note to me
limit the coffee
from now on to one
***
i've been hand shaking greeting everyone at wal-mart
all day
even the store manager and security
trying to shoo me away
but i am , doing I am , I AM
such a good job the people
are gathering around

By all means, marry.
If you get a good wife, you'll become happy;
if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.


Socrates

not aware whom created the
list of the seven wonders
but my list were I
to compile would vary and differ
greatly

mine list would include
women

and the first look at your newborn

the rush of being charitable to a homeless man

stopping bullying

a dog's loyalty

a nighttime sky clear sparkled

a smile from anyone


and so I beg your patience
my list is the one I prefer
and i apologize to those who
created the original

she
was my
first love ever
a base rock steady
in a wild sea of salty foam
receding to reveal the shells she collected
her bareness glowing in the first quarter of a neap tide moon

has  this delicacy
of invading my space
and touching my soul

mine back the ground the gesso
white walls tempered
spackeled like oranges on the limbs
the  fore the front of my scant
table and chair an apple scent
from a bowl of potpourri
the subject is inside the
two brown worn out doors
blinking as daylight fades
away

Hey spider,
dangle there
on the spout
until morning
if you dare
of the fiberglass
off-white tub-
I have no fear
of your silken web
now,
you go about your business
as if I am
not there sitting
on my throne-
just hoping,
when morning comes you are
way far up in the corner
sleeping, as it seems our schedules
rarely overlap

Link to find the Daily Poem on HP:


http://hellopoetry.com/poems/daily/

grow me a bushel of ***** or corn
economics 101
declare a War prohibit and decrease the supplies
costs are going to rise
profits will too
and organized crime laughs at you
who won't stand for being lenient
in any way on crime
ignoring statistics
and the DEA
budget grows
the swat teams are well funded
the judges and politicians are left with
the Cartel saying
your choice-
shall it be lead or cash?
Declare The War: we will be able to bring  Jim Crow back.

The poor are going to find ways to make cash.
So lets lock up the disadvantaged, the minorites
just following the graph
taught in that basic business class
that shows the line rising straight up in profits
as we limit supply, the graph on incarcerated Americans
rising plotted against the rise in private prisons,
the rise of militarization of police forces
with the rise in black citizens deaths at their hands:
It's basic: Economics 101:
but, to look reasonably or compare
it to alcohol,  and be honest with ourselves
is left-wing liberalism.
And we all  know the effects of rationalizations.

we partied in a Chevrolet station wagon
the night we graduated went fast around the devil curves that
uphill gravel laiden course
to the top like we were the best
to the hill west of Rochester
where those acid drop rainfalls fell
into our open eyes
made rainbows kaleidoscopes
out of evergreens and
telephone poles
flashes shone in brief aware
and dreams they spoke out echoing
no one sane was here
found our way safely back
across the street from my house and parked behind the garage where
Hope came up in a tight dress
drunk and quite acting
nervy knowing she had
made all both our heads turn
or all ten of em
and only having one
Chevrolet
the backseat turned down
into almost a bed
we gave the pulsing energy
the flashes a go
a right groovy we
said at the time
one at the time impulse
the stars
the moon
the rocking
Chevrolet
all night
half the next day
I don't think it was
just my
imagination

oh you
the you shining brighter
then any sun
you must take this day
in memory
recall it
one day
long hence
for you have innocence
it is  not so bright
come September
unless on a
whim you can call it up
with that snap
of your fingers
red  paint lasts
what a day or two --
even the sky
ages into
horizons--
without
chipping?

tell me what it is that touches me so deep for now
i have been numb for decades and the faces though smiling are but echoes
call me out for sins and transgressions take my pride i have
enshrouded in my soul insane
make me new dear new god love drug or habit
i hide in day after night after week leading
to a decade
wash me in some baptismal font
a river blessed by the holy spirits
the dew of lonely virgins sacrifices
along that path wandered by ancestors and peons pagans
saints
to
where we all must go a day someway

may someday a hand touch you
like a warm summer's breeze and
break you down and turn the whole world around
and create dreams in things real and real of dreams
may a day come real envisioned
like the river flows surreal
make you rethink your place  in this atmosphere
may one day be a flow
a flower gracefully
proud as the sun
greets your eye awaking
make you and I bow
down to this overtaking
rush of love her energy
feel new cleansed absolved
no history now no
worry
and when it passes
when that hope eclipses humanity
I am going to be there
shining

oh my god
my last hurrah
but I don't worry
with this many memories

I came closer
to the edge before
and hurried
out

the view there
is breathtaking
almost wanted to jump
and then

as always I got
Acrophobia
and decided
I wasn't scared

of the fall
I want to say it was the
landing
but that is too cliche

it was the ******* fall

In the depths
      of life's chaos
there is hope-
     a light of salvation
to pursue.

