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


Too good to be true
© Frankie Valli / Four Seasons

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.

And I'll still catch you if you fall....but my phone you'd have to call....don't worry if you can't fake a British accent...I'll forgive that "cheap lie" too

Two friends of mine....with whom I'll always share my ****!

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

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.

Deer Valley, UT - 2008

A conversation with a contractor before the million dollar remodel.  

UT contractor: What color ***** ya gonna use?

Me: Whoa...that means something totally different where I'm from!

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

Wicked hot Wednesday worrying about the weather.....will we all wither and waste while we work wondering whether the weather will worry bout us?

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

Corro mucho pero nunca corro como Ud.

¡Mejor solo que mal acompañado!

Cómo poco como como moco pero poco porque tampoco soy tan loco pa comer tanto moco solo porque como poco

I've come to the conclusion that there are only two poets on HP....me and Mr.York. Yo Eliot... hire some more poets.
Use that cake you ask for to fix the emojis and hire another staff of writer's...your multiple personality game is getting a wee bit lame

Conversation with the right being is worth eight years of silence.

I'm the stalking cougar watching you watching me.  No need to hide cuz big cats can see.
But the game is too small so I'll sneak off, I'll leave....a cat needs to eat not play hide and seek

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

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so ******' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Hammond / Colin Greenwood / Jonathan Greenwood / Edward O'brien / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke
Creep lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

My peeps unwittingly leave loaves of bread for me to follow.  My clues are free.....I am me... don't hide in the darkness....come out...let me see

Coño...mire mire mire a esa jeba..oye mamita ven a mi bohio esta noche que te voy a sancochear y comermela toda.

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.

I just walked across the street to get some sushi for myself and my dad.  He passed two years ago...sometimes I get real sad.
But when I made his place at the table...he said thank you son but I no longer hunger...I have everything I need...but you still have a body...go ahead and eat.

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.

Does not discriminate...she comes for us all!

These ******* vatos are a ****** joke living a deathstyle not a lifestyle.

The demons dance,
ominously disguised
as Monsoon clouds,
hovering above the
slick, crimsoned altar.

One more heart,
one more soul,
one more sacrifice
might make the toll.

Life-blood River
deposits iron
on the pyramid's
sculpted stone
cascading, absorbing deep, flooding the gates of hell.  

On a canoe of bone
the King embarked
to negotiate peace
with the underworld rule.

"No more blood,
no more skulls
no more souls",
said the Lord . ...
"your time has come.
No more bargaining fool"

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.

Ahh...childhood.... The library was solace... It was adventure it was days.

It was being lost in a world of Roman gladiators, pirates andGreek myth....it was reading about Jimi Hendrix before my first trip

I could check out reel to reel, eight track, and vinyl if I wished.  

Ahh those days of imagination
I sorely do miss.

Dawn's dew slides down a blade of grass.  Reflective mirror sometimes of brass.  Deflecting the sun until I come undone

El que come huevo sin sal
Come mierda sin pensar.

Al mal que no tiene cura
Hazle la cara dura

So there's this new fad diet
The Diet of Worms.....
Can you tell me bout it doc?
Is it good for your health?

And I don't quite understand.
Is it the worms we eat
or do we eat dirt and sand?  

In any case it sounds expensive.  
10+% of everything I earn?
And you have to commit
your entire life or
according to this pamphlet
"your soul will surely burn"?  Wow...must really work!  

But tell me has the FDA approved, found the claims
to be true?  Any side effects, complications? Could I
possibly turn blue?  

And why were no American researchers and experts on the team that concocted this diet?
OK OK doc I'll let you talk,
I'll be quiet......

"I've taken it on faith that my patients who've tried it swear that its a miracle....I have no personal experience with it ...give it a shot who knows it might work.".

Hmmmm OK.

"But I heard they have a litany of products so beware that your investment doesn't soon quadruple in size."

Thanks for the visit doc, Ill take it under advice.  I think I might....... especially if there's a refund if I don't like it after trying it and don't think it worth the price.

Aprieta pero no ahorca

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

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.

