Told you what you hated
Agenda was beyond him
His tongue unbridled
Spoke naked truth only

And so, he was silenced
And you lived on
Seemingly happy
And so on

He was the bad man
The enemy, the awful
He venerated what he saw
As true the reality

Which to most, is not something
We're willing to face.
Or even acknowledge
Until one day

Far in the future, perhaps
Maybe tomorrow
No telling
But the truth will
Tell

just to be here.

thoughts,
           then  they  left
and came back
        returned as real
playing reality
                eternal  birth
first within thirst
           with star burst
born
              in a second of universe
a step on a staircase
                of existence.

I am going off my rocker
and rather enjoying
it.
God  calls me an egotist,
an idiot but life is brief,
I don't know for certain,
if I am but a shooting star,
I guess, I see, and grab
at reality.
Hope.
I don't fall too far.

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

hope a smile brings
different things to a girl
who said "I wish"
her tears were felt
her dream better
described  in a pond with fish
than anything ever said
is that you care best
and help my feet miss
the hole memories i trip
you so have room to soar
like a morning poem
the words I adore
is when I read
at dawn sun soar
your words fill  every breath.

I can't live without
pain and pleasure
sand beneath my feet
salt water waves washing
all the beaches out
love to hate maybe
the axis is so close
yet so far on the horizon
like opposites attract
exits are entrances
perhaps
demons are my savior
gods my enemy
flowers weeds
sugar bitter
hope
is where

hops and little bounds around holes
rabbit jumps and sounds
four-legged tiptoeing now
abound

softly furry cuteness how that
makes adults protect the new ones
cuddle protect every ugly baby
resound

awwwww  cute baby when it
has four eyes and an ugly old bald
head
wrinkled skin
and blood red eyes
crossededly

looking here and there slobbering
hell no one pities me
and I look the same

touch and allure
blush  lipstick  make me see
the horizon surely
where the trees gray clouds
the lake all merge
into cerulean
indecipherable
jumbles of arms  legs lips like the clouds trees
lakes green
melt into distances
the soft eyes see
everything

claret soft twilight ministrations of sunsets calling
sacraments of feelings forth serving both happiness
and sad memories both warmth and cold
needs untended
a dozen met thousands
untold
in the fold of silver and gold
mended into the horizon's testament

A storm that arises left
Of the forest rains on all
Those beautiful daisies
And one that comes right
Of that forest
Shudders climaxes
Makes petunias
Also.
Its so the same.
A storm.

It sure is HOT!!!
   in perpetuity
walking the bottom burning black
  asphalt and singing hair
seared (Shades of She'ol)
  in need of a new testament!

I brave its toil daily, religiously
  eternally?
In perpetual
  Limbo down a purgatorial hole
with no intermediary!
  Crawling.... through ashes gray
in the underworld....here!

mind all heart out
feet not fast enough
hands trembling  
eyes cascading down
a fairy wind all calmly
taking spider parachutes for
a journey to
some new where
destinations
as I have been to floating
like silk chutes drug me
on hot air
promises

transcended the fear that causes bigotry
finally
because I noticed the way others judged me
so quick to render
finality    
and decide on first impressions
I thought it must be an instinctual thing
like why all
the hot chicks
are with
other guys

fragile creation is
genius
how
it's all from
nothing into
being at once
everlasting
and temporal...

Today is a really good day for me.
I'm stunned  by the sun.
Almost magic is the ambiance of the air.
The sun glowing for me alone.distant is too far
To decipher in the way
Eyes that feel do.
And the smell so fresh
I breathe in and hold.
I hear bird chirps and limbs
Of trees dance
On tall hilltops.

