Why are all poems that consider love filled with boys and girls....I am your man and you my woman...and as such we both know what we want.

If I had but one spell left to cast
I couldn't waste it on myself
I wouldn't change the past.
I'd cook such a potent peaceful brew... I'd offer it to you because I know you'd pass up the chance, to have your wildest dreams come true, Instead have your sister by your side, hand in hand with you.

Up a hollow in the hills of the Angels....into hunter gatherer morphed. 'Neath the caverns of decomposed granite they bathe in the waning glory of Helios' eyes. Under Artemis' watch two reapers sling Kaiser blades in the full moonlight.  The matins harvest...tribute to the God and Goddess of light.  Tomorrow night the rest is ours!

For the only star in my blackened sky but she's absconded with my soul one more time!

Woke from a dream in a dream woke again thinking it was a dream but but then it hit me....it's this nightmare, my HP reality

And the Limo gest keeps driving further and further, faster and faster away from ANu truth.  A maniacal little red bird driving fast.... real fast...in the hills of northern California.  And me on foot with my butterfly net trying to catch it.

Bubba says make tartare of venison but I'm not quite so sure... how bout we just cook it blue and finish off with lemon juice.  Saltpepper, add cumin and some garlic....then I can eat it too.

Our journey thru life is a tight rope.... Those that make it to the mountain on the other side mostly employ the aide of a long balance pole

Very few navigate the walk freehand free of constraints filled with elation
these are gifted old souls on the last leg of the path to illumination.

The trick for the rest if us is to lengthen our crutch equally, both ways.  Too much of anything is detrimental to the spirit, it causes delays.

So good luck on your journey, I wish you well....when will I see you, who knows only time will tell

Yes it is true I am the Reaper...but I don't seek your soul, I harvest your smile. Don't want your spirit but I do love your style.
Won't want your sins, I prefer a win-win.
Don't crave your blood,
Cleaning up's such a dud.
I just need the laughter, the butterflies in your chest, the look in your eyes that's sighs..."you're the best".

I am an ancient soul older than the firmament and the stars.  Its almost time to go home now but there's still resistance as my spirit's eye has become accustomed to this physical realm and the poet in me longs to  disclose all the secrets I hold from my thousands of lives.

What is it?
Never happens to me!
Quite the opposite,
I can't keep up with
the storm of words in
my head constantly screaming..
"Let me out"

Cuando el culo quiere juete, él mismo lo solicita

My heart fluttered today
caught a Lyft and flew away....it went to go find you.

Cerveza
Brew
Beer
Ale
Lager
Pilsner
Pale ale
India Pale Ale
Brown Ale
White
Wheat Ale
Malt liquor
Stout
Bock
Dopplebock
Triple Bock
Lambics....should I go on about beer.?

Is not always nice...as much as it could sing of love it should also scream of hate.  It should make one laugh...and also want to die.  I'll not put the real me in separate compartments to hide and show as I please. This and truth are who I and that's enough for me.

El que come huevo sin sal
Come mierda sin pensar.

My man.....¡Eli!.... "Ey...write a poem about my Ryobi set...I gotta sell it Holmes"......
.tell em I got blades bits I got everything...18 volt....

You know you're a lion right....and a tiger...one of the earth.
To justice, kindness and love
My ligress gives birth.

I am the iron dog fabled for the ferocity of his loyalty but who needs and craves the warmth and compassion of the gentle beast.

I am also a scorpion....what sign are you?

an investment of moments inspired is required as the clock begins to sprint and before our essence has expired

value exists as momentum gathers essentially easing our gravity and slowing the hands running out of control

these credits this currency a wealth of it indeed to transcend time space and self is all that we need.

1.  Noun.....  A capital crime committed by a retching wretched wretch or two.

2.  Noun .......A pseudonym for
the US treasury

3.  Noun........projectile of *****
post perfidy

Lay beside me ....relax and close your grey-blue eyes.... fingers teasing your golden hair so lightly as warm breaths roll from your wholesome ear down to your neck and nape.  Lost am i in your hills and valleys where my language speak is golden tongue.  Seeking refuge in your cave of love, languishing lapping sipping from the sweet sweat your womb exudes.

All day!  Shaka brah!

No le de cuerda a ese loco que si poco se acuerda de toda la mierda que esconde debajo las piedras y cuidado no lo friege pa que no le muerda por no haberle dado la cuerda recuerda.