So is my dog god
as I have ordained
or am I a madman,
absolutely insane?  
       His birth name is Domino
       he picked it himself...
       a black and white pit
       pup he jumped
       on a shelf and
       down came the bones
       that anointed him so.  
Domino Dominus
both names mean
God,
but to me he's
a best friend and
sometimes my dog.

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

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

Mere mention of his name
makes me want to dump...
donald chump
Flush him down and flush again to keep him in the ground.

Ashamed to claim my citizenship be a
laughingstock like him
the tyranny keeps growing
the future's looking grim
won't even wear my Yankee cap and hide under the brim

the problem is it's
not just him but also
those that grant him power  
they smell like shiza
and don't speak for me
so I decree they all need
a NiceAssZIppy shower

I've been kidnapped, stabbed 10 times with an icepick, Glocks to head, outrun guerillas in Tolima Colombia, left for dead in the Desert of the Lions outside of Mexico City.  I have flown in a chopper over Bogota with the antinarcóticos police.....hanging outside from one hand while shooting video of my dad.  I've seen life and death ...I choose life but never let em see you sweat...you can cry, scream kick fight or die...just don't let em see you sweat.

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

I'm lost in the sea of your navy grey eyes.... sublime....I could float in them til the end of time.

Sueño con aquel maritimo azul-gris del pacifico océano de tus ojos.  Andando en vela y con velas, perdido en lo placentero de esos dos espejos de tu alma...los que yo hasta el fin del mundo escojo.

Here's the follow up poem to the Art Show invite.  ANu Picasso will have 4 full walls in the show...please come see us at the Neutra Gallery and Museum in Silver Lake at 2379 Glendale Blvd. This Saturday, Sept 1st from 6-11pm.  One love my friends.

Deft
Bereft
She left

If I don't ****** a doe it's eggplant parmesan for dinner.
Wait no no.... gotta use those nice zucchini and yellow summer squash too, add a lil provolone, with a homemade marinara, some asiago and a basil leaf to boot.  Fresh garden Napoleons....but it would be so much better with a rosemary skewered venison filet....here deer. .here deer.

Que viva Colombia!
Que viva el vueltiao
Que viva el tamal tolimense
Que viva mi machete
Que viva la ruana
Que viva la cumbia
Que viva el guarapo
Que viva Peñaranda
Que viva la sabana, el monte, el llano y el mar
Que viva mi abuelita ******
Que viva el M.A.N., mi papá

Patas de perro con
mi primacho Miguel
en Pereira, buscando
un hotel pa pagar
la estancia de una cuartico
cerca al centro o
a poca distancia
del burdel.  

Nos tomamos un jugo de caña
y como ya tengo la maldita maña, llamamos al Toro porque
sin esa hierbita jamás
cerraría pestaña

Dándole vueltas al centro, esperándolo a él
Vi un lindo edificio
y le dije a Miguel:
"un segundo hermano que me
  gustó ese hotel, voy a entrar a
  ver si hay cupo"
y a cuánto estaba
una noche en aquél.

Me mira bien serio y
me deja pasar
quedándose afuera pa disimular.

"Buenas tardes caballero,
bien pueda...
¿En que le puedo servir?"

"Busco un cuartico que mi primo
  y yo pensamos quedarnos en
  Pereira esta noche, ¿a cuánto
  están?"

¿Cómo así? me contesta
y como creía que
no me había entendido...
repiti la encuesta.  
Otra vez ....¿Cómo así?

En eso momento,
que pendejo te cuento,
me di cuenta que
no era un hotel.
De un salón a la izquierda
salían los llantos
seguidos por un desfile
en ***** de luto.....
y yo hijueputa ¡"que bruto"!

Volteaba a ver si el primo ya sabía que pasaba cuando
soltó la gran carcajada.  

Huí sin mu decir
buscando la risa de Miguel
que decía uy... ¿que pasó no es hotel?

Pero se la hice también
cuando nos recogió el torito
y comenzamos a fumar y fumar. Tantos baretos estilo Bob Marley que ya no nos podíamos ver.

Cuando se escapó todo el humo Miguel se detuvo
antes de casi caer.  
Con ojos cruzados y labios babeados empecé
a burlarme también.