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

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

As long as YOU read and hear my words.

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.

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.

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.

My sister has seen me on top of the world and at the fathoms of a bottomless pit.  There she gave me the moniker...St. Anger.  
I've wasted so much life and blackened my soul so badly with hate and anger that it now longs to balance those years of self hate and worldly fate with truth and love.

I spoke with her today....she came to kiss my mom....she looked into my eyes and started to cry....tears of joy for she saw in me a brand new spark of life, the passing of all life's strife rife with distrust, no love just lust...hate of me hate of all....an angel caught up in the fall.  

Two words she said and that was all.....St. Love.

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.

All night

Corro mucho pero nunca corro como Ud.

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.

Enjoy your day peeps...headed down to the beach....catch some tasty waves eat a Georgia peach

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

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

Being light as a feather,
stiff as a board
is better than
being bored stiff and
feathered light.

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.

I prefer to slap with a hug....but if you don't want one
scurry off like a cockroach, a bug.

Please beat me till you're no longer angry, til that lash is drenched in blood .....and then help me cleanse my wounds as you tell me why you lashed me.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Aprieta pero no ahorca

Learn that word; verbose fool!

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

Preferisco un amore forgiato nell'inferno che ascende al cielo di quello fatto nel paradiso che cade all'inferno

All night

Dime primacho.... cuántos son y qué hay que hacer.

¿Cómo lo hacemos?
¿En la cama?
O en el suelo....
Juntando pelo a pelo
Y el empelotado
siempre en medio...
El Sueño

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

Lalala lalala lalala lalala.. hahaha

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


Too good to be true
© Frankie Valli / Four Seasons

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

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!

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

I don't disseminate hate, I unglove love.

I collect poems, pieces of people that didn't want to give...I chew em up and spit them out when they no longer live.  
This is what "they" do to me

Forevermore

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

Apologies to all my hp friends....words should never cut like knives ...create space and thus the end

So now I see the wicked witch lives in New York....she was asking bout a chump poem.

Man is this some lit class writing exercise for 100 students?  Are all the poets on here doing some social psych investigation.....yeah this site can make you feel crazy and actually sound it if you try to explain the theory to anyone else

And you belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet.

©Lenny Kravitz

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

Para dónde se va le pregunté al abuelito Pues a ver Galavisión me dijo

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

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.