In the art of sublime thoughts
I hear the last shot
Ring a rang
In the barrel of the tarot
The cards turned their arrows
As the last card said
Bang
It was then I heard a sparrow
Chirp on a scarecrow
That couldn't scare the thoughts away
The cards on the table
Finished their fable
As the last one played
My last look at the deck
Before the noose wore my neck
I saw the jack of spades
In the art of a sublime poet
All his words went away
And before the world knew it
He disappeared in the fluid
That flowed in the back of his brain
Ring a rang
It was the last sound
That was never heard again
Bang
The only sound left in the room
Was the dropping of his pen

All these words jumped off a cliff and splattered here

I was looking at a few mangled
Split open in the catastrophe

Which ones could i salvage
They were all so damaged
I couldn't tell if some were English
Or some kind of Spanish

But there was blood
They called ink
And the paper was a skin pink

Splattered all over the earth
I began my search
Picking up the pieces
Of any kind of word

I was looking for one
That would cut like a sword
But i was so desperate
I just picked up as much as I could hoard

I had to find some storage
Because there's not a whole lot of space
Upstairs

I didn't get discouraged

I decided to put them in poems
So they could flourish

The only problem was
No would read them
because they were too boring

And that was end of my beloved vocabulary
The words died
Without even being buried

So I went to the cliff
And i dove into the abyss

Because I'd rather be dead
Than to be without poetry

On the poetic hills
Of love

We ride along

   Pushin'
Fighting

       For the world

We're building the strength

For it
    To fall

So we could get back up again
                                   And love
On the poetic hills
         Of bacchanal

Partys
    and
          Laughter

              In alcohol

Naked under our clothes

We ride along

   Pushin'
Fighting

       For the world

We're going to be strong
When everything goes wrong

And smile
When everyone is back
      In eachothers arms

While she puts on
Those poetic heels of love

We ride along

Pushing and fighting
      For mother earth

On the poetic heels of femme fatale

We write along


    we
          write
                       along

On the poetic hills
                        of love…





















ride.

I found my death
On a popsicle stick
The ******* melted the lick

In the middle of throat
The cold froze my lips
That wooden handle
Was found on the floor of my wish

My brain froze
And my tags toe'd
My body's bagged gift

Ever since I became an adult
I was a kid
Born into a womb
The world would spin

Ice cream
But no one heard
What my voice did
I found my death
It was born in my last breath

I screamed
As the cold dripped
Everything I was looking for
Vanished

On a hot summer street
A melted popsicle
Puddled around stick

That wooden handle
Was the last thing I did

She kissed the lips
Of a frog
That didn't turn into a prince

And she was convinced
With a kiss from her
Lovely lips he woud turn

Into something much different

But he didn't
He was just a frog
Green with warts
With a tongue long

He sat on the log
As she cried to her mom
He's never going to change at all

He said
I'm sorry
I am a prince in a frogs body
But the only spell that could release me
Is a kiss of true love

So you'll never be my princess
But thank you for the wet kiss

I loved the practice

Perhaps you have a sister

She didn't need a feather to fly
She had her own kind of wings
You could see her high
In her eyes
But her sky was the streets
Fly on by
Pretty Angel
Sell your soul for a wing
You could fly
Higher and higher
With the magic of speed
She didn't need a feather to fly
She had her own kind of wings
You could see her high
In her eyes
But her sky was the street
Fly on by
Pretty Angel
Soaring high to be free
Sell your soul to the devils trolls
To reach the sky you need
She didnt need a feather to fly
She had her own kind of wings
You could see her high
In her eyes
But her sky was the streets
Fly on by
Pretty angel
And flap your wings

All I wanted was a pepsi
Before the white coats get me
They wanted to institutionalize my brain
So they could forget me

I went to their schools
I was born in their churches
But somehow my mind became a dysfunctional malfunction
Worthless

You came to the assumption
I must be on drugs or something
To think for myself
Where did i get this notion

All I wanted was a pepsi
And a sweet girl to sit next to me
Because I'm not into drugs
For love is my ecstasy

