Any other day
would have been fine,
I would have
pulled out
the coffee pot
and greeted you
with open arms.

I would have
served up
the sweets
and dusted off
the wing back chair.

I would have
pulled out the reefer
and told tales tall.

Any other day
I would have
put the world
on hold,
turned off
the ringer
and given you
my undying
attention.

Any other day,
but not today.

Train whistle blowin',
everybody knowin'
the time 'till the
end of days is growin'.

But the warmth
of your naked heart
embraces me,
letting me know
that everything
is going
to be alright.

To know this
is to understand
that I am here to love
and to be loved,
not to live in fear
of what is to come.

Everything is
as it should be,
leaving me
no end to see,
and infinity
becomes
the destiny.

I saw joy today,
she was peeking out
from behind yonder's wall.

A passing fancy,
a snowball's chance in hell.

Give me
what you got
then move along.

Hush now,
don't say a word,
quit pussy footin' around,

get to the heart
of the matter,
lay it on me,
don't hold
nothing back.

Unfolding
as it should,
a divine plan
run amuck...

God soldiers on
casting shame
on this ball-and-chain.

So pass the peas
and pop the corn,

kick your shoes off
and rest your mind
in the palms
of your hands.

Lean back
and gobble
the grapes
Spill the wine
along the way,
it's only
a bridge
heading
nowhere fast.

A slippery slope
sliding into
a fresh new suit,
no shackles
for bangles.

Take the free ride
with the price
of admission,
pay attention now,
that's the ticket.

Easy boy whoa,
whoa boy
easy now,
whoa boy whoa.

Looks like
I took a turn
for the worse.

I hit a fork
in the road
and caught
some kind of
Voodoo curse.

I had
the devil
in my doorway,

he was just leaning
on the bell..
I knew he
wasn't going away

until he was sure
I was going to Hell.

These February blues
I do detest,
they've taken

my happy-go-lucky
and put me
under house arrest.

My muse she flew
out the back door
and is on the run,

Screaming
over her shoulder...

it ain't a crime
to be unhappy
but it sure
isn't any fun.

Here's to you,
I'll raise my glass.
You don't lie worth shit
but I'll let that pass.

I didn't say
that it was wrong
to live on the dark side,
it just isn't for me.

I told you
what I wanted
and you told me
how you felt.

It appears that
I was just another
notch on your
yard long belt.

It's too late
to take back
the things we said,
whether they
were said in the kitchen
or said in the bed.

You're not hard
to look at,
but that just won't do,
you're poison to my system,
worse than the flu.

For a while
we were on a roll,
until it came to the point
that you asked me
to sell my soul.

You lied so much
and now you play
the old stand by card,
how you are afraid of me,
that I just make your life so hard.

But it isn't me that makes the calls,
leaving message after message,
they all start with rants,
as soon as I hear your voice
I hit save.
I don't listen later,
why I keep them
is a mystery to me.
It looks as if now
you are just some part of my history.

Yes, now things are different,
our friendship of years is dead,
still I find I need a turn-key,
one to unlock my head.

I ache for the
love of your children,
the ones that
I have known for years.
on the outside I don't cry
but on the inside
I'm full of tears.

Now that our friendship
is dead and gone
I know I have to grieve,
what I don't know
is in what way
and for how long.

Things will change,
they always do
but there is no chance
that they will change for you.

I still love you,
I love you as a friend.
But your addictions
are so bad of a sign
that killing you softly
is what comes to mind.

Yesterday, as well as today,
I miss what was,
I miss what was the good.
Your children must
be so confused,
that I  no longer come around,
but to try and keep up the game
would not be very sound.

And now I hear
through the grapevine
that you are pregnant once again.
You can't afford the ones you have,
to include another is nothing
short of insane.

Your partner lives thousands
of miles away so he can make
the money it takes
to feed and clothe the ones
already here,
while you take his checque
and spend hundreds a month on
entertaining your fair weather friends
and beer.

You kept me around
as long as I was your go- to- guy,
someone to babysit
and drive you around.