Dear sir, the tomato soup of society,
where
sordid vegetables remain
in
your gains, all used refuse garbage
now
that your desires are realized.
Or but a spoon to shovel in
your **** and gag retch it all up to no use.
Die n gutters singing
god bless.

you may relate
to the sun rising or the moon's glow
you may say you care
about the  poor in Africa the starving

and you may care about ethics
and morals and all about life in general
as much as your day to day
schedule allows

yet, this world is ****** up
it is not your responsibility
or duty to fix things
especially those of a world kind

this world is unfair
and it takes my breath away
how beautiful the mountain peaks are
the rivers in a valley

the shores on the ocean
a bird in the air
the length of a prairie horizon
a child's smile

but there in that
I try not to see, but do
those who are starving
the hunger

the lion killing a
young buffalo
I seek the balance
of nature

and humanity
fear the next
****
the latest catastrophe

the next drought
and wonder
if I was
if there is

a God how can all that be

mean more
than a sunshine or a night's rest
or as much as the aqua seas lapping
at a crisp white seashore

I've searched books leaves and trees
bark and kittens purr
wandered distances shore to mountain tops
valleys

so deep dark the bats are blind
and the fleas burrow down
into the red clay trying to
find a way out

I have seen beautiful and
wonders and wandered in them
felt arms I did
not ever want to unfold

flowers from another land it
seemed, I have enjoyed
along with empty
landscapes

and no hope
and tall mountains barring
every escape
and every way back

yet I kept, like the lowest creatures
trying to find immortality
and friendship
and love

a genetic determination
to be

and so, I found me here now,
trying to tell
all who ever reads this
about it.

incense wine and a clouded vision
a smoky room upstairs
filled with musty scented flora
the iguana looking wasted
in the aquarium
sticking her his tongue out
flicking imaginary flies
like me in the bean bag chair the bongos
squarely between my highs
my thighs I meant
looking gods and goddesses  
right between the passages
of musics
trying to keep pace with all the drummers in Santana
as the beat ravages the sheetrock
uninsulated
spaces in my teen space
hideaway from the drudgery
of High School
and I  never got a haircut
all down to my ***
I twist and
throw it
banging them ****
bongos
How cool was I
trying to learn the
harmonica

sans elegance not trying for
just words told in the daily
senses a tale told when
tall trees make their escapes
and long faces

on the streets concrete
stealing the sun buildings blind
all shadows
hiding in alleyways and parks
not there

the greens taken westward
nothing left but fake plants
wild roses wild anythings
a **** growing is a
miracle

there in the neon blushing the
iron closed gates the broken windows the anythings
foisted down can be rusted old told
as  the factories old men
on the corner left
forlorn

***** stolen drifting as well as can be
as could be known or told told by the swollen
ankles unkempt sides of the boulevards
running

not to here
but through
and how did you expect it?

pour down to green the grass
to fill the empty reservoirs
to lift the river over
edges
life giving and taking a
balance
the earth spins and tides
ebb and flow
the rain
brings life and death
in balance with the sun dries
the moon glows
it all sways in
the dance of ministry
the  knowing of
some powerful being
or is it me
and you?

among my own little code
the tangled wrong
words the  misspelled verbs
the visceral metaphors
changed to fit a rhyme
the cerebral farthings
spent too long on
calibrated dipthongs
the following along a
tangled story
then there it becomes a dialog
a discourse in how to breathe
to me
I breathe different than you
I take  deep breaths
pause  then
let it out
that might not be how you do
I caress the softness
make a bed for the hard
word
unto as soft as hard  
can be softenened
into the next day and how it looks
again
from then

you have to be over forty
you don't tweet
or text
you're  like a grandpa
or know  about twilight anything's
or extraordinary
madness's
and solitary delusions
your  company
you  still get
off on  Led zeppelin
how ******' lame
is that?

been
just here recent
a slow ebb
like a shell
on the beach waiting
for a passerby
to pick me up
put me to her ear

I'm nakedly
exposed
bare
calling out echoed
sand in my
coils

don't know how
many more
highs
I can be here
through

the cadence spat  a bit
of the cane tap tap tap
on the steps
he still guided his way around

I sat on the   step
quite close wondering
if I had
a handicap

how the **** might I
get around

on dreamy elves and better things
fortuitous it may be, lifesaving,
more constructive  in the scheme
of things, better suited to Knights
and Maidens so long ago may
be
things like dreams and visions
hopes and purpose,
love and romances, dances
under the arms of willow trees,
softly flowing brooks babbling, the calling
of a whippoorwill
the seance **** trance you put me in

Link to find the Daily Poem on HP:


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

a poem the way
I do
is to first turn
your heart
inside out

then
go a day
or two
with no
sleep

thinking
of
optional words
and rhymes
until

you pull your
hair out
and don't
take a bite
of food

the whole
******* time
and smoke ten
packs of
cigarettes

waste the day
your apartment
all filled
up with
crumpled paper

and beer cans
and butts
and your answering
machine
full

the recycler man asked.
Did you learn about anything , say?  precious on
your way to the dump?
Did you see , perhaps, briefly, maybe
one thing, a glimpse of tin or aluminum
as you sped all along the Highway 57
or County road 439? ...that you may have thought appealing?
that to the more common man,
might have seemed like junk or garbage or
insignificant. Did you build another's confidence
perchance along the way? Or find his stash of cans?
Did you notice ? Did you notice?
Did you?  gold is right there,
in another's trash ,
How the meanings were so raw
and you passed right by,
rushing to die.Well, I can give you 1
cent on the pound for all the gold and silver
you accrued. For your bank account , though,
and insurance, I gave you a wife, and your children.
Eternity, was then and infinity , recycled
again and again.  
Go back to the end
of the line.

let me really stop
and think,  listen to your
footsteps lessen as
they walk away

all the footfalls gone
your high-hell disappeared
from my closet
the porch is crowded

just awaiting the
last of you
to go away
every last tribute

mostly I am silent
listening to memories
of how
we used to kiss

just as if you were alive
I get at times just like in real life inspired by
immortal words strung like pearls on your pages
just like life get ashamed at how your
vision your virginal good intent gets *****
torn apart by those who feel the need to fight
you just don't have the choice but to
reflect real life.

just briefly, had a weird thing happen to me
I got jealous, wanted to take down my adversary,
thought to slur her or him,
get others on my side by telling
revealing or made up things, thought of many ways,
like our President, well I have to try and take that idiot down,
but this has to do with
the vitriole the competition on HP,
where some gang up like M-13
banditos and sling words like
bullets toward passersby or innocents
like AK 47 shrapnel.
Listen please. If you insist on being right always ,
better just shut up, then you have a chance.
What you say can be taken apart , bit by bullet.
Spit back here.
On the streets is the same.
Just idiots and lame egos competing on
some ladder , the top rung. **** Idiots,
listen to some classic rock, jazz, pop,
hiphop your ******* *** off. Just stop
trying to tear others apart.
Manchester is an infamous example.
How stupidity is our HP, our society ,
our world?
Just Love.
Live and Let Live
for our sake.

Tomorrow the baseball Hall of Fame will announce the newest members selected to join her hallowed hall.  Ken Griffey Jr.  will surely be selected.

I wish Hello Poetry had a Hall Of Fame. There are so many poets and good friends worthy of.  

In absence of, I wish to nominate the following poets for the first class when and if it is ever created. My criteria for selection to this Hello Poetry Hall of Fame are:

                    A feeling heart
                    loves  poetry
                    is a friend to others in the community

A Triple Crown.

Time and space are the only reason I have not listed all poets here at Hello Poetry:

Vicki  (My Queen, a love child of Whitman and Dickinson)
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
mark cleavenger
Musfiq us shaleheen
brandon cory nagley
The Masked Pimpernel
rebecca askew
Sjr1000
Pradip Chattopadhyay
elsa angelica
Eddie Starr Poetry
ryn
Weeping willow
KetomaRose
Steven Langhorst
Mike Essig
Willard Wells
Woody
Elizabeth Squires
SoulSurvivor
Pax
Grace
Dave Kavanagh
Sumina Thapaliya
FJ Davis
SE Reimer
Sally A Bayan
solEmn oaSis
Melissa S
Arcassin B
..... and to those I failed to mention I apologize. I am thinking of you, also, but time and space are the only limitations to my list of nominees.

