Twelve angry BMWs
$ped away in millionaires
Down slopes sopping wet in anxiousness .
Through signs demanding application or else
Only to crash into trees of Killer Bees looking for excuses to be angry or whatever . Everyone has their buzz .

I asked her to do me a favor :
1. Could you lay down and die ?
2. And be coverd by hordes of ******* flies .
3. Step into the path of a Greyhound bus ?
4 . Go to Africa and swim with crocodiles is a must .
5 . Be the first to go to Mars ?
6 . The last one to leave thar ?
7 . Can you swim the English Channel ?
8 . And then stay ?
9 . Don't get me wrong
10 . I never liked you anyway .

Kisses are live coals
Hugs and tugs and
squeezes are part of the
anticipated goals
Flesh upon flesh ;
extends the exhilaration
Tongues duel for supremacy ; thrusting
in *******
without a doubt of the efficacy
We live dangerously as the gasoline of love
With sparks of anticipation
bursting into flames
that shoot high above
We are consumed
in heat
becoming the orange tinged ashes
cooled by tears
as Angels weep

"My drops of tears I will turn to sparks of fire !" William Shakespeare - Henry the VIII , act two , scene IV .

I'm
mixing alcohol . . .
with silver tears of fear

While ,
I'm looking back
on all the agony
of my years

Whose
demise . . .
is now drawing nye

I dream of being Pheonix
with . . .
red plumage and desire
to be
consumed
by the tears I have set on fire

So . . .
let me pour another drink
and
rake the coals of my bier

While waiting on the
flames to appear

So I can
set my teardrops
on fire

Man makes the money
Money makes the man

It's not how long you live
It's how you live long

(You said I was full of sin)
I said I was full of crime

(So somehow you have changed over time)
I replied I am still of my kind

Like lightning in sky
Thunder up high
I am determined
someday to die

(Why?)

I will not hold on to sunsets anymore
There came a time to open and one now to shut the door

I no longer ask for any more
I have more than the nothing I need

I wish you agreed

Everyday
is built on lies
The kinds we
turn into truths
that we despise

We wake up
at uneven hours
Restless , bothered
with a stomach
that's soured

Everyday
turns out the same
so we make up
more lies to deal
with the pain

Such beautiful
sunsets spell out
our demise
So we crawl
into caves
just to let
loose the cries


You can't take away
from the already given
With empty hands
you stand and call
this living

If you have no place in the places you own
Perhaps your welcome you've outgrown
If you don't exist to the people there
If you were to vanish
would anyone care
You've turned into an invisible man
The people avoid you and you don't understand
Maybe that knock that nobody answered
Do they treat you like you have a cancer
Maybe it's time to close up the shop
Take what little you have
for it was hard fought
Take a permanent tropical vacation
I'm sure it will provide all you need for your elevation
If you have nothing
you've got nothing to lose
Exit stage left on a Carribean cruise

It seems he has come to his end
Squashed by the wheels that spun over him
They say his better days
lay at his toes
No one now turns a page to see or disclose

No longer do his words go pop
Now that he can no longer hop
It's as it is I suppose
For the dead poet squashed on the road

The analytical is now over
Nothing left but for the spirits to hover
While not a (Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road)
Time has now come for the Yellow Brick Toad

Ribbit . . . . Ribbit . . . Ribbit

. . . . .  Ribbit . . . . Ribbit . . . .

Someday everyone

has to croak .


. . . . . . . . . . RIBBIT . . . . . . . .

The hounds of Nbucketville
howl at the full moon's folly
While feral cats walk the fence
short of their own immortality
They write lines upon the sand
And call it perfunctorality
Actually it is nothing more short than their own taste of banality
. . . banality
. . . banality
. . . banality
. . . banality

Some like to live on the edge
Find it exhilarating
Makes them feel alive

Some live in fear
Dread the coming days
Would rather sheds tears
Than wade through the haze

Those who edge are ledge lodgers
Must always be on spot
or over the edge they'll drop

The fear mongrels are like rats
They scatter when revealed
But live another day to come to bat