When I started saying'no'
everything changed.
Nothing will be different
until your life
is rearranged.

There became no more requests to visit,
no invites for supper.
Well that is all well and good
but for the most part
it's your children that suffer.

So it's good bye, so long,
you've cut me out of the family.
But I guess everything must come to an end.
My only hope is that you will pull
yourself together and once more
I'll be able to call you a friend.

I'm all about forgive and forget,
I'm just not there yet.
Your slap in the face
when I brought over
your Christmas gifts
and what you said to
my friends.

Just as there are always
so many beginnings,
I see that there are also
so many ends.

Inside I cry,
outside I grimace,
but it is what it is none the less.

So here's to you,
may you hold it together.
May the days you have in store
be called somewhat better.
for now let us keep
our distance,
steer clear of one another
right down to the letter.

Once you can put down the glass
and return to what is the real world,
perhaps we can talk again,
perhaps we can 'let it go'
and once more address each other as 'my friend'.

© 2013

Winter snow is so high.
to jump out into it
is to jump into the sky.

The woman downstairs
has nowhere to go
as of tomorrow.

What will the universe grant her,
what is it, does she need faith?

Spirit people floating
like snowflakes in the air.

The woman downstairs
thinks worried thoughts,
contemplating the street
and its harshness.

Could I be witnessing
a fall from Grace.

© 2011

Down under
with faceless fear.
Thunderclap
sounds wonder.
Drip,drip,
of one too many tear.

Caught
between
you and I,
a spark
burned hot.

Reaching in,
drawing back.
A bellows billows black.

I can't
wonder
where or when,
what it was we had,
and will it ever
be back again.

The long lost love
lost its luster.
Too much too soon,
Much too much
trust to muster.

You said
you didn't want
to hurt me,
but still you did.

I never wanted to hurt you,
but still I did. Some times
I can clearly see where it is that
I bring sorrow.

We bounced around
and called it fun.
We hid ourselves
not wanting to hurt,
we played the lie
and took what
we thought
was the best.

But inside now,
I see it for what it was,
it was just a curve ball
sinking fast.

Sometimes,
in my right mind,
I clearly see why
I feel the guilt
and the shame.

When your pain
or some symbol
of your grief
lay
spread eagle
over my not so picture
perfect day,
and in my
undaunted attempt to
kick your dark
memory
to the curb.


When I
can see where
I caused you sorrow,
I have to
justify it,
stop
thinking
about it,
put it...
off until tomorrow.

I sometimes wonder
if there really is
any winners
or losers
in break-ups,
or if it is only the prep work
while the chef
shouts out his or her maniacal orders.

I did once look
at my past loves,
(if you can call them that).
The only common denominator
I could come up with
as to why they didn't hold true amd work
was me..
So there I go,
who's to blame who.
That just amounts to,
That's that...

© 2013

You can changed, you've heard that said,
just listen to me, I know what you need to do.
Bring your ear down to my lips..

Listen close and then you'll know,
it won't be before you up and blow,

that goddam green eyed monkey away.
Shoot it square in the head,
right between those beady eyes.

Leave it there,
leave it for dead,
and dead is where it's going to stay.

You could never give it away,
and you can't to this day,
but you can't take any more..
you have to even the score.

No wearing your heart
on the cuff of your sleeve.
You've got to give your self
some room to breathe.

You could never give it away,
and you can't to this day.
You can't give what you don't own,
it was taken from you along time ago.

Taken away when you were very young,
and repeatedly stolen when you reached out to touch it.

How you  shut yourself down,
it's a wonder in its self,
was this the only way to cope with what was..

if you were at least able to give
half as good as you get
you wouldn't crave all the time
making you the misfit those thought you were.

It hasn't been with much in the way of style
that you have let your teardrops fall,
it's been a while
since you had the real thing,
it's been a long long time
since you just let loose
and had a good hard cry...
even longer since you let your heart sing.