Joy,
     in a fleeting glimpse,
but a small moment
     of tender peace,

Calms
    the restless
          eternity.

the ultimate masterpiece
   of soft flesh perfection
an ideal of creation

where life meets
   conception
form fits function

life breathes anew
    softly
then rages in cries

heard loudly
    of deities
of Goddesses

of galaxies brightness
    dimming
in awe

marrow and bone
     clothed
in eternal gloriousness

standing as
     God  
made her

for the flowers
     moons
man to absorb

for life to have
     hope and
eternal glow

asdarknessclosesinaroundsensesandallseemsclusterfucked
thosewhodr­eamseesomethingelse
tendtomakeanewcreation

I shall be the born ultmate the next
*** on your ***** that makes
your eyes open
or gasp in the moonlight
I shall call forth your demons
desires needs
make them bow down
I am me
and you are me and we
are all it is
you are the inspiration
for this for the sun to
rise tomorrow
you   are  all
there is
sit look
off into skyscrapers
or meadows golden if you wish
act as if the control
is not yours
I am going to teach you
oh hell it so is

somewhere there on a moist petal a dew drop leaf
among the colors of the rainbow's sunshine around
the base connecting  to the trunk
of an oak living for centuries is
the answer to a riddle
to that conundrum that
far said dream you listen to
on lonely days
in her limbs her leaves
say to me you don't see
her reach her span her analogy
or just a branch
or just a leaf?

If only a glimmering pond to view
   a shimmer to ease my fear
of being cursed to look
   in an unreflecting mirror.

My sight is sufficient
   as I can see the first break of day
before the **** calls his warning
   or the horned owl beds away.

My touch is sensitive enough
  but I know not what I feel,
the pain of ancient splinters numbs
  when I touch the spinning wheel.

No, my sight is not the cause
  of my inability to hear
the sounds that I must make,
  it is the unreflecting mirror.

Perhaps outside they watch with me
  as I shyly shed a tear,
I cannot see our faces, though
  in the unreflecting mirror.

The way is long on winding trails
of bitter weeds and daffodils
through goldenrod and thistles sharp
with Devil's song and Angel's harp
on accompaniment by day,
and haunting through
the night.

Alone I travel 'til the day
Her tender voice will I hear say
Let bitter weeds and thistles sharp
and Devil's song perish with the dark
for forever more, hand in hand,
we'll travel in the light.

and it was autumn again
green ran to where summer went
crimsom covered the world in colder winds
midday on thursday that day of bitterness
the sun burst through  intermittently
making autumn beautiful
and down fluttered
the prettiest gold leaf
landed right beside me
said hello
I stuttered but
a leaf is mute
the tree that sent her to me said
no,
you are just out of tune.
astounded by her literacy I tried
to time with
the old tree I rhymed
again I felt rhythm  
playing on autumns breeze.
I woke up then to
see, I had fallen fast asleep and it was winter.

had this certain mauve sweater that perked
her shoulders up so magnificent
paired it with hip high boots and tight *** jeans
and danced the light
nights away on the street making madness of the men
drunken clapping yelling go
baby go as the drum solo spent every last
bit of energy out from the fading sun
the whole entire night she danced on
a wild child meant to be a dead man's dream
and the smoke rose like a thousand
incense sticks from her heels her hips
as the lights flashed
her fandango

to town with another
just had to
walk
mother warned me father
said no
futures are awakening after no more pasts
are all my dreams
sister grabbed my wrist
I walked
away looking at the fields trying
to remember them
my Labrador kept up halfway to town
as another car
rode by dust obliterating
the shadows
I didn't think I'd never go back home

Oh, we are what we are when in danger
And we are as we stand head in hands
When a friend brings to light on a cold silver knife
You can stare your fate right into his hands
To his hands

Oh, we are what we are when we'll name to
Be the soul-owning guardians of land
And there's always advice on a cold winter's night
Like your dreams are just an island in the sand
Way out in the sand

Don't it seems so strange
How it just don't change
Things just stay the same as they've always been
Some of us are out to win
And some of us are out just to aim
Just out to aim

Oh we are what we are when we're praying
In our way of seeking some light
May the mission bells still ring of the colorful dream
In the faith that everyone will be treated right