Epiphany at Starlight right? In and out of Dreams Twilight. Caged inside a cell my mind, I pause reset unwind. Reality reflects the mood so much the heart the soul and mind are touched. Begrudged for non-complacent views, firm I stand when Spirits sense the silent truth. Vindicated by my own God's eye, light and love engulf  me now, the hate I've dealt the world resigns.

there's a door
inside my mind
I use it to travel
through time
you have one too
look for the handle
when you're feeling blue

turn the handle left
to see your childhood
turn it right you'll see
what future generations
look back on
clear as the day
not dark as the night

so grab that handle
let's take a flight
I'll hold your hand
if you like ....real tight
no need to worry
no need to fight
the past, the future,
the world is yours tonight

Creeping in....can't let it win...got too much to do ...pack my tools.... arrange Bubba's schedule for the next 6-8 weeks, clean the filth out of my garage from these last days of pretending to be ok and just leaving everything in disarray.  There's a Star that can make me smile but she won't look down at me so I'll frown until I can sneak another peek.

Sometimes when I don't stroke those curvy girls for a while, they wail when I do.

Rub a dub dub me and Bubba in the tub making mud.  Scrub scrub scrub so we won't be such grubs.

I've become the penny
we've all thrown away,
tarnished scratched and worthless in the world today

Don't try to find me
I'm already gone....
....in someone else's
pocket in a world
gone wrong.  

Don't try to save me
I'm already lost
underneath the shadows
of an ice cold frost

I've become the penny in the world today...

**** those Beatles wrote some killer sick love songs....have a listen.  Cloud nine baby!

I just puke on the page when I get the urge....no structured bad grammar...missed spells andnofuckinpunctuation.

So you don't like it... don't read it

Yo yo yo yo....MERC!

Did ya at least deliver the message to the big dawg?
You better not be banging my starlette!!!!

Come on now Merc

Restring the crossbow, wax to smooth the rail.  Sight in the little dot....ready for a shot.  Been quit a while since I've made a ****....tough to take a chance with houses on the hill.  

Maybe today my little fury friends....I won't make you suffer .....neck shot, broken, fall...the end.  Hang ya on a tree, strip off all the skin, bleed ya from the neck, gut ya now I'll cut you limb from limb.

Pack the meat in ice.....go home to make some dinner... venison enticed.  How should I prepare you ..grilled or slowly stewed. Perhaps I'll make a birria...Bubba...I leave it up to you!

Hahahahaha....I leave you to stratedgize your next moves my little troll pawns...you have two days as I harvest my wonderful Cali gold acres of orange, purple, og, Skywalker, master kush, blacklebubble, pineapple....hahaha.  think hards retards...or should I say ******!

The Queen will unleash both her lion and tiger on you meantime.  If there's any left when I get back, I'll finish off the bones and guts without cooking em....savoring the meal of nasty trolls

According to the Chinese...."truly a match made in heaven."

Yeah....gotta bow out for a few....got real things to do.

Soy el fuego que arde tu piel
Soy el agua que mata tu sed
El castillo, la torre yo soy
La espada que guarda el caudal
Tú, el aire que respiro yo
Y la luz de la luna en el mar
La garganta que ansío mojar
Que temo ahogar de amor
Y cuáles deseos me vas a dar, oh
Dices tu, mi tesoro basta con mirarlo
Y tuyo será, y tuyo será

Songwriters: Rodrigo Amarante de Castro Neves
Tuyo lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

The gnarliest roller coaster ride I've had the displeasure to puke on is HP....One has only to read a poet from debut to see the highs the lows, the curves the blows, the pace it slows, to be scared shitless enough to get back in line and ride again.

Balance your life with extremes to truly know this realm.

Or love or like it or even comment...my words are for me.....I will not answer.

No es tamal pero está mala.

I can not squeeze blood from stone....but if I bow out maybe you could soften that heart for someone out there who deserves it.

What happened to "you can ring my bell, ring my bell....dingalingaling"

©Anita Ward

Deliciosos....ricos de chorizo seco con camarón rosado argentino.... tortillas recién hechas, aguacate, cilantro y cebolla blanca...salsita bien picante...ufff qué delicias papá.

My words cut deep

They make you bleed
....they make you weep
Keep you up at night....
No rest no sleep

I fence with syllables
Simili's my sword
Languages' my Lance
Metaphor my mace

I bludgeon with truth
I'll never lie to your face.

On my face
quickened pace
The West Wind
Blows me all
over the place.
It lifts me high
into the air,
A temple a chalice
Nothing Compares

Arrr arr auuuuuuuu

So tomorrow I wear black for the 5th time this year.  Wonder if I'll be the one they're bidding farewell to next.  When death comes, I'll have no fear.