I find no comfort in my joy
No relief in the row I ***

It seems that all has been taken
From every day I know

I'm not saying I feel Moses
Who gave up on all he had

To lead his people's promise
To the edge of being glad

It is as if it has been taken
Since the day that I was born

That leads my soul to be shaking
So thread bare worn , soiled and torn

Those whose open palms are waiting
Whose angry scorn reveals

Over hot coals my life they're raking
So happy that they squeal

In time they will crush me
Grind my bones into the dust

But they will be soon to follow
Sometimes life will turn out just

If my words were to glow
If they like a mighty river to the equator flow

As mighty as sequoias grow
Aspiring to stand and hold their ground
Would my words reach as high
Could they turn to and astound

When I look to find
the fire that others tell
I choke on the smoke and heat
that their breath of words exhale

But my words fall as hard and fast
as Autuum's Mourning Doves to the hunter's blast

With some only wounded in their pending plight  
The ending to fledgling desires
Denied of the right to flight

From the cradle
to the grave
We line up
To be enslaved

The car went silent
I coasted to the side
I had that sickening feeling
I couldn't fix it this time

I managed to find a phone
Back then it was only a dime
The ringing over and over
gave me another sickening feeling
that I was wasting my time

So it began to rain
That sickening feeling
swept in that
I was going to get wet

So undecided
What to do next ?
So far from home
I began to fume and fret

No one to help
No where to go
No was the answer
to every question met

So the rain turned
to snow
On the streets
it became slush
All my spirits
had been crushed

I needed a girl in a flat bed ford to slow down and take a look at me
Someone to give me shelter from the storm
Only wanting to know
Who'll stop the rain

Someone who was as lonely as me

As fleeting
as the flash of the firefly
Fast enough
to steal your breath
before you even realize
A never ending desire
to see it
over and over again
Makes up your dreams
in the middle of the night
. . . .  to flame !

Daisies don't grow on Abbey Road .

There is no such thing as London fog .

No octopus's garden in the rain .
Nor in the shade .

No yellow bus on a magical mystery tour .

She's so heavy .
She's so bad
She removes the screen before coming in through the bathroom window

Standing in my English tan
Waiting . . .
Here comes the sun .

She never gave me
any more than the twice she'd take

Now you have no where to go

One sweet dream
One tear away
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Suffers like a Tuesday on the phone to me

She could steal
But could not rob .

No there is no home to go back to
No smiles to away the cry
No more lullabies
or invitations

And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make .

I read the open invitation
there upon your skin
The softest core of constrenation
demanding that we sin
Pressing firmly , there are no questions why
I envelope you completely the apple of your thighs
Into a world of firey Hell
As drop by drop the tension swells
I feel the need , the lust ,
and consuming fire
The thrilling rush of my wild desire
I surround your urgency
by drawing near
The exhilaration stokes your tingling fear
Sweet lips that never smile
Willingly go that extra mile
The intense heat and man made sweat
Brings us together tete a tete

Are you lying to my face
Or waiting til I turn my back to your disgrace

Your words cut deeper
than I can heal
As the life in me drains out
and I can no longer feel

You are a disease with your words of hate
What did I do to you
thus to make

Your soul shadows the shades of sin
There is nothing but pure evil behind that grin

Someday when the truth is revealed
When stripped of the power that now you wield

The light of truth , the way the life
The tables will be turned
causing your strife

Every lie the axe does stroke
The chips may fall
like the songs to notes

And when the tree falls
the one ripe with knowdge
of good and evil
Will you be counted on to be one of his people ?

So you may hurt me
for now I can't lie
But only up to
the point
the moment that I die

So God sends me comfort
when he utters those chords
"Revenge is a matter of
property that belongs
to our Lord"