Will be treated right on a cold, cold night.
Will be treated right in a hopeless fight
Will be treated right, will be treated right
On a cold, cold, cold night
Will be treated right

in an indigo colored room
warmth
soft sashes
smoke rising
almost too calm
the winds
of change
played soft in
the air
dancing

guess the name  of the game had always been
roulette where the house is gonna get rich
but the fun the thrill of putting your last cent
down on the bottom line
had such a pull
and you couldn't resist
the ball spinning around the risk
always falling where you
had not bet
and so it went
yet somehow you always won the farm back
then bet it all again
gotta give you kudos
you were one
tough persistent loser

like two flowers withering together on different sides of the earth knowing
time has an end
deja viewed in a sense

not that
no knifes
never had a gun
thought of a hose run from a tailpipe
all closed in the trunk

drunk again lonely views of happy people
holding hands
traffic going somewhere
and time just keeps on
ticking

the hardest door a dark tunnel a spiderweb
in the corner of the synapses the neurons in my dark ******* head
a path I tried before to  ignore
much like tripping on LSD in the
70's
or the ****** gaities
of my good looking youth
where I had no bags yet
blue under my brown eyes
yet
a bit of bad a lot of ecstasy
the moral conundrum the false
guilty feelings sad
the reasonings I recalled I used
at the time so hollow now
had a bit of an epiphany
as I looked over the memories edge
down around up
over heard again the synapses
that soaked
the  neurons capturing
not only the happiest
but those that hurt
and it brought this sense of calm
an encouragement a dream
to warm me again
it let me have peace

there she is the ideal the greatest creation ever
her womb just magical touching heaven
as no word from psalms or human designs ever could
and I worship her
her beauty and her brevity so fleeting
I sigh in awe
I cry when I am granted entrance
I feel as though
a kingdom has  been opened
a wish upon the first star has
been granted every time
the body woman
the perfect form
graces me eyes
with but a glimpse
and I have been granted
a few times
her majesty her warmth her charms
so how could I not praise or sing
about
how might I go without her
day to day
but hope and positive
thinking
or save enough memory
to get me
through any drought

some leaves rustled overhead along
the walkway elms for all I know
they may have been
and along the path the irises the ferns
seemed to have found their fertile ground
as they sprang up almost
tackling me or untying
my shoelaces as
I stumbled forth
the undergrowth got more obscene
touching me on my chest my *****
tearing my flesh as a fervent lover might
scratch my back
my face almost claiming me as their own
as I began to crawl the scents
overcame my innocence ***** me there among the boughs
the tree limbs along the path I took shook
I could  not tell in tears or laughs
and as the world climaxed in unison
around my suffering
I thought again
nature has no
conscience nor memory
or thought above
her making new
surviving

all stationary the tense of surroundings  new
in between busstops and not knowing subways or cabs
never having been in the buildings shadows
so tall imposing
I walked a lost path among a strange imposing crowd
trying to get my bearings
a foothold
while the neon flashed
the traffic honked screeched slammed
as I wandered never as alone
got pushed taken along adrift in the
crowded undertow
me a man that swam in a pond once
with  big fish gars and goldfish now
just adrift with no horizon
that I think is what scared me
all manmade light and skies and clouds and shadows
and the lack of human interchange
no talking no eye contact
but the sounds as loud or louder than
the Friday rants at
Blue Bob's restaurant
or the dancing people
at Big Bill's jamboree
back home
in Bama
I felt like I was in
a strange world
and I found out ten
months later
I was    
it was not just my imagination
and I was not having a bad trip
it is all so alien
a lonely hayseed blown so far away

in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate
              dreams
our
passions
    on white screens
penned
innocent
      symbolisms remain

and you and I
          look for rhythm within
our ups and downs
                       and you and I

lost like ships not knowing
the dark  the mornings

is there  any port
             like the white between
      innocent lines          
        
listen.

there is a bit of self deprecation amid  the best poets grandeuer
and a lot of ego in the madness between the lines
blank spots are filled with it
the ink dries on the curses of fame
the white part which says so much
was never wet

I fool myself to make any night of the week
or day for that matter Saturday
night and I came home to your wife
smiling like my wife used to
and  never even kissed her
weren't proper
for her or me to be alone so
I excused myself and knocked on your door
said hey how's it hanging
like I always do
hey where's the wife?
straight faced
he glared at the tv and said I don't care
when then she came barging in
mad at both of us
but I would rather that then
have a weight on my shoulders
so we partied
he fell asleep
and I went home
thinking if I had
imagining ain't a sin

sad how
I get on a roll
and have to go to Annie's Country store at
6:30 am
refill
my inspirations
sadder yet is the cats and my Labrador
expecting treats
when I get back six pack in hand
and cigarettes
good ****** thing I got
hot dogs left

as love too much or love in vain
or a wrong chord sung in ecstasy
say oh god my tone deaf
partner and it sounds like opera
to me
write me poems leave them in lipstick on my back
I will stand in the mirror and crane my neck
take keys and scribe my vette
stick icepicks in my tires
me and my new love watched
naked inside while peeping out
the window
both of us had been there
before
I hate you hurt but ****, life
is sometimes
hard

