I've found joy in an overgrown field,
I've felt the profound in heightened places.
I've taken shelter under the oaks shield-
When afternoon wields
The rays upon our faces !

If I could save you my dear,
From this sinking suburban summer,
I would do it in love with fear-
If only to halt you from losing one more tear,
And we'd fly from this perpetual ******.

We'd leave these shopping plazas in our wake,
And travel through the spaces only from above seen.
It may after all be a foolish mistake,
And we like selfish human's leave nothing and take,
So we steal the sights with eyes keen.

One minute to a shopping mall,
Two to the gas station !
Seconds to leave it all-
And if we deny the call-
Our lives risk stagnation!

The world may drown because of it,
And the air become to fowl to breath.
And all the lovely verse would be forfeit,
And All the fables we will forget,
So to the ocean our civilization we heave.

And I'd forget it all,
All the things that I knew.
And I'd forget it all,
To only remember the thought of you.

A fruit of passion
Ripe and sweet
Such compassion
Such defeat

The lure of love
Can greatly bother
When the one to love
Is in love with another

And one must watch
The joy slip by
And one will catch
Water in their eyes

And one must go
When it is easy to stay
And one must roe
Themselves away

I feel an emotion
But not one I can define
What is this commotion
That resides in my mind
Pain and pleasure each intertwined
Or two of a separate kind

Little gnat that buzzes 'round,
Persistently posed in front of my pondering,
Never caring if I smile or frown,
Just glad (I think) to intrude my wondering.

Do you know I work nightly ?
Morning dove with song so sweet,
The song so sweet would cease shortly
If you had not taken to wing, but to feet.

In my soul nature still holds true,
But what would Wordsworth understand
Reclining in glistening dew,
What nature has made of this man.

My mother was worn down
By another fleeting frantic morning
My brother bounced 'round
And erupting with around
Earned himself another scorning

I lay between sleeping soundlessness
And wakeful motion
And me in my restfulness
So comfortable and not yet dressed
Was committed to my devotion

To be obstinate through disruptions
ignoring the turmoil of my mother
my brother's scheming decptions
His  boiling youthful eruptions
the sounds of smacks that fell upon my brother

And me now stiring
Smiled at the swelling scene
And now aware of what was occurring
Laughed with senses keen
And still not prepared
To intervene
Stretched and stared
At the battered fiend

Green tea, ginsing and honey
If you love me we'll need no money
Cinnamon, rosemary and thyme
We don't have much time

We are ingredients
In a delicious stew
Add a little me
Add a little you

We are the steam
Rising from the ***
Drifting up and up
To the nostrils we waft

Shall we bake awhile
And solidify as one
And we could enter in style
When the meal is done

For we are the sweet
After the first consumed
And our love lives brief
Then is doomed

Oh, were my soul a metronome
And hers a beat playing over mine,
Yes I would, yes I would,
Nod my head and feel the time.

Oh, were my  love jazz in the evening
And I a listener reclined,
I would by multitudes start understanding
The preciousness  of her kind.

Oh, were my love softly playing
Against an evening everlasting
I would forever listen
To my loves endless broadcasting.

Oh, were my love a symphony
And I a stringless harp,
I would rise above the din
But fall flat while others sharp.

If i were to take of the angels share
The unattainable liquor of that batch,
And to you present a drought pure and fair,
In hopes for you to compel  a barred latch;
Would you to me reveal what within lives,
Unconditionally with no thought of clauses.
I most certainly would have love to give,
And would not dream to idle at all by pauses.
We will waver wherever all loving long day
Only few words spoken, agreements to say.
So be that we are not right cognitive,
It matters not for it is a life lived.

I want to surround myself
With loving people
Who lift me up
When I'm feeling feeble.

I want friends who love,
That embrace me tight
When my daily activities
Elicits a fight-or-flight.

I want to bond,
I want to spill my truths,
I want to hear your struggles
Wether they're old or in their youth.

I want to know
That we're not together
In our loneliness,
Together alone forever.

I want to remember
Or experience for first
How a flowing love
Can quench my thirst.

I want to support,
I want you to know
That I will always be here
Wether you're high or low.

And if it is
That you can not see
I'll lend you my eyes
And bear your misery.