If you're siiting at home
in the dark

No one around
no sounds , 'cept the kids
down'n the park

You rock back and forth slowly
Like the thoughts 'n your head

Thinking about all the reasons why
without a spark the flames of love are dead

You say you gotta stay hungry
I say you're starved to death

You say you're looking for love
First , I say , you've
gotta have a heart

Just because I thought . . .
was the futherest from the truth

I dedicated all my energies
to the wasting of my youth

Here's to love and family
and all my shady friends

That leave me cold and lonely
Was it worth it in the end

Bitter is as bitter does
The cup will measure up

Bitterness comes from a root
Buried deep inside the gut

Sure I have my memories made
They never let me sleep

I twist them into my dreams
the ones I never keep

The Indians left behind the old ones
who could not match their step

Perhaps it was kinder still
than prolonging the agony of their death

Whose bones I walk upon I will never know

Just know it's getting harder
to get off my *** and go

I've been there before
Can't look you in the eye
I have no answers for
all your questions why

There is nothing in my defense that I can say
All I can hope to do is
live to walk away

First instincts is to run
But where would I go
I can no longer lie
After all you know

Everything is falling apart
Dictated by your icy stare
The reality of it all is that
you no longer care

I've been here before
I'll never learn it seems
If you turn over paradise
You cash out your dreams

Where turns my hearts desire

To white cliffs that have been left afar

Stretched for miles as the freedom brings

I walk the worn path above the straits

The welcoming site of Heavnly gates

The keys are depressed
to my depression

I wallow in the keys of syncopation

That drift down the scales to the lowest elevation

The hammers strike the strings of soul

Releasing the vibrations
that take control

I moan low as the notes pierce my heart

and the pain dribbles out
.
..
...

Faith is the substance of dreams hoped for

and the evidence of things not seen

We were the generation
caught between country
and Penny Lane

The sheds with roofs of
rusty tin

Turned to streets paved to no end

World War two became the deviding line

The modern day Maginot Line

Time swallows all creating
history pages in high school books

We moved faster than the weather
Like tornadoes from state to state

From Air Force base to base
from war to war

From each other ,
our own 38th Parellel
or Demilitarised Zone
family wise

Now today's Purple Hearts
and Medal of Honors
collect dust in a chesterdrawers full
old photographs turning
brown to age

I still smell the dusty dried straw in the old shed
that the tears will never wash away

Ease into the notion
As easy as
a simple sigh

Soft as a three year old's
why

Condensation
          so
condesending

Four finger high
ease on by , bye bye

Sweet whiskey sky
Pinks and stays
Even the frays
slip away into the
ghost

A sip in time untwines
the lies
as the woods ignite in fireflies

Ooooooh , as the misery soothes my brain
and banishes my pain

Now the afternoon
warmth goes running after
the sun

My glorious moment chills in the black velvet
much like a Black Russian
drives me insane in jealousy

numbingly . . . cold .

If I were a wise old fool
Or a duck out of luck
Would I count my money
by thimble or by a dumping truck

I'm glad I have no such problems
I broke the rules and bank
I own a four cornered mansion
On every street with steeply sloping banks

I have no problems eating
I mark every foodline on a map
I own stock in Salvation Army
I bought off this persuasive chap

I worry not for tomorrow
Today is good enough for me
I've been told I have no future
So say the fortune tellers that is all they see

Oh well , oh whale , oh wail
It doesn't matter me
Time now for a free lunch
Then in your alley I will surely go to ***

Provide the truth so that I may know
Which side the winds choose to blow
I wandered aimless with
steadfast contemp
I borrowed the book that
you said you lent
oh yeah . . .

Well the whale went dry
after flood
You said I was full
of cold bad blood
You opened the door
saying I'm rotten
don't come back
here anymore
oh , oh yeah . . .

Well the sun will shine
after the rain comes down
Even though you have to walk around
on the muddy ground
You put your faith in the hands that bind
Like a stumbling fool you were  completly blind
oh yeah . . .

Well the whales will leap coming crashing down
I waited around as they lowered you down
I thought sure the storms would finally come
Nothing but the tears were left after it was all said and done
oh , oh yeah

Well the whales will leap
coming crashing down
I shed a tear while they put you in the ground
oh yeah . . .