But they said I was crazy
And continued their hating
They didn't like my mind
And what it debated

They're driving me crazy
Insanely

All I wanted was a pepsi
And they wouldn't give it to me
They said it had too much caffeine
And I already had enough energy

I was driven to an institution
That was the only solution
To deal with what they found in my mind

Confusion

The race in my head
Leaves me bellowsed
And I can't catch up
To the thoroughbreds

The breath I once loved
Is lost in my lungs
Somewhere mulligrubed

Some would call me
Apeechequanee

Perhaps I'm
Upside down
Capsized
In realities
Taunting

Deep
In the roil waters
I sink in the thoughts
And miseries
Of the past slaughtered

I'm out of air
Short of breath
Winded
And clobbered

And as I inhale
Deep
Half the oxygen
Escapes my teeth
And I exhale
Exhaustion

I lost the race in my head
But I'm glad it's the end
Because I was never conditioned
To run
What it garnered

The soft sounds of quiet
Whispers of elm and violet

I could only imagine
The smell of fires

And the look of flames
With their cotton skins
Crackling

Each pop tracing embers
Into the skies thought

The stars laughing at my art
Grasping for another color

I dip my pen in the water
And sink my thoughts in an otter
Only to find out
It was a muskrat

I've never seen one before now
They sure make beavers look much bigger
Than on TV

In all my gaze
I watched a steelhead pass by my bait
That beautiful red
Left me in moss
And silent breaths

And by the way
This isn't a poem

But I wrote it any way
As a reminder
Why words gather
Blackberries
And the way they pierce
The fingers poking
With their thorny vines
Leaving blood on poetry sites

All these thoughts on fire
The smoke dissipates
As the coals get hotter

Now the wood is almost gone
The melted frame of my bottle
Reminds me what is left

The emptiness of heat
The turning cold
And why you bothered to read
The scroll

Your welcome
Said thank you for coming
But there is one last warning

I can erase
Every word placed
Anything that says
What was written on my face

I can take away the metaphors
And close the opened doors
Of my minds endless complaints

I can delete
Every avenue and every street
Each and every word
That slips through my teeth

Every drop that drips from my ink
I can delete
Faster than you can think
Quicker than you can read
And evaluate my poetry
In what it lacks or needs

I can delete
The nature of this beast
Before it has a chance to eat
What my pen tried to feed

I have that freedom
To delete em
To trash them in a can
And leave em

I can delete
this plastic poem
And it just might
Self destruct at your feet
In your home

Perhaps you resent this
And the power of my emphasis

I can delete it all
While you question my mark
With exclamations
Inside my parentheses

I can delete it all
With no worries to fall
On the dead horse
Beaten once more

To a pulp

Rain on my brain
In the sane plain
Of my framed pain
Pouring down on the pane
Of my window
Again

Bang

Sipping on my energy drink
Driving home
So I could go to sleep

I haven't any time to waste
As it wastes on me

Racing time
As it waits on me

Bang

Super creatine
The muscle of my machine
As soon as I get home
I'm going to lay down and sleep

I'm running out of time
As it runs over me

Bang

Supplements to eat
Vitamin men
With human energy

On my way home
Begging for sleep

Running behind time
As it follows me

Bang
      Bang
           Bang


Father of time
You're dead

Now you're home daddy
Rest In Peace

post me a poem
about the passion you feel

make me cry
love

and die in your words


nevermore a ravens quoth

post me an oath

of sorrow from your soul

You kept on reading
I lead you on
With a few paragraphs of bleeding
My soul
You kept on reading
And leading me on
So i kept writing down words
And you would hum their songs
You kept on reading
My poems
notes
grocery lists
Whatever i used to pen on
Inbetween your lips
Dripped what you've read
And what you did
When you kept on reading
What I had writ
You kept on fiending
And I fixed
Like a boost of adrenaline
In your bodys energy
You kept on reading
And I kept on feeding
you
physically
With some metaphoric
Imagery acrobatically
Trapezed
You keep on reading
And I'll keep leading you on

