Life comes hard for the easy
Easy as you go
Take it easy
let it out fast or let it be slow

Someday Mercury will fall into the sun
With no more commotion that a phiff
And be gone
so easy
no rights or wrong

life is hard anyway you spell it

I'm ever reaching up
For what I cannot touch

Waiting for the seas of reasoning
To reach the beaches of understanding

I'm ever raising my voices
Asking about the consequences of my choices

Seeking a positive direction
The words I see and their interpretations

I'm always on a limited scale
Not to be unbalanced or I will fail

Not to stumble over in the dark
From the mistakes when I missed the mark

I will keep reaching up
Though I keep missing the cup

For I know when comes the day
It will be handed to me and told to come in and stay

Hello in there ?
How ya doing ?
The sun's not up
But the frost's alluring
I just knocked
but there's nothing's doing
Ah huh

Hello in there ?
Oh , by the way
I can't stay long
See I can't stay
I have to be elsewhere
by tomorrow's day
Uh huh

I'm getting cold
I've knocked so long
It's plain to see
That you don't want
anything
to do with me
after all I'm the one
who set you free
Uh huh

Maybe it will
rain today
On my parade
in everyway
More than likely ,
probably
uh hum


The sun
won't shine
I'm wasting time
But I've got no
better place to be
No sirree
It's so common now of me
uh huh

Goodbye there
I'll knock no more
It's plain to see
by the  double locked door
there is no more
To ever see
and I'm feeling it most sadly
uh huh

It's the way
it's gonna be
So much for all
those so called "onlys"
uh huh

That's the way it's gonna be
That's the way it's gonna be
uh huh

The collection of Sundays
The days of drifting by
The lazy sunny rays
Sitting back , getting high

Thought those days
would never end
But time says
They have to bend

I always kept a fire
burning in my heart
Wound up being the liar
Who turned it into an art

When I lost the light
within me
When I gave into the fight
That defeated me

When the love left
The feeling I used to know
It left my heart cleft
Reeling from the blow

It was summer time
Thunder from the storm
Started humming a line
from a tune well worn

The night has its way
You could not take mine
With nothing to say
you cut the knot that binds

The silence hung heavy
Like summer dew
Like fog on a levee
So it was with me and you

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 lost my mind
If I'm so lazy
Why am I always moving around

Time is money
Money is time
What a bipolar truth

My cup runneth over with nothing
You can't have anything utill you have nothing to lose

Hey Brother !
Can you spare me a dime and I will repay you with time ?

I read the news today
. . . . . . (oh boy) . . . . . .
about a lucky man who made the grade . . .

Isn't It A Pity . . .

Hey Jude you can Let It Be

Come tear down these Walls and Bridges

This city of Steel and Glass

Just Imagine how it could be

Well Here Comes The Sun

But he is whispering Don't Let Me Down

Something , In My Life

Within you , Without You

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Love Is All You Need
to conquer Yesterday

Says My Sweet Lord

Hollow hearts of ancient oaks
baren are the arms of winter's coats

Awakened
to the crush
of frozen snow
crisps in air
sun so low

Lend me soul
and fly away
To clear skies
and wish the day

I struggled
with weakness
Found it strong
Find its truths
deceitful
say my wrongs

The cold
is of my bones
Reminds me
death's calling
from home

The warmth of
July's gone
Replaced with certainties
you can't prolong

So be it my flesh of blue
The bite stings ever true
Yet the heart remains  young
As the final breath has come

Slide down beyond the oak
The last breath of sun has
choked
Eternal night now slips on in
Come ride the northern wind

I spit out pieces of shattered hallelujahs
While you walk across the flames raging of depression

I look at the hourglass
with indecision
while wasting away one gain at a time

Parents raise their
children up

Children raise them down

. . . hallelujah . . .

I loved to ride my Schwinn bicycle
I must have been only nine
I would ride it down to the pond
where I spent a lot of my time

I also loved a girl back then
She had a dog named Polar Bear
Of course it was white
until it was run over
by a school bus whose driver didn't care

I loved living in Florida
The salt air from
the ocean was  exhilarating
When I left the Sunshine State
I left a huge chunk
of my heart there

Now I am a hand in my pocket
Always reaching for something not there
Home is where you dry
your tears
But I've found no sleeve to wipe them on


If only we could put poems
in a bucket
then throw them onto a raging fire
Would the flames die out
or leap even higher .

