i made a lot of bad decisions
probably more than most
every single one of them
created an angry ghost

they haunt me day and night
they're eating at my soul
the entities of my past
will never let me go

The ghosts of Christmas past
are making their presence last
the ghosts of Christmas present
are making my life unpleasant
the ghosts of Christmas future...

oh god, it feels like i'm dying
it's only three thirty
tired of the prize i've been eyeing
it made me feel so *****

oh god, it feels like i'm living
in a world of hurting
i'm giving in to the misgiving
and my search for certain

Go
go against the flow
do not go too slow
flow your own way

show
show them how you glow
glow inside and blow
blow them away

fly
fly as high as the sky
give it your best try
fly where you may

try
try with all your might
keep your goal in sight
do it today

win
win before you begin
make their heads spin
do not delay

then
then you feel good within
within your own skin
its a new day

A god ****** angel dragging my wings
hating to see another angel sing
doing none of those angel things
oh ******* reality's sting

god ****** right i still have fight
my wings are broke, my fist is tight
as i stalk on through the night
no saving grace in my sight

a god ****** angel misunderstood
actions bad, no halo for good
doing things that no one could
oh ******* no one would

god ****** fool to even believe
i could try losing to achieve
sentenced here to never leave
broken halo with no reprieve

a god ****** angel caught in between
broken wings are hidden, unseen
crawling in dirt, thoughts never clean
oh ******* the future foreseen

God bless the brittle ones
they have no anger, they have no guns
God bless the little ones
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our fate
they are new to the human traits
God save them from the wait
Lord take them straight to the gates

God bless the rising dawn
it's a new day for living on
God bless who's already gone
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our hate
they are new to these fateful straits
God save them from our weight
Lord take them straight to the gates

somewhere among the oaks and pines
i search, trying to find a sign
with the sight of the climbing vines
i am defined by nature's lines

the water shines my peace of mind
beside the brook, where ivy entwines
i find brightness, no longer blind
in the guiding light of God's designs

Only a signal from the brain makes you sick or heals you. They want you to believe otherwise, but meds just try to make the brain signal wellness to cells. Sickness is only there if you believe it is. If you believe in your own brain and body, you will never fall ill for long.

good morning sunshine
i wished for you on a star
your beams are so warming
that warmth can go so far

(stars fade
they disappear in your light
my day is made
when you take away the night)

good morning sunshine
i wished for you on the moon
brightness is now forming
daylight is coming soon

the tales of things that have happened there
would send shivers down anyone's spine
the hills and hollows only glare
a shadowy gloom of a ghostly kind

you can still hear
the children's flaming screams
you can feel the fear
in the ashes of their dreams

passing the site where lives were set alight
fostered dreams were burned alive
they still return every night
the wandering ghosts of the deprived

Youth passed by so fast
please tell me grandfather clock
where does the time go

Hello, my name is (name here) please take this, it is from everyone and everything to you. Do you accept acceptance? Good, now you're all set! Now look around at all the prizes. Go open a prize to also give away. Remember the other prizes are there and that's all you have to do! Thank you so much for letting us be your customer!

ask about free franchise... and make ends meet!

I can feel the gravity
savage sadness grabbing me

like a stabbing agony
panicking heartbeat rapidly

like a drastic atrophy
my own tapestry of travesty

applicable calamity
catastrophe is my canopy

the faculty of tragedy
with no strategy for amnesty

the laxity of sanity
I can feel the gravity

I can feel the gravity
savage sadness grabbing me
like a stabbing agony
panicking heartbeat rapidly

like a drastic atrophy
the tapestry of travesty
applicable calamity
catastrophe is my canopy

the faculty of tragedy
with no strategy for amnesty
the laxity of sanity
I can feel the gravity

punxsutawney phil has nothing on me
i see my shadow every day
not that great, not something to see
i wish i could hibernate my life away

Maybe someday people will speak of a great group of logical poets. It will be a group though. Maybe a help group for the more fragile ones. Not the type of fragile you are...the type that breaks. Carry on army, and tend to your fellow army members' wounds. Maybe someday you will see that you have fake bullets. Fully automatic, with hollow points and full metal jackets

You like my poem, then i'll like yours
we don't have to call it reading
even if yours could heal my sores
mine would be all i'm needing

i like your whole style of no style
nothing to do with form or function
you say it's not a one way street
when i see you at every junction

to be honest, it fills me with fear
hitting like becoming my being
then i will get roped into even more
when less is all i'm seeing

because this group is the real world, on a page, in cyberspace. My mind isn't real, because you can't see it, and it can't hit the like button for me. I must be as insane as you think i am.