Once you enter
you're never coming back
See every inch has been mined with all those 500 traps
You'll have better luck in Vegas
Than getting by the post poem impasse
No matter a like , love or repost
Your intentions have been ghost
The few that do remain
prove the rule of "insane"
HELL*POETRY WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO LAME

I left the world for a better place
I couldn't stand to take it anymore
Everyone was just suffering
like a revolving door
Then there were no children
The pets had all passed away
I sat alone and wondered
until that final day
I left behind the memories
I'll make new ones up ahead
It will be a glorius time
Now that I am dead

Hollow hearts of ancient oaks
Barren are the arms of Winter's coats
Awakened to the crush of frozen snow
Crisps in air , the sun so low

Lend me soul to fly away
to clear skies that brings the day
Let my lungs breathe in deep
Wishing for joy my feet could leap

I struggled with weakness and found it strong
That truth is deceitful so claims my wrongs

The cold now resides deep of bone
Much like death's call from decrepit home
The warmth of July's have duly gone
Replaced by the certainties I can't prolong

So be it my flesh of black and blue
The bite stings now so ever  true
Yet the heart remains achingly  young
As the final breath eventually comes

So slides down beneath the oak
The last breath of Sun  finally choked
Eternal night now slips on in
On glossimer wings so silky thin

What's behind the veil is truth
Unlike the strength of withered youth
My face pressed to the heart of glass
But my vision is clouded looking past

Relax now its natures way
Comes to everyone somehow someday
I lay my rest in my makers hands
The only truth that forever stands

I'm not rich
Nor pinch penny poor
I have gold in my thoughts
I have silvery shining
struts
You can't have what I don't have
You can't give me what I don't need
I can't be crazy
You said I'd lost my mind
If I am so lazy
Why am I always moving on
Time is money
Money is time
What a bipolar truth
My cup runneth over with nothing
You can't have nothing until you have nothing to
lose
Hey Brother !
Can you spare me a dime
I'll repay you with time

The days have become
cast lead ingots
that hold me under
The seconds a plague of locusts
That devour every shred of dignity
The weeks that lay ahead
leave me horizontally inclined
Now the years are rubber stamped overdue
or return to sender
The hours oscilliate from day to night to a monotonous finale
with every note short of breath
The months have compounded my interest of doubts
Leading to decades of debacles and debauchery
And to a lifetime devoid of hope

Service without sacrifice is a lie

We are all born to serve

Either God or man

Those who receive are served

Those who serve are blessed

Blessed are the ones who served in the name of the Lord for their tears will be wiped away by the hand of God .

Blackholes eat oroboroi
for lunch .

Will they eat too much ?

Only time will tell .

My , how I loved the night
Oh , the sweet breeze of mystery
The warm breath of summer on my neck
Oh , how I loved it so
Oh , that could I go
but not a possbility anymore
The excitement in a strangers face
The closeness of companionship
The embrace and kisses
of give and take
where has my desire gone

Oh how I loved the night

I come to my father
Seeking relief from the  pain
Knowing he will not answer
In the way I could claim

I'm feeling the sting of the sins of my fruit
Hoping the clamor within
he'll be able to mute

I know I'm forgiven
But that's why I repent
If only my heart would listen
But it hears not laments

But this agony resides
Deep in my soul
How could I have been so callous
Is my heart really that cold

I may be washed
in the blood of the lamb
All of my sins forgiven
But heartwise I'm jammed

These memories claw
like a lion on a rage
Never forgiven
trapped in my cage

Evolution doesn't swing from trees
It flows inside its veins
It likes to stick out its foot
tripping up with pain
It doesn't like to go with flow
Hates the way it should
Says what is wrong with subtle change
It's time you understood

I once was like you
made of muscle and blood
and skin and bone
But my days have come and now they have gone

And I'm left out in the dark to wander round lone
No longer to smell the sweet things
Not even a song

No heat , no cold
no voice of my own
I have no place of residency
to call my place home

All that I have
is a dark holes embrace
Forever now my time
is lost in its space

I am no more than the thought in your head
And that will be gone when you too are dead

So I am condemned with
no senses at all
No tumbling or floating that I can recall

Trapped in the nothingness that's greater than Hell
Just that of my consciouness and the memories that tell

Just takes a second to end a life
Twenty-four hours to make a day
Four weeks to build a house
I have more to say

It takes a lifetime
to define a life
The time you spent wisely
let the unwisely strife