But it seems words cost us nothing
More plentiful than the leaves of grass
Our lives have become instrumentals
Where there are no words to be found

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.
.
.
.
.
That's all folks

.
Why challenge the bombs
of destruction
Let them sing in the
indifference
of hate
For they will stumble
on the rubble
of their sins
And there fruit
is poisonous
to the children
who will grow
twisted in the thoughts
of a false eternity
here on Earth .

My thoughts slip in and out
Like low whispers of light
That are challenger deep
in darkest desires

Passes as soft as the warm breath of June
                  Pages are sages
Smoke rises choking off
the dreams of sleepless nights
                  leaving angry words of accusations

I would love to love you
(Quick and wicked mind)
Oh , but turns the page of time
I lay you down in rhyme

.

we live with

die without

breathe in

breathe out

mumble

or shout

certainty

clouded over

in doubts

everything

rests upon

the next

step

the next heartbeat

One that loves
everyone in general
loves no one
in particular

How far are the backs
to yesterday's moves

Sweet summer time wine
Restless and somewhat bored

Laying under the stars and trees

Waiting for the night to move

Always waiting

She was the introduction
A cat clawing  at the screen door

I had a neck of elaboration
She had fingers of steel

We waited on the thunder
Remembering
how the air was so still

We waited and waited
the evil and the good

The night has moves
It was completely
understood

Sunsets :
     winter , spring ,summer or fall

To me the best time of day's all

I watch without anxiety

You're not civilized until you learn life is too precious to throw it away

Not until you recognize for every good deed done it undoes another .

Being civilized means serving others before you serve yourself

She has December's eyes
all gray and cold
too cold to be exposed
to the elements of love

Finally he trudges through
the doorstep
of his Victorian home
Shuts the door to the cold outside and settles down to read his book and drink very expensive scotch all alone
May he R.I.P. the parachute cord and fall into abysis

The little boy runs for his life ducking behind a Salvador Dali tree just in time as the bigger bullys run bi

The little girl is looking out the big bay window on Christmas morn
All her presents lay open at the base of the tree
The present she longs for will never come
now that her brother has gone away

The millionaire extraodinare gave the homeless man some cash
Later that day he gave it to a bag lady and her daughter and smiled
as he walked away

The football team boarded
a plane destined to go to a bowl game and play
The ice accumulated and the plane went down
and no one walked away

He stands in the freezing rain that has started to spit out snow
He is much colder inside
as the memories have all lost their glow
He remains steady
as he is ready
Would be so easy now
to simply let go

Love is like hugging a porcupine as tight as you can while it pierces your heart through

Friends are like a bloodhound that sniffs your crotch then ****** on your leg

I was born in Selma
My younger sister ,
Wichita Falls ,Texas
The oldest sister in Orlando
My only brother in Spokane , Washington

There was always a distance between the members of the family

Lightyears reflected in our eyes . With no tears spread .

Nor no affection for the
place of the dead

Now I write about the past
For there is not much future ahead

From Texas dust , to the clover fields of Alabama ,  to the mountains of Washington , the seas of Florida , and Birmingham

As a child I slept at night in the back window of the Plymouth from Texas to Selma with the thump of my heart for company

I thought it was the monster taking one step at a time following me to Selma to **** me

Now I know when I hear no more footsteps he has found me

The past is a novel I'm working on , revising , rewriting , and discarding .

The future is a perfect Haiku I've yet to corrupt

I am the well ,
a fountain of life
a satiator of thirst
for hollow souls

I am the winds of change
that brings the destruction
that makes way for the
coming new age

I am the promise
on the tongue of salvation
that liberates the persecuted

I am the words
that will last forever
long after the sun grows dark
and the moon and stars disappear

I am the joy of the
steadfast
whose faith are the eyes
that sees into the soul of creation

I am what you may think
But I am not your vision
to be judged or to be destroyed

My promise is rooted in faith , patience and grace . There are no shadows standing in the light of truth

A mausoleum of pain
sealed for perpetuity
hidden behind the eyes
in chains of DNA burn the slow after effects fueled by  choices made in ignorance

Once upon the road
of infamy , in the footsteps made in sacred dust , millions of years beyond and older than the thirst for knowledge that you choke on . . . you've become consumed in flames ; illumimating the path before you as you go , so you don't stumble over the errors of the past and fall into the future upon the stakes of fallacy

coffee coffee coffee
nothing to eat
throw in two weeks of no sleep

You keep knocking me down
Even though you're not around

All this time I wasted
after my world
came to an end

All the wasted I was in time
Stumbling over amens

I can hear you
I can hear you

Gotta feeling you knew
All my hopes turning blue

Gotta believe that there was nothing
All the time I thought you were bluffing

Veering off the blinders
I was lost to
my emotional grinders

I can hear you
I can hear you

There's the mechanical scrape of the belt on the fan's shaft that sounds like a cricket in the night