It tickles my pickle to see the same poets that pointed at me years ago writing the same exact poem over and over. Talking about writers block like it's real. I stick to my guns and my guns are automatic. If you have a block, you're not a writer. You are still used for building though. Building what you hate, building what i love. I know some are blocks of ****, but they fertilize, at least. Thank you truly. If you hadn't kept putting me to sleep, i wouldn't have had so many awakenings. I do see the good, in blocks. One thing about a big block is that it gets cut into pieces, to make smaller blocks. Then you get mixed in with other blocks that you want no part of. I guess then, you and the other blocks just stand for that one building. You know...the 1 million square foot ranch. It has a basement, but no upstairs.

My sanity is gone
tired of being the pawn
it's only bones on the lawn
with spite in each bone
it's alter ego is all alone
my insanity is grown

I'm sorry but i have to mention
mention how we live in another dimension
dimension leading to our dissension
dissension over a meaningless contention
contention of our own invention
invention holding back our ascension
ascension toward comprehension
comprehension of our condescension
i'm sorry but i had to mention

my hands, your hands
they were made for touching
lets go slow and easy
love wasn't meant for rushing

my heart, your heart
together they are beating
sometimes even racing
but love is never fleeting

I went to close the window because it was getting windy and rainy. "can't leave this **** window open anyhow, without aluminum dust settling over the room"...Grrrr! ******* f-f-****** factory!"

Oh **** I said ******! To myself, out loud. I felt something coming up in my chest! Laughter! Why, that factory doesn't even have a ***** besides the one it uses to **** my environment. I guess that's gay. Not in a happy or homosexual way, but in a way I am against.
So, what does this make me? A gay basher? Someone who has hit it off with almost every gay man I ever met? I always felt like they get me, which makes me feel good. I did find out a couple really did want to get me in the pooper, which made me feel even better than "getting me".

Just because it's not my lifestyle or I don't believe in it, doesn't mean I hate gay people. Does it?  I mean I don't believe in *** with women either.

{Just leave this here so kids don't go to xhamster, which is uncensored.  I wrote this after seeing a blogger talking about how a guy said an amusement park was gay, and not as good as his favorite park. An amusement park should be gay! Anyhow, there are actually people fighting over this crap. I know words can hurt, but so does being burned 5 times on the face with a cigarette. Yet, I don't blame everyone with a cigarette, just the guy who burned me.  I bet if you dug up the men from the gay 90's they would feel a certain way about how gay is used now. I wish we could dig them up and send them after the bloggers who do nothing really, and **** sure have no gay fun. I believe that the use of bad words in poetry shows a weak vocabulary. Sometimes it's needed.)

i can wash away the hospital smell
i can wash away the tape marks on veins
i can wash away the dead blood cells
i just can't wash away the pain

on a quest for effervescent feathers
to be blessed with the best treasure ever
pleasure for forever never can be measured
i'm just a beggar on a heavenly endeavor

Another misfire for heaven's weapon
threaten lesson second session
another confession of deception
we are headed toward armageddon

truth seeking and eating reason
demon sleeping will get even
secret leaking ****** heathen
unsweetened creeping deepened

lesion from the freedom legion
eden eaten and not breathing
region of the code adhesion
needed beacon beaten defeated

When a wife says he is a good provider
maybe he just doesn't feel good inside her
a hard working man with money to invite her
maybe she needs a man with a description wider

I mean, a grave digger can be a good provider for the dead, but do nothing for their spirit. It's apples and oranges. Wait...nevermind...not like i have hope of anyone paying any mind. They're either low on funds, or their money is all ******* in dumb stuff. Not for me to judge, but i do now have my own gavel. I bought it for the same reason i turned gay. Power, and freedom. Loving another man? Straight weird!

Women never have to worry about being called such foul things. At least I never heard anyone say SHE is a good provider. I  heard a man say that a woman was a good lay once. Confusing as HELL.