***
the end is near
they updated hp
hope you hate it as much as I
this is like poetry freak reincarnated
every thing is wrong with it
it aint my HP
I am quitting

***
the end is near
they updated hp
hope you hate it as much as I
this is like poetry freak reincarnated
every thing is wrong with it
it aint my HP
I am quitting

Black and White
red alone the darkest nights we together
sown, rainbows of humanity grown
show evolutions insanity
In self preservation
not acclimation or empathy
The land now shared was my kin
and wrists enslaved were known
the chains still seen today
the ashes of all the days
shall not be our destiny
We all need to band to find
a resolution and solutions to inhumanity
and solve our woeful plight
we need but see
our common blood red and pure and clean
let grey be the hue we all should see
not black, nor white, nor red!

hope
maniacal expressionism now
this day this age I guess
but I
hope dream live or die
on HUGE thoughts

an answer comes always
if just seen on the backs
of eyelids
in nightmares
or dreamiest visages
according to our
attenuating them
listening whilst asleep,
the screams of millions
born and dead
evolve in the
nightly scenery
keep we down or free us
instead.
I try to keep my eyes open,
when I dream.

to be in a hurry,  won't do,
deadlines,
are always there?
Time, is reflective, always
was will be scarce, why rush it?

Slow those hands, push them down to
half past when,
halfway to then.

Seconds,  take reflecting
meditating,  remembering,
hear concentrate on the sounds
of birds,
walk outside now, this very  instant,
briefly feel   awareness-
actually hear-
those birds chirp,  a background
chorus to a most important symphony.

Let the time tick-tock as the rhythm
is the backbeat,
feel that last brief wisp that color
that smile that feeling, let it sink in
mean something more than what needs done.

Don't hurry it. It comes.

the  best of melodies
with short rest -
the breathe of woodwinds
air;

conductor's
control of
movements
in  space and time

in love with
the color and smell of her

the every cymbal crashes;
the contrabass echoes
deep
the heart
       beats

heights reached
are  tender sighs
orchestral
*******

hyper-ness evolving
in me, it's hard so hard to concentrate
distress of dancing feet
I feel like  jumping up now.
But, there is work to be done,
my nails need chewing and what about all the rest
I've left stewing that is needing doing?
My hair  is a mess. I look, oh hell.
I forgot to feed the cat, again.
She is meowing, it
kinda bothers me
but,
wait, oh my!
What was I saying

might not get the numbers
but I sure do get quality of viewers,
I admire all of you
who by their names
are quality
and I have watched you do
good things
and take a minute
, even if not noticed or qualified ,
to make someone down
feel better
to those I say
I just love you
and your hearts!

quit me once!

I hated everything I ever said and did.

I went to my room, smoked

They did not help.

I saw, then, everyone,
   like an epiphany,
standing around smiling.

I smile back.,

how better
to spend the day while
she sleeps peacefully
but listening to music

the Beatles
in particularly.
Catching a glimpse
occasionally

of her beautiful
peacefulness
wondering
does she dream of me

when I hear
Good Day Sunshine
I ache

to wake her up

I admire you tree
never having to bend or look laterally or do you
doubt
your meaning?

Reaching for blue skies with limbs
leaving root digging determinity
earth drenched brown bark strong seeming
godly.

I am so blue, looking at you so calm and distant
composed with no worries only a day again to make oxygen
feeding man.

You leave and seed and sprout proud, purposed on this earth
never doubting and  so,
I would like to bow to you. Tree.

I wrote to attract people
sang  like a bird does
from a branch with  my feathers
upright
at first
when I was new out of the nest and stretching things
like a bluebird in paradise
now I am old have strutted cooed and
made several nests
I calmed down
sit now on the fence
watching all  
the young birds with strong taut
straight feathers dance and sing
on the branch by the leaf
I used to sit
on and sing
melodies wooing

Nothing is in me tonight
not fear nor excitement
nor joy or shame
just empty
shambles trying
to make something appear
out of the emptiness
like sitting at the laundromat
watching the dryer spin
and an old woman sits down
with her knitting needles and bright colored
yarns and begins
knit one pearl twos
with determination
and I adore her

to writhe a dreary tome unforgotten
play a  word one against the other
where once was love but never held
my head close enough to breast
of soft flesh near enough
to taste desire and
smell perfume her
essence in my soul
to feel a beating heart
to meld with another soul
bring my head up once to look
squarely in another's eyes then
feel my pulse rise rapidly my life
grown a reason to live more purposely.

gone learn it
this delicate complexity
of  a woman or the
English language
both seem like
my favorite subject
but both
I don't have
good luck with
might be subjects
left to mystery
and wondering abouts
instead of
trying to
figger out