I see whole families of poets ....a traveling dad, a drunk absent mom, a self mutilating daughter, two other sisters and maybe a brother.  And they repeat ...some families black some families white some from Texas and others from New Jersey....funny how they don't write how they speak...I know accents and words and these folks are all cut from one pattern. Hmmmm

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

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

©Anita Ward

I guess I'm doing something right.... poetry has illuminated me and now others seek my light.  Friends with problems, exes getting divorced, I've been inundated with pleas for help, insight.  With pleasure my friends I'm here for you...I guess my cup of joy overfilled spillith over to make another's life brighter...because I have found my way, my love, a destiny I no longer fight.

Arrr arr auuuuuuuu

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

I don't disseminate hate, I unglove love.

It calls the two sling blade reapers back to form....morph into spirit animal.....finish before the oncoming storm.

El reloj anda loco o le falta poco pa que le patine el coco así que por favor acuérdate que hay que darle cuerda o sin no hay que seguirle la corriente. Y cómo anda veloz y da vueltas por dos te deja a vos en nubes de ese oriente

Here I will find solace as it is my cave....I pen this final poem as my hand and my mind tell me that it's time to put the pencil down...pick up the torch and cry til I'm dry..... so dry the callouses return after I shaved them to the bone to bleed for you

Al mal que no tiene cura
Hazle la cara dura

Bear false witness.....
Beware of false profits, idols and scribes....they like to lie in your midst.l

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

Because we're both in a hell a shallow dim flame each running from ourselves. To reach heaven we need but meld and fly through all our self loathing, and insecurities loving each other's imperfections to the point of spontaneous combustion.

Lord spare the young and innocent please... take me instead for I have lived a full and blessed life and should be made to pay for my sins before the one whose listless body lies prone now. Breath life into those wheezing lungs and pour me the cup that is now before her.  Hear me God, hear me please and I shall cease my Blasphemy and place my soul in your hands...take me not her.

Watch out NY.....the prodigal Queen's son is planning his return.  I'ma smash that juried show.

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.

Bajaría la luna, las estrellas y el sol ......ahogarlos en el mar. Para ojalá a tu lado siempre estar.

Lord above....wake her from her slumber so that my heart's heart can rest and fling me from her chest.

You'd be like heaven to touch...I want to hold you so much....


Too good to be true
© Frankie Valli / Four Seasons

Forevermore

I won't just like I said don't give it back ..

Learn that word; verbose fool!

It makes a person trying to reach higher ground stumble become all that one hates

Los blanco de los ojos amarillos cruzados y ya le sacaron la piedra

Corro mucho pero nunca corro como Ud.

My beautiful pitbull son shares my bed.... we're both dogs and fiercely loyal to each other....as he will **** for me so shall I for him.  Loyalty and fidelity are ingrained in the dogs code.

Semper Fidelis...that's my Fido

Respect is not commanded nor demanded... it is giving to those who deserve it.  Those who give it to us get it back.

Have I become some verses on a page already or am I the next and final lover?  Your choice but you know my wishes.

All night

I guess He does have a plan.  And here I thought I was God.... well bring it on God...I'm ready to give myself to you.

More crazy mind connections....the same poets all liking each other are the only ones I see...same names...same topics same genderless identities same love preachers stuck in hell and darkness.

I'll be at the edge of the Angeles National Forest, in Altadena right above Canon Street for the next two days.... come and get me death squad... I'll be waiting.  Just be ready for a fight.

Life deals hard blows...I know how tough losing a parent can be...I lost my little brother two months before my dad.  He rode it till the wheels fell off and grabbed the old man's hand.  I don't wish that on anyone....especially a soul so old in a body so young.  I pray that your sister makes a full recovery and that this trial in your life will serve to strengthen your family bonds even if that member has not the same blood or surname...friends can be family...talk to them...don't be like me and have them leave this realm without letting them know you love them often. That if you needed to and hadn't asked for or given forgiveness that you live with that regret.  I'm here for you.

My mind has evolved ever since I read your words.

Not often do the angels tuck me in.  But tonight .....a light came into my room to touch my soul free me from my sins.  Singing like a siren that doesn't bare her teeth.  Thank you sweet angel....read on and absorb all their emotion ...poetry is sublimation a very vaporous potent potion.

Aprieta pero no ahorca

My boy Steve from Palo Alto has this great boat....love to wake the Delta sometimes jump in and just float.  At night the scene gets creepy as we slowly motor home...looks like something out of Deliverance...a bayou, a fog creeps in the unknown

Lalala lalala lalala lalala.. hahaha

I cry all night and sleep all day since you withdrew your love.  I can accept that if you promise to start Loving yourself.

Quit writing ******* hand...no one cares what you have to say.

And none of them want to play me a tune.... they're mad at me for what I did to you.

Have you ever seen the sun rise from the border of Utah and Wyoming. . west and south of Lyman?  I have....I know every fishing hole there is....trout galore!

When ya chowder do you really worry about where it falls if ya need to heave so bad?  You may clean the porcelain and have your idolatrine to maintain stain unseen...but like the woman that lights my path has penned....I "wear my faults and pain on my arm like a brace" instead mine is a machete strapped to my leg not burried in yo' face.

My body this cage the lust this rage this life... This race what fuss, Turn the Page.
Release your spirit let the soul roll organic submission spun out of control.
Soul over mind like Mind Over Matter Collective memories scattered and splattered
slave to Five Senses, that's all we know in this realm, granted another we'd be overwhelmed.
Pull from your third eye, the medulla as well and realize your body is not stuck in hell.

Ebb & flow, high and low
Tug and tug the moon above
Reaching for its own reflection
Narcissistic incantation
in my sky of love

Depths unfathomable of darkened light, the salt emaciates me when she is bright with crown hung low.

Pools of poems shimmer as she retreats, allowing me to ****** words, caress them before I nudge them from their nest, my chest and release the Word back to the sky.

Waves that slap, wake me from a slumber.  My turn to be the eyes and ears as the moon my love retreats petrifying souls to guard her celestial number.

I drive 200 mph thru her curves at night until I can finally fall asleep.