The red in my eyes
           Closed them
It tried to take the pain away

The color was just temporary

  So I kept coloring
My lids got heavier
Red with delirium

It tries to take me away

But it won't erase the memories
No matter how far
           I fade away

The red in my eyes
                      Dyes
In a crimson cry
              Of pain

It keeps painting
          A faint me

                 Disintegrating
What's left of an old man
With a heart in decay

            My vessels
The color of devils
         Leave me mental
In a whole other state

  Closing my eyes
The color of why
I choose this earth
    Spinning in space

The red in my eyes
      Never subsides

As long as they continue to wake

The end of the world
Concludes the prophecies told
While narrow gates close

The exit sign
Glowing green and entering light
Out of the time
The revolver had stopped
Into the mind
He had to shoot
The clock
Dropping his hands
Walking through
The exit sign
No more second
Tocks
He takes off his watch
And stares into his thoughts
Thinking about whats next
When he walks through the door
Under the exit sign
He stands clenching the ****
Waiting to turn
He could end the time
If he could only find the nerve

Losing words
I've lost the few
That followed her

Buried in my books
Under letters and hooks
What could I spell
Correct

You left me hanging off an apostrophe
And out of context

No one could understand
Where my words would gallavant

Losing her
I've lost the words
The few that spoke

All exclamations questioned marked

Now what should I search for
Another alphabet

Somehow I'll figure out
How to arrange a whole new
Language

Rough in draft

Straight lines
Curved into scribbling
                      Minds
Painted in pictures

                         My blurry eyes
Couldn't comprehend the size
Overwhelming
        In feature

The crooked
            Lines
   Imperial
Kingdoms
And Nations

Lie in the sketches

       While sleeping dogs
Dream with their *******
The wise disappear
      In the ignorance
Delivered by witches

  I realized time
Was just an hour
Waiting

To fulfill a prophecy
Known by the ages

And the last time I checked
I couldn't read the gauges
                           I studied the manual
But I couldn't comprehend the pages

Straight lines
         Crooked
Scribbling books
     For the stupid

                 I qualified
As the dumbest guy
To ever be evaluated by humans

My first strike
Was I couldn't think alike

And the second strike
Was the fact that I didn't care
About another mans skin type

Strike 3
Was I believed in a G
That would save me
From the worlds crazy

                              I said
You can walk a straight
Line
Crooked sometimes
                And if you
Scribble your graffiti
On the worlds cities
With spray crayons

That's who you are
                         I Am
Says green eggs and ham
Share our delicious
                         Sam
Because sometimes
Are straight lines

Our crooked

My eyes sliced
Through the lies twice
As I saw the truth hide
Inside

They cut through the mind
And the darkness blind
When I saw the hearts crime
Shine onto mine

Into the windows
Of the soul
A wind blows cold
Over the meadows
And grasses grown

The frost was lost
On the blades of us
Cutting through the sun
And all that was
A silent ear spoke sound

Then her mirror
Wiped a smiles fear
Of ever turning upsidedown

And there was a background
Of a record which played
An old song
That left our hearts on the floor

My ***** would never clove
In this deck of cards I hold
My wallet kept telling me to fold

Luck had ran out of town
With time and a wound
Which called me old
And caught me alone

I looked up
Into the universes dream
And saw the planets scream
For love

Saturn is losing her rings
And pluto is a different being
With nobody around
To be or not to be

If I was hanging by a web
With life around my neck
Would you save enough breath
To keep me from my death

Would you keep my silver cord
In tact
Before It would snap
If it were around my neck wrapped
Would you loosen the strap

If my broken was back
Would you heal what had cracked
Could you save me from my God
And his wrath

If the noose was closing in
Digging in my skin
Would you help me get away
From my sin

If I was at
The end of my man
Would you take me by the hand
Save me from my plan
Understand
And still love me again