Every time you find something that you say 'is to die for',
it up and dies on you. I think it's time for that righteous cry.
Just let it loose, don't wait for the tide.

Cold and lonely
this life you've been living,
perhaps it's time to take a day trip,
rent a car and drive on out of here.

Maybe make it a weekend and go for broke,
hell take a week and drive on out to the other coast.

Stop asking your self
how can you grow up
when you are a child of God,
just remember all the times you were able to hold on when life was so hard..

So kiss those dreams and set them free.
If you could wouldn't you just trust in the Universe
and set those things that are yours to begin with free,
free to come back ten-fold.

Life is too short,
that says it all.
But it doesn't mean at times
it won't be a long hard crawl.

Don't you just carry your light
in to another room.
We can't be here for the bare bones,
The daily bread you think you have to buy
in the supermarket.

If that's the case
I would just lay down and die,
right here, right now.

There is so much more that meets the eye.
If it isn't just a nice day it's someone helping someone in a good, kind way.

I set my own traps and after I learn that... it will be time to move on.

end  


© 2013

You and your lover
are quick to give the sign
that you are okay in their books.
While you pepper up my girlfriend
with words of me not so kind.\

I have done my utmost to be polite,
and even that one night when we were drinking,
you were laughing your asses off.. was that play-acting?

I don't find your need to use bi-sexual humor for every second joke
to be anything but in need of a good therapy group, perhaps you can find help there.

You didn't even have the balls to confront me face to face... no, no you chose to be two-faced.
You chose to talk to OUR mutual friend about some problem you are having with me...
.Couldn't you hear her scream out under pressure of a new job and not much time to spend with friends and family... how self-absorbed are you... man when you told me you were in your 30's I thought you were an adult. All you've managed to do is hurt feelings and demand like a little child that you wan t your all-mighty will to be carried out.... Well guess what pal.. this fella wants some coin if you want him to play a part... better yet.. just go fuck yourself.



© 2013

Fill the basin
to half full,
cram them in to
white bubbly soapy
HOT water.

Too hot for hands
and a dish cloth...
wait, write a poem.

Have a cup of coffee
and pat myself
on the back
for doing three things
all in the same bunch of moments.

What can be said,
you dig in...
Shit, water's still to hot.

Pour myself another coffee
and daydream about
a new Dish Washer,
one where I can hind them suckers
and have a clean counter.


© 2013

brain freeze,
cock tease,
ham and cheese.
,
try to do what you please.

If the world
was my cloister,

I can't get away
as i sit here
and I think
and i realize
I don't know a lot
of anything.

All I thought I knew
was a lot of nothing.


With the world as my cloister.

It leaves me thousands of miles to move
but I can't escape that
the world is my cloister.

If it were true
and the world was mine,
there would be more chanting than ranting,

Less greed and more charity.

If the world was my cloister,
vision and empathy would be
King and Queen.

Hurt and suffering would abide side by side
with love, grief and joyfulness.

What do you do in a cloister with so many people..
You try and live together.

You try and dream together.


© 2013

If at first you don't succeed... refrain from skydiving

I feel so lonely
after the setting sun.
Just like some lead
in a spagetti western,
holed up above the saloon,
feeling those four walls
are keeping me from running free.

I have to slam the door
'cause I'm going down
to see what I can see.

I like  a little here and I like a little there,
I ain't no smooth operator and swag's just another tag
to try and get the young ones 'cause usually the older knows better.



© 2005

Isolation pushes me out,
yes, it's nice to meet other people.
But when the stones start flying
I'm at the end of my block,
but on the other hand,
I can really love hard,
I can love harder than a rock.

While you were feeling
a bit like a head trip
I must admit
I wanted a few benefits
with that friendship.

You don't have to tell me baby,
it was going no where,
I guess it's true..
' in love and war.. all is fair'.

All I wanted was
to have some fun
'cause if it isn't any fun,
then I'm long gone.

You know baby
it hasn't been fun for a very long time.
Now when it's down to hanging with you
it makes me fell like I'm dying.