And if it is
You can not walk
Then I'll sit by your side
And together we'll talk.

And if it is
You can not soar
I'll give you my wings
Because i receive much more.

You're my friends
And I hope you call me the same
And as at the beginning, as at the end,
I'm glad you came.

And the cold was shaken
And the silence was broken
And the world was created,
Without a word spoken

When the heat drew back
And the lights dimmed
The black returned
And seeped back in

Here I recline in suppressed eagerness
Trying so dearly to quite my wandering thoughts;
Oh, how they race drawing hopelessness 
From what my actions have bought.

From the self same source comes my anxiousness,
As does my unrelenting doubt,
You're at once a rain of irreproachable loveliness,
And an impenetrable drought.

Oh, do not think me absent or unkind
For I hold the greatest interest,
But it seems I'm hopelessly blind
Even to the greatest insistence.

And if it were so easily accomplished
I would speak my truest intentions,
And my hesitancy would be abolished 
And there would be just one loving dimension.

When the kerosene lamp has heated the room,
The vapor with whiskey mixing producing pungent perfume,
Then I'll come to you in the dying light
To embrace you with corded muscles winding tight.

I'll taste your lips,
Dance my fingers across your hips,
Caress your stubbled chin,
Feel the heat radiating from your skin.

I'll bury my nose in sheaves of golden hair,
And breath, breath and be breathed, without care.

And even the slightest shift elicits a thrill of pleasure,
While time slips becoming impossible to measure.

The woolly violet was never one for monogamy,
Ask her suitors, the honey and bumblebee.

Just as soon as one suitor is done,
Out on the air buzzing another one comes.

A symbiosis, a quid pro quo,
It is natural for lovers to come and go.

I shall not need your affection
At the end of it all
I shall know no affliction
When my new love calls

I would not be the man
That stands here today
And I've done all I can
But that's no reason to stay

So if ever you find
The one I fell for
Pay me a mind
And come in my door

And if ever you feel
At need or in tragedy
Come and steal-
Away and visit me

Stuck to the screen watching from the side- them floating so free in that sunrise
I could have been then on chances whim
But my wings have been torn by helpless should-have-beens

Almost civil, seen some kindness,
Seen some hate and many tragic fates,
Seen my love with the wind smiling
Relieved and light of weight.

Thanks for the butterflies( they've flown before)
So many dimensions betheith the skin
Millimeters of image, careless of change,
Suffering to suffer, sinning to sin

I am a reflection of all that I have known
And though I inch on with grief;
In quite desperation, I will find my catalpa
And gorge myself on it's leafs

And when the trees droop low,
Find me a branch, others may have known,
And in the silence hear phantom wings laughing,
Crazy in elation, they have flown, they have flown

Have I not written a single sincere line,
Before, it all came with effort forced
Or, in absence of one that could endorse
These sentiments given-free of mine.
But now i believe that I could speak free
And be listened to with full attention,
And it is no doubt my every intention
To return the favour of her gifted glee.
If i must sleep then i must die,
But to spend an evening ever repining
When before me this lovey sun is shining
Begs to question the very reason why.
Be still you fool, my heart of mine
It is with a purpose we are here
To live in the living present
With the ones you love near.

...

And when I am a nerve .
Bare and vulnerable
With words serve
A felling comfortable
You're of a like to me
And I myself in you
Guide me make me see
For me it's all so new
I feel your presence
Like the temperate breeze
A flower blooming in pleasance
Opening with ease.
I could spend hours
Amongst this flower
My head so far above
There is no power
In which we should cower
For all we need is love

...

Oh, Light up the moon my love
Light up the moon and see
That all heavenly bodies
Exist in reflection of thee

Oh, raise the dawn my darling
Raise  the dawn and find
That all these insecurities
Exist only in the mind

Oh, stay strong my sweet
Stay strong today
My love I give to thee
In all charitable ways

Not words nor actions
Could adequately display
The love I feel
Each and every day

So light up the moon my love
Raise the dawn and see
That you are my universe
Containing all things dear to me
...