I know you have loved to where it hurt like the guitar strings
pulled twisted plucked cried out to an audience at the Fillmore
or had that backbeat inside the bass the drums
saying **** me
cried out like the lead singer
have you ever loved more
inside your heart torn outside becoming in
as the melody sang about
some love in two tones
you took it to heart
deep
understood again
how magically the words were
somehow
written
just for you

HP is flexible elastic rubbered band like
thought of it as home
static
I think I am getting old
the clouds match my mustache now
grey blue black strands
along the highway out to
the most popular band
we now got bell  bells
the whistle is a coming soon
and fever run one cause
it's gonna take
like fahrenheit 409
a degree or two hotter and
that is cool
I am not too old to adapt
I might be stiff
hey hey that's the way I have been

I think in all honesty how it might be a shame to
not share my all with several women
not being conceited at all
I feel like if I cut them off
they might be alone
I know they just like me
has several bo's  an account
on over  the hill date me site
but none as honest as critical
as me in my several names and incantations
or politically correct  or
as strident in romance
or may I brag one time
without you laughing
as gorgeous

in every poem no matter
how beautiful
blank spaces
exist

numbered , for perpetuity
slid into an array
that parses my habits
fetishes
bank account name

my googly habits
every mouse click
archived
recalled remembered

so I am again the whole
of data bits bytes
the last site
I accidentally

clicked on where
naked gnomes
did unsightly things on the lawn
after dark

I must live up to it all
can't hide now
just tell me
it is not

gonna be shared to
my ole mama
in Michigan
who goes

by the name
of old hot mama!
like she did back in the day

when CB's ruled

that is all I got
the 22 stuck in my seventh rib
his face
a caricature
of a man in ***** hose

he acting too nervous I started
to grab for the gun
thought better
this might be it

let me pose a situation to him
as I thought of what might be
disarming

thought of god  themes
nursery rhymes
big bad wolf  
is all that came to mind

discarded that
all this
in an instant
flashing

a muzzle so far quieted so
on a roll
I said you
look familiar

like my great uncle
he was  a great scoundrel
swam out
during prohibition

on the river
he was twelve
brought back kegs of
beer and whisky

made in one night
more than his dad did
in a week
of work for the system

gave his mom half to
buy things
and keep the lights
on

this was when electricity had first
made her wires out
to the hills
of Tennessee

he started to leave and I said
bless you son
I know your predicament
he had tears

as he shouted
shut the **** up
old man

I think my eyes are just dry
but it happens more
when I reread your letter
of goodbye
or sit on the stoop
and the best sunset ever dies
over the distant hills
or see Breakfast at Tiffany's
for the umpteenth time
my eyes got real
dry the other day
when my sweet little kitty
I saw her born
saved her from drowning in a
mop bucket
brought her in after she  was mauled by a dog
gave birth and took to it
like it was not the first time
instinct is a *****
and someday
gonna find the gene
that makes me cry
like a *****
and turn it off

I see
the timorous beggar hand
out for his next
hit
drink
satisfaction

an infant alone while
his mom ***** a stranger
for diapers

the man glowing
after he killed the lion
he has ten giraffes
on his wall already

the fireman needing to
start a fire to fight

the mailman how
onerous his deed
to go crazy
m-16

the machines taking
over
Id's as Ip addresses
and innocence

so far removed
from any  semblance
to reality

she called herself
and I stocked up on quarters
cause it wasn't  Open Source code
and no browser supported it

it was more RedHat than Mozilla
no IE 3 or 4
took more than Javascript
Knowhow

more than parsing
the stack
had to ping her
when I got money

and often times
got no return
it timed out

oh, but how  I appreciate your differences
from my stubble hard chin to the various
things songs are sung about
the walk talk an octave above
curves that make me lust
eyes deep as any trove treasures gold
no diamonds can not compare
or any wool silk  man made dare
to dream this much
not prepared
for it
above dreams analogies
above the clouds
above the heavens
I sit
amazed

finally I awoke  before the sun
one tenth alive
no coffee
donuts just glare
from the window above the sink
facing east
now that I opened
one eye
peeped out from beneath
the cover
discovered  that
life has continued
without me
urges and craziness insane
people who chase shadows of success
lunge fight obsess
over tidbits of
popular gadgets
widgets and fair maidens
in this nowadays
fermenting slow to be done
nicotine fit
searching the ashtray
the floor
under the couches
an analogy
for hope when hope
has long gone  the way of
community spirit
so
I turned over
and went back to sleep

didnt care
really I didn't
anymore

this is the only way
I can get there
honestly...