Everything is so hard
to know what's right
but to do what's wrong
is the nature of creatures
low and high no need
for racial or gender
slurs or stereotypes
you've got your desires
and I've got mine
amidst our starry eyes
there are demons inside
we know some things
were never mean to be
then why is it so hard
to let go and be free
because no matter
what we breed
we still are made of greed
I sit there with
a thousand pieces
of shattered glass
reflecting back to me
all the regret and remorse
of the longing ruined
desperate world who
feels among the still
and silent universe
that it was never
meant to be.

Brown Winter grass hung like Spanish
moss , hardwoods dangled like Virginia Creeper
in planter boxes , a blue ocean laid placid , nary
one ripple , the earth was King , gravity a harlequin ,
songbirds whistled and foraged non-stop
Airplanes flew inverted
Rain flew into my sky
The engine winced , then died
Blue and red light flashed before my eyes* ....

My Zebco 33 is part of my family
you see , on many a troubled day this
precision piece of machinery has helped
to foster great clarity , encouraged playful
lakeside banter , put many a panfish or two
in the creel as well
This old reel has ne'er skipped a beat in
thirty plus years , a faithful friend , riverbank
companion , an American workhorse in the blue
collar tradition , the 'go to friend' of a grateful fisherman* ...

Auburn mares and black stallions
A lonesome period ranch bathed in chicory
Dusk , field dust clinging to lower pasture , tractors
race with sundown , o'er checkerboard fields , 'cross
firebreaks , wooden fencerow and worked field furrow
Rolling persimmon braided shadow , cool blue palette
of the Evening Star , of the orange sky divide , of hay wagon ,
bale , callous and blister , Killdeer crying for the gibbous Moon ,
of black backgrounds that cradle a billion stars with Hill Country
Whippoorwill sonatas* ..

Girl, the moments we share together
Brings us sweet tenderness
Every magical moment
Is filled with joy and happiness
When we kiss
We both feel the passion and pleasure
Our love will continue to grow
Of which, we will deeply treasure