Maybe men and women are bad, subconsciously. Consciousness is good!

i'm a henry ford explorer
longevity shouldn't cost more
we can win then what is loss for
get in the henry ford explorer

lady liberty and mother mary
which one got dat thang that's hairy
how much whip cream? much and very!
what's on top? pop dat cherry!

if it's free then what is the cost for
if there's a map what are we lost for
if that ***** calls i'm next for her
auto doors on my ford explorer

joe biden and donald trump
get ya old *** up and shake ya ****
johnny jumped up on a hickory stump
the devil's due is pay at the pump

at the henry ford museum
the people come to see um
they really shout and screa-um
at the henry ford museum

he was a control freak
even to say the least
she was such an angel
he was her beast

I sit here, as high as a kite
as the day dies to the night
let wrong say goodbye to the right
another shadow to lie to the light

I can be as cold as a stone
I chose this road as a home
you won't find a road as alone
and my spirit is as old as a bone

I can get as hot as the sun
worldly thoughts, not of this one
I don't know how I got in this gun
but I'm glad to have a shot at the fun

Why fight for a dollar when I can get down in a holler
jump in the water or run with the smaller
swim with the otters, and crawl with the crawlers
don't Feed me fodder, I'm a hillbilly scholar

why bend at the knees when I can climb in the trees
perch with the birds and buzz with the bees
why pay the fees, when I can be free with the breeze
doing what I please in a life of ease

walking in the rain
he looks down at the street
***** tongues flapping
rubber soles of defeat

his lips are moving
they think he's insane
all he is doing
is talking to the pain

where is he going
he doesn't care
away from the closing
of doors in repair

those doors were slamming
right in her face
they fell off the hinges
he fell out of place

The sun will burn a hole right through
your parasols
The clouds so sick they've split in two
from aerosols

The air will fill your lungs with fists
for ev'ry breath
'til future days when life exists
to mirror death

So you're wondering why
They put heaven on high
Why the gods don't visit us anymore
And you lift your eye
To the deep blue sky:
The only way out is up

And so you hire a bird to sing your songs
And you buy her a tree to start things off
And you wire the words through lines of leaves
And you hope that she shows when comes the sun
She may never sing
She may never show
But you don't know

The lake, the sea: the tireless gloves
where nature's hand
Still holds her sceptre far above
her *******, man

The shore where centuries of sand
through waves have raced
Invites a swim, but think where man
deposits waste

So you're wondering why
They put heaven on high
Why the angels tolerate pillowy floors
As you lift your eye
To the birth of blue sky:
The only way out is up

And so you hire a bird to sing your songs
And you buy her a tree to start things off
And you wire the words through lines of leaves
And you hope that she shows when comes the sun
She may never sing
She may never show
But you don't know

in this world of temptation
it takes a lot to face the day
all i ask is for salvation
holy water, wash it all away

in this battle of good and evil
it seems the demon always wins
what i need is soul retrieval
holy water, wash away my sins

healing spirit of redemption
pouring light over my soul
bless me with a new ascension
holy water, make me whole

the only way that he could say bye
buying a red rose and watching it die
dying to find some other way
weighing his options to live another day

he couldn't help but to feel like a heel
healing was hard and the pain was real
reality soaked him like torrential rains
reigning over his will to remain

Feeling like a hopeless lost ship
shipping loneliness on a treacherous trip
tripping over the flop and flip
flipping anxiously in the white cap clip

lost and alone in the chop
chopping me up in the flip and the flop
flopping around, i feel my heart drop
dropping me back down into the slop

so much time i seem to devote
devotion to this sea that's so remote
remotely hoping to stay and float
floating around in this lonely boat

I met an old man at the river, fishing
as we sat to wet our hooks
we talked about our hoping and wishing
exchanging our hungry looks

I said "sir, I have a lot of questions"
as I tied a line to my escape
he said " I may have answers, I reckon"
I cast my line and I said "great"

I asked him why life is so cruel
why dreams are so easily shattered
I told him that I was in pieces
and my pieces were all scattered

he said "son, we are all broken"
life is nothing but hoping and wishing
I said "truer words were never spoken"
then we went back to fishing

this is no fun anymore
this has gotten old
she is like running water
she is hot and cold

sometimes she is so warm
sometimes not so nice
she is a burning flame
she is fire and ice

We have lived so many years
inside this house of lies
the furniture has been re-arranged
by the tears of the red mans eyes

there's a lot of skeletons in the closet
haunted hallways, room to room
tortured victims in the cellar
and a past that is soon to doom