. . . it no belongs

The soft shuffle of shoes on cement sidewalks late at night reminds me I tread lightly alone

. . . and it no belongs

The late autumn breath chills my bones as I envy the stars from where I once roamed

. . . I no belongs

See the armies of leaves vanquished , brown and blown ? They are my kindred spirits in arms

. . . that no belongs

Shadows dancing desperately in the night , find no sanctuary in the light . A question of balance is added to the scales ,

. . . I no belongs

Electro swing , dub step dreams
Clarinet , solo , licorice wails , reedy schemes
In black rooms , no clocks nor windowsills
No reasons to turn back
Trumpets throw down muted will
Trombone collars , paper parachutes , striped shirttail girls taking dollars
Give and take , elabrolate
Bass bop , strings hop dancing on keys
C'mon . . . please !

I'm tired of the way the ways tire me

I reversed the current on my fan . Now it turns the way I think

I have a radio . I use it to collect the dust of passersby , not passerbys

Why do I like scotch and Irish music when I am English ?

A little fae told me sidhe is pronounced "Shay" . I thought that strange .

If Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso had been novelists would they have illustrated their books

Wine is like crime and punishment . It is plucked , crushed , bottled up , and put into solitary confinement for years , then poured out and ****** away .

All poets are crazy , anyone who disagrees is crazy .

Stock futures are yesterday's indecision

The last in class in medical school is called doctor
The last to class is called tardy
The class in being last is never having to look over your shoulder to see who is following you

"We are the breath of winter on the glass of life." said the fool to the magician .

"There's only supposed to be one rabbit in the hat !" ignoring the fool he thought was best .

"The sun rises once to the occassion and settles for nothing" the fool blurted out .

"**** where is that rubber duck ?" the distant eyed magi said . 

"The magic of life is not what is revealed or concealed ." said the tweed coated fool .

"What the Hell do you know about magic , fool ?" the irate impostor said .

"There is no magic in the light of truth ." said the fool standing up to leave .

As the fool in the tweed coat walked away the magician stared for a long spell at the magic in his words

The days sat on the hills
like a pumpkin patch in January . blackened , short , with no hope in Hell .

Used to be more precious than gold

Used to be something to have and hold

To cherish and preserve
The honor they deserved

But no longer do they accompany me in the night

Nor bring forth the truth
Nor in darkness the light

I'm in chains
bound by the words

I'm in pain
crushed by my verbs

The sentences lash out
The nouns sting

All of it in vain
All of it . . . insane

What do I say
when you ask of me
"Where are you from ?"

Do I tell you of the
moment the star was formed

Or of the moment it was blown

Or of my journey
across this tiny speck of eternity

Even long before
the mouth of creation
spoke the truth
"I am" . . . I was

I am from the North
standing on the cold truth

From the South wrapped in the equatorial arms of balance

I am from the East
spinning on the axis
of hope , love and dreams

I am from the West , South by Southwest , from the land of shimmering sand and golden sunsets and the thousand sighs of regret

I am from the words of the song , the last step of the dance , the ending of the book you never wanted to end

Keep the fire burning in your eyes
I am sure to be around

When it rains everything gets wet in the moment making puddles of memories that shrink in the heat of life

The kiss of sea salt leaves
rouge the face of age

Youth drowns in the vacant eyes of the old man
as the flood gates release the sorrow of lost glory days

Each breath rises heavy in the memories of the one who is calling from the cemetery trying to raise dead dreams

When did the rust turn steel into crumbling dust that is now collected by the winds of time

Only the lost look of youth remains in the glazed eyes and the steely rust of time eroded by the winds

In life
he was full of death .
In death
he was full of life

Drawn taut
pic-ed n' plucked
Where have I
witnessed that before

Always two doors ,
front and back
Aways used the one
that lacked

All the pretty angels
come out at night
flick shake and hook
Tungsten heavy heights

I can't place the sound
All that
I can assimilate
It was by my hands
Now lost  , going down

The midnight's voice
of memory
Barred and shut
let it be , let it be

A dead phoenix
hangs from my neck
Like a curse , a ghost ,
or worse

time to let it be

He's standing outside
my door
He's got guns in one hand
In the other roses
and he's knocking ,
knocking and knocking
and I am wondering what for

If I turn up the volume
will he go away ?