I could have a platue of green pastures
On the loftiest of mounts
But I would be in her company
In liue of golden founts
And if it is she went away
I'd mark the time with bated breath
And if it surpassed but a day
I'd mark me empty with nothing left
I could praise in all convieable ways
The beauty of which she possess
But it would all pale and certainly fail
From what reality undresses
Have not worry nor restrain
But take comfort here in my embrace
I Feel not doubt or pain
When I look upon your face
I could stay awhile and with a smile
Forget these worlds of ours
And how he mocks the minding clock
Chiming upon the hours.
Other lovers swinging with their fist
With a waton force
But by chance they miss
And find purchase in remorse
But our hands are not for violence
But for caring touches
And if one of us were beaten
We'll be the others crutches
...

I've seen some love fail hard and soft
From a scratch or a killing blow
And some may casually  scoff
When i say mines aloft and theirs not so.
They'll call me a naive fool
And bound to fall,
I'll respond in certainty
That our love conquers all.
Her happiness, her happiness,
It happens to be,
The greatest thing
That matters to me.
To see them eyes the least bit teary
What a constant fear!
I'll strive until i grow, grow ever weary
To dry the smallest tear.
She brings me elation
With the selfsame caring heat
The sun brings to everything
Underneath his celestial seat
I have not lived until i loved;
Not like a child in apprehension,
But one the comes with reassurance
And with the purest of intentions.
I’ve had some moments
Of lasting regret
But in this moment
I do not fret.
It comes easy
When we speak
And my passion here
Is never meek
I'll love you
To the very end
Whether as a darling
Or a friend.

There is a meter that all the poets will master
It is the meter of the great poet Shackspeare
While learning they will devolpe a love grown fast
And will sometimes cry a drop of salty tear

I find it traditional and quite stale
I find it confining and quite a jail


That's why I broke the meter in two

And done did
         What I
Do
One and one
Two and two


     This poem is nothing









BOO !!!

What am I to do with the time I am giving
The clock is the hand that chooses my path
My past behind to the future I'm driven
But my feet have been stayed by society's wrath

Four years have I sat in the seat you sit there
Watching the arm go 'round without a care
With the sun on the horizon, and me unprepared
The hope of success seems hopelessly rare

The ink has dried, the script is writ
No matter how hard, no matter the grit

What will the wills of another force me to do
Predestined to be forgotten I'm filled with sorrow
Opportunity lost and for the once the blame is not on you
Alas the sun is down, I must await the morrow

Whatever toil I must endure, whatever weight I must bare
Whatever demon I must conqour whatever dark I must stare
I will do what I will do to recieve my fair share
The prospect of failure seems hopfully rare

The ink has dried the script is writ
And I know not where my part will fit
I will not be denied
No matter how hard, no matter the grit

How are you ?
Well I'm doing rather well-
Yes I'm heaven after hell!
Yes I'm the sun-
At the dawn of spring!
Yes I'm the pigeon-
That in the mornings sings!
Yes I'm the church bell-
That on the hour rings!
Yes rather well

Under a blanket of stars
Under an orange haze
That was the most brilliant
Of our loving stage

With the same old pair of eyes
I glimpse the outside through the blinds
Not a single chance of a thought
Had purchase in our minds

We sat barred against our consignment
Defiant of the dawn
Chasing memories before
They had a chance to be gone

Loving the evening hours
When chaos slept under linen
I knew we were to end
Before we were beginnin’

But it was an affair pure
Was it not
I’d spend it all again
Without a thought

Life moves on
With or without you
And it's not what we did
But what we do

I should not mourn
Or remember this moment
When my minds eye
Is gazing at the firmament

I wished you love
You promised to stay
We stumbled sometimes
Did  lose our way

Of all these things
That could have been
They must end in the now
Instead of a further then.

Well it seems like the fourth time around

And I'm at it again

With the jangle of Dylan

Growling in my head

And all my Cathy's

Now call themselves Kate's

And my little paradise withers

As shadows bloom at the gates

I speak with Kerouac and Cassady

We've all missed our departure

In a hairy spot at the seminary

Surrounded by devout tonsures

I look for the soul with certainty

Not in those bricks placed level

I seek in the grass for my angels

And to my friends for the devil's

They meander somewhere off into a sumit

And fade into the metallic racket

I know the air will thin and degrees plummet

We pray that they've both brought a jacket

I catch a ride with a pal of mine

I think he knows me well

We laugh, we remember, all crazy smiles

But even now I can never tell

I lay me down on an unkempt bed

To sleep just to dream of you

I thought I understood just one

I thought I thought I knew

Oh, were my love to stay away,
I would not know what I feel.
And if it were she may stay,
I would find if it is real.