Time is the greatest enemy
Devours one of us or all
The only enemy of time is eternity
That's where time runs into a wall

Life is an ocean
Each person a wave
that journeys across seas
to the shores final grave

Some waves be gentile
Come others by storm
All come to crashing
to be justly reborn

While walking down the road
A voice not there is heard

I turn and stare in silence
Lost in the moment of uncertainty

The silence is eternal
Has left me with nothing now to say

I turn into indifferance
and shuffle on my way

Half expecting a goodbye
There is nothing but my sigh

Life is an ocean

Each person a wave

that journeys across seas

to the shores final grave

Some waves be gentle

Others arriving by storm

All come to crashing

to be justlly reborn

Out of the starry night ,
By the way the moon glows
the monuments are lined up in rows upon rows

They glisten eerily though through the birch bark and oak
they be the condemned lost souls
now as ghosts flow

On the beach at night
with the sands and bonfires
To the woe weary waves
telling the shore all that transpires

The whales sing first
to one then another
Then asking of me  
are we not all one brother

Overnight hanging
on the shelf of a cliff
face to face with stars
and meteors so swiff

I hear the owls
in the forest below
telling to me , Yes
We know , we know

So no matter where it is
or when that I go
I am never alone
For everything everywhere does tell me so

ManoMaker
don't forsake her
Cut the ties
that bind the lies
And set the Angels free

ManoMaker
widow maker
take the good book
break the bad hook
Set the Angels free

Well , ManoMaker
Part time taker
Turn to chapter nine
Lists all the crimes
Oh let them Angels free

Hey ! ManoMaker
Mr Al A. Gator
Lover of the swamps
Romp , Stomp , chomp
Let them Angels go

Yes , "if not for you"
Then comes all the banter
All of the glory
That we so undeservingly
deserved

I once surprised a waterbug (actually a roach only tinier) on my kitchen counter . I grabbed a handy jar and lid and scraped the pest into the jar intent on its oblivion . I left it on the counter intending to starve it to death . After a week had gone by it's exoskeleton turned white . All movement had stopped but it was still alive . To me it appeared it was in a state of meditation , motionless as if contemplating the most cosmic questions imaginable . This went on for another week before I began to respect the dignity of this amazing insect . Then I felt compassion and regret over what I had done so I put a drop of water in the jar to see what would happen . At first the insect remained motionless then went over to the water but stopped right at the edge and to me it appeared to give thanks before drinking any . I thought that was strange so I put a piece of bread in to see what would happen next . The same thing again happened . At first nothing and then the approach and stop and again the appearance of grace before consuming . I was so impressed I let it go after it had had its fill . Then I realized we are waterbugs compared to God and we are put into a jar here on Earth and we are starved for the words of God (Ye shall not live by bread alone but by every word that commeth from the mouth of God) and finally we are to give thanks for everything we receive in exchange for love , grace , forgiveness and ultimately life .

So I begged and pleaded
and plucked the weeds
I waited for something
to answer to my needs

But the silence of winter's
snow softly fell
There was no echo rising
from my empty well

I looked up
with pleading eyes
Only to find icy
brow and lies

Wasn't even asking
for space on the shelf
What less selfishness
must I do to prove myself

Thus the carrot dangles
from from the stick
Telling me to prepare
for the coming kick

Amen

Once was the memory as fresh as frozen dew

I stepped back and then over
the rotten log of truth

Now the days are slated
in the absence of the years

Leave me debating on the worthy of shedding salty tears

The oaken deck and floorboards
of my weathered ship

From the sun and salt
have turned to white at the ending of my trip

I left one foot ashore and the other out at sea

Have thus been devided serving two masters knowing that it can never be

I scowled at by the landward winds

Then turned and prayed to us at sea they'd send

So the back and forth of my life
I sadly never let it end

Now the mast has broken
the repairs will never last

Thus I come limping into port
dropping anchor , and  holding fast

The dingy is the last ride
on the oars that water drips

I'll not be putting out to sea
It's now the time that R.I.P. s

But be not sad the greatest voyage remains

One a joy to make
that eliminates
the pain