Set this off like a trigga
Go figga
Set a trap like a rigga
Then pick her
Up at the spot for a gigga
Ice cold beer,
A 40 for this wigga
Rollin fat
Get in back
Bounce like tigga
Up and over place a bet like
Doug VanHigga
I made that up
Bust a nut
Fill this cup with a piggy pigga
Round *** honeys
Rachet with Dirk Ziggla

my writing style
is akin to a purge
or biblical flood
within a minute, I write a mile
driven by this surge
it’s true, some of it is crud
still, I grow my pile
unwilling to control the urge
coated in poetic mud
I take a break once in a while
then new thoughts emerge
which I shoot at like Elmer Fudd
jotting quickly, with a slight smile
never meaning to splurge
sometimes landing with a thud
but still I write as this is my style
viewed mostly as a scourge
like a rotten old spud

standing in the pre-dawn glow
I raise my arms to the last great god of men
and wonder why no one
praises Venus
when they crossed the sea
it was Venus who parted the waves
when they looked around at calamity
it was Venus they cursed
when they wrote calendars
it was the variation in the great comet
that influenced days, months, and years
we have forgotten –
a bright spot on the horizon
is all that remains
of the horned beast
that nearly wiped humanity from existence
the massive upheaval documentation
either verbally in the native tribes
or physically as with the Chinese or Hindu
state clearly the reality
natural destruction
in the eyes of those who came before
was placed on an invisible all-knowing god
while today,
news agents would explain
an incoming comet
is about to destroy all life as we know it
get ready –
looking up at the star filled night sky in wonder
and amazement
as I now understand why
these were the gods
and their movements and actions so carefully notated
sadly, we will not get to relive this sight
it will be our own actions
that bring about the new age of man –
no longer is a planetary body required
when we can build nuclear reactors and dump waste into the oceans
there is no real necessity for god to send
agents from heaven
to smite unholy cities
we drone bomb the innocents daily
long past are the days in which a vengeful lord
would take actions against those who would deny
Monsanto and BP have completely poisoned
any and all available land that was once
suited for inhabitation or food production
engineered salmon swim through
plastic islands
in a quest to bash their mutated brains
into man made dams
that no longer do anything but
stop the natural flow of the rivers –
broken promises of a returning savior
have the masses crying out
while refusing personal responsibility for anything
when they burn in the fires of neglected industrialization
I will sit atop a lonely mountain peak
and enjoy natural hand-made marshmallows
with those who would listen
and take heed --