But she was gone for a spell,
Is it alone I feel this loving splendor ?
And if it is I can not tell,
Do, to my feelings, I surrender ?

Oh, were my love to stay away,
I would not know what I feel.
But if she were to stay a day,
To her, my heart would be revealed.

And here lay the change
Nowhere to hide
The road to Canaan my friend
On the river Jordan's other side


But the current too swift
And the present so real
8 a.m., 8, 512s
Yet still- still i can feel


Divided in a wilderness of cruel thought
Ostracized  from the promised land
Reaching for vice or companionship
Either one as likely to fill the hands


‘Nother dreary morning
Cigarettes and morning dew
But i don’t smoke anymore
And haven’t a patience eyes clue


Days a blur as they tend to be
3 am 105 on 44
The windshield skewed by expectations
With both my foot and promises on the floor


Can you sustain the sorrows rain
Can you love when the dopamine dips
Or are we but addicts in search for a come up
Seeking comfort from a liars lips


Will they fall from you
Freely formed, not meant to be
Or will we drown in conditions
Suffocated by utter policy


Can only the selfish love
With bright eye opposition
Falling like hard rays of sun
On fragile constitutions


Is there deeper meaning
Our morals like a northern star
But the morning came in like a freight train
Carrying our expectations a continent far


It’s a long road to Arcadia my friend
And maybe we're east of Eden
But a wandering soul is hoping
While the certain is still dreaming

Gone was the lance leaved tree,
Whose darling greens lastly arrive
And are first to depart,
Heralding the turn in all alive.

The winter I found joy 
In the pages of a book 
But now it comes to me
In the babbling of the brook.

In December the bitter wind besieged 
Every inch of barren ground,
Now the days are soon to be
Warm breezes when spring comes around.

Tulips burst forth like missiles
 In Verdant fields of morning dew,
The time of dying is over, rebirth,
A time for everything new.

And here I am
On the eve of spring 
My elation returning 
Much like geese on wing.

I've gave them the slip
And the please don't call
If you got a number
scratch it off my wall

Took my Rio to Georgia
Georgia to Ouachita
Heard a hundred voices
Yours loudest of them all

Held my soul in St Francois
Those gentle mountain roams
Seen the meaning there
But could not bare it home

Hold myself here any longer
I will never feel the same
Just a two bit wanderer
A face without a name

I touched the turbulent sky on parchment paper wings,
Crashing to the morning mist engulfing me in those terrible tresses.
Oh, how a constant echo of sorrow rings
And everything is wicked that reality undresses.

And I ever long for that open abode,
Where those in flight soar peacefully
But my feelings are suppressed and the worst stowed
And I hold myself down with the weight of me.

Look upon those clouds, carelessly they drift,
Much like my thoughts they disappear
And now that radiating rift
Well, it was never so near.

I grow old but remain so young
My naivety is a razor, recurring and unrighteous.
How many sentiments has my heart sung
I know this one is over and any effort gratuitous.

I wish we could fly to the south of France
There we would laugh, love and dance,
But like everyday and overnight
There fades in and out the light.

These romantic stories fail
And all my rights reveal my wrongs
We find it dying like the last ringing chord
Of two lovers sharing a sad song.

A little lady with golden shimmering sheaves,
In and out, in and out she tours
Out the door she gently leaves,
And in she comes back once more.

A man of no consequence stands
In one place never moving,
Except when his hair demands
That it needs some smoothing.

Poles apart it seems,
Proximity of the highest degree,
A thought only in dreams,
When will they both see.

In and out, in and out she goes
Leaving auras of glowing light,
He not knowing as he tip toes
That his love his just and right.

Infatuation a feeling that wrenches,
A thought far above,
He his destined to inhabit the benches,
While others fall in love.

I hit a patch of ice (in paradise)
And off the path I went
Into the ditch (where they pitch)
Their little hobo tents.

And on a whim (I lived with them)
They were happy, I was sad,
They sat by fire (having little desire)
Enjoying what they had.