The glass reflected
Figures inbetween *******
And sipping
The room curved along a wine
Background
Capturing laughs
In the sounds of gossip
Echoing
No one in this room
Would even mention God
However they worshiped many
As they planned murders
And counted pennies
A piano played in the distance
It was an old tune but nobody listened
They were too busy foraging
For an opportunity to be their savior
Like a hungry pack of wolves
Knashing their teeths razors
Only the wrong kind of love circulated
Shook hands and instigated
Evil wrapped in the arms of scoundrels
And their words defecated on each others ears
As God listened in on their plans
They didn't know he was there
No one could see him
He was invisible
Yet if he showed his face they still would not have recognized him
God left the room and not one journalist could have written about his attendance
What they wrote was a different order
A subliminal narrative of sorcery
That would be fed to the gullible
And fatten the lost uneducated illogicals
So many that followed were thirsty and hungry
And they circled about like a pack of hyenas
With evil laughter in their mouths
The moon wasn't even full
This was the new normal
As they conquered the world

The minutes passed
through the windows draft
I felt the breeze pass
across my face
Into my path

60 of seconds
60 of minutes
Sick to my stomach
As hours diminished


An anvil crashed
On my cerebral cortex
And I vomited a vortex
Of months in accordance
With another year

The pattern
Each way I move my steps
Retrace where the last one went
A circle-less circle
Following my lead
Following me to repeat
The same thing over again

I asleep I awake
The sun replays the same day
Adding to my age

The pattern
The same me
In different scenarios scattered
And nothing of it matters
To my current being

Material items accumulate
Even though the only thing
I take
is my soul

Bound to a heaven
Or punished to a hell
I'm painted into my patterns
Desire to free will

Walking through His story
He molded a man
Unworthy of His glory

To follow a pattern
Of matters
in space time and matter

A circle-less circle of manners
Repeated in gestures for each culture
Of his habits

The minutes passed
Then the day grasped
The ends faceless mask

When the recognition of pattern
Proves our geometrical figure
To the sum of Master
Sinner

We will then begin to learn
What was asked
And why we kept repeating
The same disasters
In every act of our


Pattern

Writing on the wall
Read numbers
I counted but wondered
How could I calculate
Without my fingers
Mathematics sewed arithmetic
Solving situational matters
With patterns consistent
Educationally mastered
I swept my pen across the edge
Of a balled point said
Spelling and cursing the erasers head
I should have used pencil
But God wouldn't lead
He chose graphite
Because ink is a horrible thread

I lost my feet
On a walk
Through the streets

I was robbed
In a trot
Where my thoughts believed

On the road less traveled
Less road unraveled
And I became lost
In the gravel
Underneath

I kept on walking
While the sun kept stalking
My every being

The moon had followed
While sun produced tommorows
And yesterdays swallowed me

I realized this path
Was a God of his wrath
And a judgement would have
What my blood had reaped

The end of time
Kept showing the signs
And the signs showed I'm
A lost sheep

She read my poem
But she wasn't impressed by the tone
She expected Shakespeare

But I'm not the one

I have no bliss
For a woman to wish
To be my own

She read how I write
And I guess she don't like
What I got going on

She expected Bukowski
Not a poet this lousy

I should've gave up
But it was they way she aroused me
That kept me writing profoundly

Yet I'm still left lonely

The price I paid
Was the cost I lost
Because she expected Robert Frost

She read my poem
But it was only me

She got

I followed your heart
In the billows of love
That beat each morning

I snuggled in the lavender
And drowsy eyed laughter
That came before the cold floorboards
Reminded me of the warm night

I followed your heart
Because it was like a light unto my dark

You illuminated my world
With your smile as my spark

And the love we made
Was a soft song played
Upon an angelic harmonious harp

I can still hear the ghostly melody
The soft sounds of the violin
As the singer wails the end

The audience is left frozen
As the stage burns away

And I followed your heart
Because it was the brightest star

I'd ever seen

The stars won't shine tonight

One is gonna fall
One is going to burn into the night

Ice cold
Shooting star

Leaving us

Thank you
For visiting the universe

We loved your shine
But we know

You were just a meteoroid

I was counting the stars
Because i ran out of sheep
And i just couldn't sleep
Anymore

