You feed me gerber
Buckets on will call
I am vulcanized in speech
A stallion locked in stall

Never greatly wised
Dependent on settled dust
You twist hair and screws
Displaying skin and fuss

You have queued and propended
Laid out all the plan "B's"
Covered the coins of cost
Turn to rub knees

You know it's only begun
Don't luck up
Comes the crack of gun

How many holes does it take to fill a hole ?

How many souls to fill a grave ?

How many lies does it take
to build a bridge of truth ?

How many "how manys" you may ask

How many words make a mouthful ?

How many steps make a right direction ?

How many regrets in the choices not made ?

How many "how manys' you may ask

Is it whiskey watered down or
watered down whiskey ?

Does it take a cloudy day
to have clouds in your eyes ?

Is a hands on job a snake handler or someone who is handy at their job ?

Is a highway ****** madness
or a lowway when it goes under an overpass ?

Should books be read before they are burned ?
What about people ?

Those who shout
"In the name of God !"
Don't know his name

Which comes first
an afterlife or afterdeath ?
For they can't exist in the same entity at the same time

And finally for the most important of all ; do cats stray out of curiosity or does curiosity make cats stray ?

Answered are not found by searching for them

They come from living them

I can hear the hum
of the wires
As the lives are compressed
into individual
electrons
vibrating in negativity

Don't look back
The door softly closes
on the opportunities
while we are distracted
looking through the windows of our dreams

Skip a line
Try Titan like
Maybe your cloud
will shroud your
desperation
in fear
As lost as
the speed of light
Warped !
Bent !
Falling into a
worm hole
Arriving at the center
of a Black Hole
. . . so captivating

The wind blows across the bay
You say it's time to let it go
I turn to face the force
You're right , inside I know

I bend to the sand
let the grains run through my life
I stand straight , face my fate
Embrace the strife

Like a book overdue
A page ripped out
A heart mutilated
A charge turned to rout

The wind has increased
The clouds roll in
And I know what happens
to houses
Built on sand

We were born
in the hunger
of the swearing
of our time

We were all
given the grains
of time to waste
away

All at once
we swallow
the error
of our lies

Choke down
the sanguine
truth

Fool or saint
Prophets stumble
over their sins
in the dark

Just need a little
light , a little heat
to start a fire

Left holding the chain
Never ate my dreams
Turned to watermelon
Seeds and schemes

Had to look west
The sun Filmore East
One wonders the least
. . . . the least

Never be the words
weekend crazed
Creating explanations
left confused , certainly dazed

The friend thief
incognito
Dances double
with Magneto

Land sharks
great white and rich
Bite the heads off
Every young *****

Life cheap and fake
Ants in Amber
Back to Least Coast
Across the land of anger

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The words of the poet
Don't mean much
We forget the thought
But not the feel
How each poet
made it all real

So the Sony clock belched
out the seconds
It had been empty as another full day
The whipoorwill yelled
for Ubernation
while standing on his bones
of petrification
It seems dinosaurs never
really went away

Alleluia

How many times have I crossed the Mississippi ?
Only God will know now for sure
The same can be said of the continental devide
The land of summer snow
It's full of purple mountain majesty
It yaws at my imagination
Someday I will to go back for more

Hallelujah

Some people say you either love of hate me
There is found no middle ground
That has me often wondering
about judgement day
As I will be surely standing down
Will Jesus look at me and say I know you , won't you kindly stick around

Halleluyah !

I'm a box inside a circle
A straight line twists out
Good time to say something about the color of purple

Who said disco is dead
It's just standing on one leg inside its grave
on a coffin made of lead

So you say you are a widow after I met your husband

Whatever makes you happy
is sure to make you fall

Consider this
Consider all

Is there any difference ?

Young life
Trying to say
one thing right
Every morning
mirrored fright
Here in your home


Am I doing this wrong
Didn't say in the song
Nor on the Go ogle
Just blanks on paper
and in the guns

N'ere to be free
just locked into
the night
Breathing firelight
from the firefight

The wheels of change roll on .
The highway paved in cobbles of eternity .

All doors remain open regardless of the sun or rain .
Those who stand opposed are run over and assume the pain .

Bump - Bump !

Snow , then rain
Laughter causing pain

Handshakes , no trust
Elation turns to bust


Stainless steel that rusts


Eyes of the wind
Tears of the ocean send

Gnats move mountains
Saints make sins

Kaleidoscopic lens

Leonardo took a drag off his pipe . . .
Leaned back unsatisfied

"What do you think Thomas ? What is it lacking ?"

Eddison , leaned in for a closer look

"I don't know for sure other than it needs a little more light ."

"Who is that anyway , I don't think I've seen her around before ?

de Vinci , "Oh I don't think you've ever seen her but I'm sure you've heard her around ."

They both look at each other and declare ,"Moaning Lisa !"