I stayed around (kept what I found)
And learned to smile again,
But in time felt a clown (made no sound)
Subsisting in my landed glen.

The wind blew free (it sang for me)
In natures subtle harmony.
Varied keys (through the trees)
It sang with sincerity.

I mingled there (in their care)
Those forgotten folk
Now here I am (doing all I can)
To finally end and croak.

I'll make a garden of all that progresses,
For this is an animate ground
Where there the celestial gaze hovered, granting leave for fruits to bear;
All things grow of Its engendering stare.
And unto me Apollo gifted his sacred fire
For me to gift to you this natural desire
For all little subsisting qualities
Of this rock sailing the stars in ellipsies.
Now here's that temporal tyrant
Calling those nearing their end to their end,
And how the poets cry out in sorrow
For those that feel the bite if his shrill wind,
But cry not and this sentiment evoke:
That the must conclude will again begin.
Here in my mind a thought awoke
That we shall never end.

In my recollection we fancied the world ours;
We'd roam in desolate streets spending hours
In the dark, searching for shinning smiles to meet,
Looking for softly carpeted flats to have a seat.
Now we shelter ourselves in defeat,
Now we are but cowards.
...
Through the leaves down past the willow,
Up the creeping vine and slipping in the window,
Fragranced air comes to rest on my pillow.

Under the darkest shade of those trees
I glimpse a separate part of me;
He's wreathed in ecstasy.

I see me in the brightly feathered peacock forest
Roaming with that wind that the autumnal season sends.
Here he's happened on the rodents den,
Here it plummets without any foreseeable end.
...
Now I sit on stoep
Smoking my sins
Perhaps this is a loop
Is this where I've been?

There in that dishonest place,
Enthralled in that liquids hard embrace
I gazed on truths countenance
And was dubious of high romance.

Oh, me of mine
Farther than before
I lead myself
From the shore.

This vessel wanes I worry lest we waste the rest.
Look yonder the water how it begins to crest.

And what a vapid water did it look
At my first glance,
And now swelling in anger
Drowns recompenses fighting chance.

Give my best and better yet
Calm my worse for wear,
But I'd rather die then try
And forget my fairy fears.


Let me go among the grass
Somewhere north of here
And I will lay me down to rest
And lay the rest to bare


Give me little reasons
To change my pathos gray
Hang a rainbow in folds about me
And leave me painted in a happy way


Lay your kindness at their feet
Like little lilies come to grow
And they will put their heel into the earth
And beg of you to sew


Give to them a happy thought
And all that they think will be of you
But if that misery is all you brought
They'll think a thought brand new
...
And all I can do
Is all that I can
But the world is too cruel
And left to better men
And all that I did
Was what I thought right
But they day is too short
And long is the night
And my breath is too weak
And my mind is not mine
And everything is worry
And nothing is fine

Into the eternal echo of the night;
On orange street light Lanes
A gathering of men in hazy sight,
There on avenues of cloudy disposition
Tis Me and Mine, musing- meandering on wing at flight.

In winter rooms with corridors of winter feelings
We slouch uncertainty blue,
We rise to put our ears to the ceiling
To try to hear what is true.

With reality rattling in my head
I step between the home of man and the nature of man,
I can't remember all that she said,
But I remember holding her hand.

What is real and what is not
Is never what I truly sought.

Just to know you're there
Someone to truly care .

On orange street light Lanes
My love timidly wanes.

There’s rumor in the mountains streams
Speaking from the sterling springs,
First heard by the magnolias in brief display
With whom I rested as brief a day.

That even still when the frost is gone
That frigid way still flows,
An icy mirror for the moon
It twinkles in the roes.

Red morning fire looks upon that cascading course
Making amber out of polished stone-
And there above the mossess happily endorse
The deadwood and the rock nearest that source,
As if spring lingered in this dell alone.

And at first it will leap
To those little stream bottoms
To carpet the forest
In premonition blossoms

And call to the wind
All fresh with morning dew
To run through the sun soaked pines
Bringing their sharp perfume to you




And here and there and everywhere
We can find the boughs growing or complete
Lightly graced with silver emerald
With wild ferns at their feet

Here in these sheltered valleys
Spring never seems too far
For the lack of interference
Finds flowers in the stars

And here spring stopped a day
Before it’s great pursuit
But yet again wherever i go
Its procession, taking root.