So much on my mind
I've spent too much time
Worrying about this world

I keep trying to escape
My destiny's fate
But there's nowhere to run

Maybe i could dream
Of some type of scheme
That just might work

So I'm trying to sleep
And rest in some peace
I cannot find on earth

I'm out here counting stars
And I've got a trillion more

Before I'm done

I was pierced
By reality

It stabbed me with sharpest
Knife in a series of allegories

It was a story of blood
And passionate suffering
For the sake of conciliatory
Outcomes in the aftermath
Of breaking the statutory

And it pierced deep
With the bite of ancillary teeth
Digging into my flesh
And my brains storm
Of what to do next
Other than weep

I was left on the street
Stuck and stabbed
Through my ****** rag of clothes
Which captured the last of my hearts beat

Murdered by reality
In a casket of
How could this ever happen to me

Wiping my lip

I could taste the blood
And your lipstick

This universe changed

While the polka dots
Did a strip tease

The drool from my lips

Sunshine again

Another cup of warm
For mugs

Good afternoon
The morning left
The room

I was left too
With a cold mug
And nothing to do

Maybe I'll kick up my feet
Get something to eat
Smoke some ****

And go back to sleep

It's my day off
And I can be sloth

If I want to
I should

Start by doing
Nothing

Right now

Car ride

Cruising through the highlights
In a smooth afternoon

Slow stride
                      Your eyes

Gazing over the steering wheel

Lets go for a ride
Away from this town

We don't need to go fast
We can take our time

Car ride

My side
               Beside you

Cruising into sunsets
Kissing under moons

Slow stride
                     Your eyes

Gazing over the steering wheel

Lets go for a ride
Away from this town


Car ride

Cruising along the mountain side
Staring into nature's eyes

And her *****

We don't need to go fast
We can take our time

And cruise

Lets go for a ride
Away from this town

It's a slow
Slide
Down
The arrow s
Heart

Where your soul pumps blood
Near the knife
she left inside

There's no need for you to cry
For no pain
Can ever take away

Her eyes

And there's no way
To change the blue
To sky

When your world has said goodbye

It's a slow
Slide
Down
The hurt

Sometimes the pain
Is so much

You can't feel at all

You suffer
Yourself

Down the slide
Of the lonely
lost

Deep inside your
Clusterf#!$k

You find..
     your thoughts

The face of slumber
Tired of waiting
Exhausted
From our human racing
And the words of a serpent
Taking energies
We can't be perfect
But we search it
In the ladies luck of purses
And we read the book of versus
That curses our fleshy worthless
Waiting for tired
Feelings of exhaustion
The face of slumber
Somber in her hands
What kind of man
Could understand
What the serpent did
Knowing what was good
And bad
As curiosity killed the mood
The face of slumber
Fell under
The spell of mother earth
Waiting for tired
Exhausted from her birth
All she wants is a rest in peace
And forgiveness for what she did
To the flesh that heard
Curiosity and what it hissed

Hard times fall
Like the winter snow
Each flake melts morose

Gaze here I
As a snowman
With eyes
Melting away my soul

For It's so hard to get by
And I keep wondering why
I even bother with my carrot nose

Hard times fall
And now I dissolve

Into a puddle

Shining light
Why so dim
Is it because of
The shadows
Flickering

I'll watch you burn out
Through the tears
And all your feelings
Will remain a mystery

Because I won't tell them
Why you lost the energy
To shine again

Your aging filament
Incandescent
Has lost electricity

I'll watch you burn out
Your ability
To shine your lights
Luminosity

Why so dim
Is it the shadows
Flickering
Will you ever
Shine again

Or will darkness
***** your victory

Smoke fills the air
With what's left to breathe

And I'm left watching
              you fade away

             From me

Ban my heart
For its violation
You can stop it from beating

I don't care
And I'm not afraid
Of what you're threatening

You can ban my heart
For its thoughts
At you aiming

I'm not scared
Of any word
You could say to me

You could ban my heart
Because I don't care
About your complaining

It won't ever be yours again