We have killed so many dreams
inside this house of lies
the furniture has been re-arranged
by the tears of the black mans eyes

how do you get up to nogood
how do you get down to allpain
how do we get over to healing
how do we get over the feeling

you gotta hit rock bottom
boy. you gotta hit rock bottom
they know. and can show the way

it must be pure heaven, this rock bottom
you gotta go through every turn they took
can they really read into your future?
you can read them like a book

crossing all of their burned bridges
and "biden can kiss my ***"
when we get to the station
don't forget to get the gas

are we in toughlove?
god i can't get enough love!
i just can't get enough of
the local dialect in toughlove

we only got to see the bad things that trump does, and not seeing the symbolism of just his name - a trumpet is called a trump in every older book, and language...if and when they show trump and others doing something good, they will change...wait...maybe buiding temples and motels in other countries is good

we frown upon it yet do similar things and the poorest people will vote for trump again...i don't vote because i have faith, and when you have faith, you know you'll be ok as a whole, even if they won't

we are all a potential jesus, and a potential god, and that's what they want us to be

brought to you by the whole me, with material to patch a hole in us

funded by no money, but learning what i thought i hated, but i loved....benjamin franklin used what they call witchcraft then, and i found my own craft through him...he was closest to god by taking what was in front of him...in fact it goes deeper...the theory of relativity was proven by franklin

EYE can only see with I's closed

The rose bush

growing in an open field
nurtured by hands that heal
what love does a flower feel
what love does a flower build

a single bloom

small and dull like a sprout
no other flowers would came out
she was only left without
and forgotten by hands of doubt

withering away

with no one to help her needs
the tiny little rose petal bleeds
songbirds swallow up her seeds
as she is covered up by weeds

leave all of your devices behind
if they can't get her location, they can't see mine
i don't trust in justice, that ***** might be blind
relax and take long naps it'll all be fine

behind the library there's an old beech tree
you don't read books? you can't teach me
take a romance novel and some peach tea
the mud is knee deep, completely leech free

act like fabio until you have the scene set
meadow is green, and it's a clean wet
a lover of monsters and her mean pet
the best book cover the world has seen yet

Twelve hundred beats per minute
nature can have so much power
ready to taste your sweet nectar
ready to pollinate your flower

**** day freestyle nonsense


Light a candle and burn the canvas
as I take advantage of my madness
I'm about to knock the planet off of it's axis
just the facts, I dont preach what I practice

the high point, the max, the vastness
bad habits like a back sliding Baptist
hail Mary, masses like a catholic
fast to put a fanatic in a casket

pass the tray to the congregation
time to pay the raging Caucasian
no need to pray, just face the creation
as we embrace this greatest occasion

she wants a man in her bed
ten men hanging on a line
like hearts, hung out to dry
one of those hearts was mine

you are in violation

if i was you i'd let me go
you touch me i will have to use force
up to and including fatal force
hahahahaha
i am a sovereign citizen
who's laughing now
who's laughing

do it then big girl!

do it right now!
aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
i am a sovereign citizen
what jurisdiction is this then
not a person or individual
i'm a man!
hahaha
i am a sovereign citizen
who's laughing now
who's laughing
i need your name and badge number right now
this is an assault this here is an assault
aaaaahhhhh help me help me help me!!!!
a sovereign citizen!
five million dollars!
aaaaaahhhhhhhhh
i do not consent!
i do not consent!

i need to see your badge
i need to see your badge now
are you assaulting me?
are you assaulting me?

aaaahhhh!!!
you are assaulting me!
aaaahhhh!!!

so, you are detaining me?
sir? are you detaining me?
so, you are detaining me!
help me help me help me!
i am a sovereign citizen

that is not my food stamp card!
i am a sovereign citizen!

as a man
what right do you have
to stop another man??
name and badge number
name and badge number
name and badge number!
aaaahhhh!!!!
i am a sovereign citizen!

i am not driving i'm traveling
i am telling you to stand down!

aaaahhhh!!!!!
i am a sovereign citizen


sov·er·eign
/ˈsäv(ə)rən/
royalty
numismatics
roman catholic church
noun

    1.
    a supreme ruler, especially a monarch.


cit·i·zen
/ˈsidizən,ˈsidisən/
noun
noun: citizen; plural noun: citizens
    a legally recognized subject or national of a state or commonwealth, either native or naturalized.