And the waves break the same,
I’ve died a thousand times before
And before the river runs,
Die a million more.

And just as those shake-shiver plains-
April left wet with worry again,
It finds us longing for the westerly breath
Breaking on the Mississippian main.

Though if I a sail, to steady and guide my bass,
And weather forever in my favor,
In any direction i could cast
For want of better endeavor.

Then I would float a fleeting water:
A losing stream, to only reappear,
And there on moss strung wood hang my worries
And I myself disappear.

There fountains I’d lay
With idol dolomite rubble,
And work the clay with sand
But accrue not any trouble.

And in peace together,
Me and my natural mistress
Could toil until the workings done,
In privacy from a witness.

There in the crescent fountains
Lit lowly by the lanterns of the night,
Dark shades of green, the watercress,
Frigid cold but waiting springs delight.

There I could make a home
Far from the anxious gray
And in the stream lie
And gently float away.

And in the world be welcomed
And be welcoming to the world
And have not thin Nations fluttering
But only ****** Petals unfurled

Was when water wet the earth
And the leaves were all ablaze
Met with a gift of health
In a morning's misty haze

I stumbled to the dawn
Or did it roll to me
Plastered on pageantry
Wreathed in misery

Rolled on to the rhyolite
Held a cigarette to defend
And in the morning, rays of joy
Silhouetted in the shrill wind

What a wild child
Laughing in the breeze
Little loves of mine
This one to the knees

Eyes like dissonance
Altering with the sight
Shades of mountain mornings
In crystals of autumn light

So let us live
Before we die
And when it's over
Let's gently cry.


But I lack these embracing arms
Waking up to lonely alarms.


I see it etched in nature
In seas of swaying barley,
And I all have is a constant scrimmage
That I can't escape, not hardly.


And I see it in the mower's
Swinging locomotion,
Time blinks its eye
So ending his reaping motions.


I see it in the weeds
That have reclaimed,
Growing wild
Where once was tame.


I've become stagnant
Tired of this placement,
My desires and my vices
Stand adjacent.


In its well failure looms,
Let me clean my life,
I run to rectify my room
But it all ends in strife.


I dare not smile,
Life gets so lonely,
When it seems I've a friend
I find Im my one and only


The days grow shorter
With a gasping wind
I’m in the dead of my winter
No friend their coat to lend.


Im my heart
I have grown quiet
And my feelings
They fall silent.


I see it here
In these dusty rooms,
These people of little remorse,
Waiting for an end soon.


I've fallen so
And where does my path end
Needing  to go
But staying again.


An American ego
A living contemporary
Dying slowly
Below his luminaries.


So let us live
Before we die
And when it's over
Let's gently cry.


But I lack these embracing arms
Waking up to lonely alarms.

Those at your wandering fingertips in the morning
Will be with crippled heart at noon
Or heavy on the mind in the evening
With memories reflected off the moon.

And on our lips yesterday
In the hardpress of youth
We thought we joined an answer
Or maybe breathed some truth.

Could’ve had a love cupped in the hands
Or one of prospect, yet to see when out to sea,
But i can’t readily sail my sunken hopes
Nor easily someone else pretend to be.

All i hold is cradled in tired palms
The soft earth clenched with fingers found
They could point to any horizon
But instead search endless in the ground

...

We have no worth
And the useless marooned
For there is no safety
In a boundless room

Midnight creeps on the water
As it stalks in us all
Victims of our fears
That rises as we fall

Seen a sister stray from the shore
Leaving me in the canary reeds
Where the calm water can think
And the dragon fly feeds

And i heard the chorus frogs
Though quiet they might be
When compared to the universe
But not quite to me.

…

Blindeye and optimistic
Like every love before
Sailing into an endless void
Forfeiting firm and famous shore

And i burn little memories
Keeping my position light lit
But how the wind makes it tremble
In defiant but foolish fits.

I seen you in my future
You saw me out your door
And I haven’t a paddle
Amidst an oceans roar

But i have an idea
That i can never be bound
For i live before the end
But you live for the ground.