So what's so hard about blowin' you off,
be by myself and collect my thoughts.
That's what's been missing all along.
So it's bye-now...so long.

I imagine this and I imagine that,
hanging with you
sure does lack,
so the deck is stacked
and my bags are packed.

You rub me wrong, yes you do,
and I rub you the wrong way too.
You are who you are.. ain't no margin for error,
just don't come crawling back
like some god- awful  night terror.

© 2000

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I look to the past
and I am reminded
of how my father
abused his lungs
for a buck and twenty years.

The only thing he has to show for it
is a small pension, a Seiko watch
and an oxygen tank.

At 84 his mind is keen
but he can't even water the flowers
without losing his breath.

Every year that passes
he says it's going to be his last.
He just sent me his engraved watch
telling me it's a keepsake.

When the dealer has dealt
his last hand, I want to be there,
like it was when I was a kid
and I didn't even know what
'pour me two fingers' meant.

All he says to me now is
"don't hang your head in shame,
hold your head high
when you come face to face
with your maker".

© 2012


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Shaman Shaman
bury me
under a starlit sky
beside a sinless tree.

Commend my Soul
to the vastness above,
bathe me, cleanse me,
lift me high on the wingtip of the Dove.

Of my talents
and possessions I leave here on Earth,
scatter them, share them,
bearing witness of  new birth.

If others must judge my worried past,
fill their hearts with love and kindness.
The gifts of Spirit
that hold true and fast.

And for those for whom I have cared
that have gone before,
please have them stand in ready
to open the door.

© 2012


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I'm going
down
to the local
bar
to see
one of
the toilets.

I'm goin' to
try and be
a star..
See if the shoe fits.

I'm goin'
to find
a beat

whether
it's crap
or rap.

I'm
goin' to
put my hands
in my armpits
and shout it out
'cause it'll be about
something,
even if it's the shits.

Every time
I hear the phrase
'Hip Hop'
I think of Easter
being on its way.

(hippitty-hoppitty)

I'm going to call me
Vanilla not so nice,

The whitey
who rolls them dice,
don't get caught in no trap
like those other mice.

Hell, now I'm flippin' house's,
what a way to land on your feet..
and I still hear my songs on the radio..
...not often mind you.

Lot's of people make mistakes
while others get some breaks.

Now I may have said
some things to get your
tail feathers up..
but don't you worry about me,
I can take the blow-by-blow.
It could be a lot worse you know.

I could be some numb nuts like David Allan Coe.

I could leave this one to rest
because it's most clearly
not one of my best

But it woke me up one morning
and I had to right it down..


© 2012

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You can just
get out of my face.

Your response to
some one not liking you,
is to not like them back.

Here's a thought,
why don't you try
changing the way you act.

You may be a friend of a friend
but that alone does not garner respect.

I call you 'Tomorrow' because
that's when I want to see you
and every body knows
tomorrow never comes.

You had better hope
that some of the things
that you say come back to haunt you
because nowadays not too many
even what to say boo to you.


© 2012

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Some
get stressed
over the very small.

Like they 'can't stand the heat from the kitchen,'
so they leave only to jump from the 'frying pan in to the fire'.

If any one is going to pull my strings,
that would be me.

Although I do..   ...one thing you can't call me is a liar.
I've given them the benefit of the doubt,

You told me to trust them,
then I had to yank my fore-hand
up to the bridge of my nose
so as to stop them from poking
me in my own two eyes
with their own two fingers.

.yuckyuck....end


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to hold the universe
    i left my mind        
and
the edge of spirit
                      became the
                       boundary line.
   the whole
                       is hidden
                                     in the darkness.


i die to live
    with the hope
over having hold over angels..

yesterday, i courted your way...
believing that the riseing ashes
would bring an unimaginel glory.

Now, once again
i'm  on a mission.

now i can move ahead,
   not staying home in stead.

what do  you do.. you do it well.  you
live and learn,
be pulled this way and to be pulled that way.
and what's the alternative.... lay down a die.

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