Upon the path , flows through the forest

I'll walk a ways by river's way

Below the mountains
that run ahead

I've lost all my now
I had to say

(The songbirds do it better ayway)

Yellow butterflies ignite the sky

While a bald eagle gives the ole' eagle eye

The sun clothes me
in threads of finer gold

Not too ostentatious , not too bold

The warmth soothes my bones and heart

Telling the obstinate mumurations to soon depart

The most beautiful color
is sky blue

And the color of love emanating
from the smile of you

The intent leaves ,
directed by our desires ,
bounce of the walls and
the canyons of our minds
The echoes never round
the corners
in the way they left
They come staggering out
colliding with the walls of destiny
We always stop to listen
Then go about our day
No one can remember what they say

Lay down the music low
No place for the light to glow
Lay back and ease on down
Wash out on tides that bound
Untie every knot and release
Dwell in the options called peace
Let no words disturb your trust
Let no touch turn to lust
Become one of the many
In the fabric of time and plenty
Barely breathe , so relieved
So silence conceived
Surrender to the night
To win you must lose the fight

No one reads the words
written across my smile anymore

'Cept the one looking down

And I wonder if that is a smile or a frown

The days taste of lost dreams

Such a ripple of breath upon the tongue of my dreams

Sometimes when I am standing numb

I have that endless breach

I just wanna be the same

Then you go home alone

My heroes were
windows of wonder

That gathered no dust
upon sills

But under the leaves
of their autuums

They turned into stargates
battling over their own wills

Falling like meteors
into the deathtrap of time

Across the night's sky
to the memories of mind

Upon the sad realization
that it was evident

They were no more
infallible than the heavenly sent

That their seconds were
accumulating score

Leading to the exit of the
house of life's back door

All of my Heroes are zeros who got lucky in some way

Whose arc of spark is spent  
and now fade away

Alleviate my heavy heart
Release the demons
that I wish would soon depart

Turn the air pure in thought
What I've found was not that what I sought

What I gathered were the weeds and thorns
and the lightning from thunderstorms

Now my bones ache of sin
These guilty feelings run deep within

Once I reached the mountain's top
I realized there was no place to go but to drop

The devouring grave with headstone made
has me questioning if I am saved

So I raise my fist in a defiant stance
Such foolish arrogance
yeilds an ungodly glance

I am a rich man in beggars clothes
To be stripped naked so my sins will be exposed

Fot what little I have gained . . . will be taken and given to the righteous to claim

The thrill of flying
doing somersaults in the air
Hanging by one hand
on the trapeze
Their faces full of scare

Met a fraulein on the seven days of waiting
Been dreaming of those days and all the seven nights waking

I crossed the James River
Would you have crossed I wanted to know
It was full of beer bottles
At night had an erie glow

You keep a pistol locked and loaded
By the nightstand in your room
Hoping to shoot holes in the new full moon

Everyone loves you empty of feelings
So you are feeling the pain
There is no sweets in being around the world while left standing in the rain

Take the assualts posted on the magazine's page
Flip through the pages , turning up the volume of rage

Remember when the world was yours
Stuck in Vegas in a Vega
Yelling , "The world is mine !"
Sacrė bleu (●~●)_/
                    /  ♤
                        /\

Chinese ,
It wasn't cheap
So I charged it to the government
Taxpayers never had a say
Those in power legislate it to be that way

Of course they had to have all new names
for all the old items that were the same ol' same

Peking Duck was renamed Apollo *** Luck
Szechaun Chicken became known as Polaris Back and Black
Sweet and sour shrimp turned to Lunar Prawn .

Always abundant parking but you best stay near .
When it's dark out who knows what's out there to fear

Well I'm on my way to Mars .
Going to be a pioneer
One of Musk's first ever transplanted engineers

Sure some will die
I'm counting on it that
it won't be this guy

And when I do
I hope to be buried
on Ole' Red under the Red , White and blue Martian sky
Paving the way for the followers to come

Oh and when you come make a stop on the dark side of the moon for Chinese takeout
It's a long way to Mars
10 - 4
Over and out !

Promise me !
(A thousands times at least)

Love you forever !
(How fast and short forever falls next to eternity)

All these things I said to you

Trust me with your life !
I would never hurt you !
I wouldn't lie to you !
Promise me ?

Why it was only yesterday
I think I said it all to you
Like a hand on a rusty blade
Like breathing when it's all you can do

Forever was not long enough for me and you

The fix fluctuated
like a butterfly
on acid

Every word a demonstration
of the vunerability
of flesh

Come Fix all our world of longings

I weave no webs around your thoughts
I throw no swine before the pearls you've bought

As long as love's kiss is to prevail
One must abide before the gates of Hell

To taste the glory of the rain
One must be careful of lightning's pain

Or listen to the thunderous
roar
And the hail's rattlin' at your door

Should you live or choose to die
There will always be a bluer sky

We all dangle from the ropes of trees
Then comes the collector of all our fees

None come ready with stout desire
All are uncertain except the liars

I've got friends in all the wrong places

They leave me up canoe creek without the power to propel

There was no criminal intent

Just simple criminals unintentionally

We were posted to the almost most wanted list

But no one was concerned
No one discerned

Only that we are not allowed stay
But migrate we must to do

So the pride of the pride roared like a mouse

And the meek inherited
the sins of the father

Of mice , men and lions
up canoe creek with the eye of the tiger on them

. . . with no propulsion

Those thoughts
. . . twisting . . .
Days . . .
listing away
where there is
no peace at heart

Sparks fly
. . . ignighting the flannel
of the past

The agony soaked in kerosene leap upward
heavenly bound

You rip out your heart and offer a sin offering and burn the rest

The breath of hurricanes
scurries away the aroma

Hallelujah is written across your lips in invisible ink

It is as you lived it

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"