Knock knock knocking some more

Oh well !
Maybe if I give him an
axl or a rose
he will go away

The slow deep breath of reciprocating remorse
The unforgettable we can't account for nor atone
As the warmth from time's tale
turned as cold as marble , the choir sang ,

"A Whiter shade of pale"

I heard it in a song
I felt it in the breeze
It held me all night long
Called to me from across the seas

The spirits be unleashed
I hear it in their moans
Will their agony be released
They can't find their way back home

Never to be body done
Barb wire and reds for breath
From beginning of the bone
to the door of death

spiritually uneasy
just looking for a way back home

You have to make a hole so you can drain the pain

If it didn't hurt you wouldn't do again

Scars are your stripes and rank of shame

How can you love someone when you hate yourself insane

When it is out of control
can you control yourself

When deep in dark's depth of despair take a rope of hope with you

Depression is the mosquito that infects with suicide

Proper help required or the patient may succumb and die

Depression is the iceberg below the waterline of life
Hidden and unseem has taken many of the ships that pass

All those that you love will feel the pain for life . Then they will experience how you felt with every second passed

Suicide is a sunset on a cloudy day . If and when it sets it's surely hard to say

The greater gift you receive is when you give to others .

The love received is equal to the love you take

Tomorrow is the light of stars that died millions of years ago

You breathe in the breath of God , pray he doesn't cut it off

Your ship at sea is but a speck in God's eye

If there was no evil everyone would be running around naked

Starslight , the cold hearted manifestation we love  reminding us of our past

Resignation , the acceptance of the unacceptable

Love , the flickering match or scoarching sun and every lumen in between

Forgiveness is the ease when others forgive us of our unforgiveness

Goodbye has two wide eyed "OO's" looking into the past

Soul is the soil of Heaven

Nothing is the greatest gift you can have before you can have a thing

Farewell is the token to the toll bridge of our passiing lives

I'm tired of the way the ways tire me

I reversed the current on my fan . Now it turns the way I think

I have a radio . I use it to collect the dust of passersby , not passerbys

Why do I like scotch and Irish music when I am of English descent ?

A little fae told me sidhe is pronounced "Shay" . I thought that strange .

If Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso had been novelists would they have illustrated their books

Wine is like crime and punishment . It is plucked , crushed , and bottled up , put into solitary confinement for years , then poured out and ****** away .

All poets are crazy , anyone who disagrees is crazy .

Stock futures are yesterday's indecission

The last in class in medical school is called doctor
The last to class is called tardy
The class in being last is never having to look over your shoulder to see who is behind you

I wanted to be Baptized in a birdbath
Overjoyed like the birds
who dipped over and over

Unlike the birds I was baptized behind the altar
I rose shedding water
and religion

The old man walked up and sat beside me
On  the city bench inside the park

"Whew !" was all he said and gave me a well worn cookie cutter smile

I nodded an annoyed smile hoping he would go away

Then he got up and smiled and said ,"I will come back later , I see you are not ready ."

Puzzled by his statement
I looked straight ahead
only turning seconds later
to find the old man had disappeared

The flames of change
consumed my past

Left no time to think
about what was last

No time to plant a life
Not while the clouds so raced

I said hello and goodbye
to all I faced

Like the tumble **** strong

Blown across Texas plains
I tumbled for oh so long

Remaining untamed

Now there is sand underneath
Not a reason to plant my feet

I never planted roots of relief
And now there are none to seek

I collect my bag of worn out bones and  
raise up from amongst
my earthly grave
and stumble across the data page
knowing not what I have or have not made

If God granted all my prayers how miserable I would be .

There was no bridge that was too far
No letter mailed that was too short
No message tacked to the back door
Or shouted out in front as a last resort

The open cupboard bears no fruit
The garden grows green of ****
There are no mountains , just a hill
And mutterings of , "it's all God's will."

The windows feel like bullet holes
The rusty nails tremble , weak
Wondering is it safe inside
Knowing there's nothing there that I now seek

So by ease the river flows
I sit and think and want to know
As twigs and leaves float on by
I'm asking if this isn't all a great big lie

You can always count on those pretty blue skies
Except those days it clouds
to rain from way up high
And the stores have not remained the same
when going down streets of first or main

I made a mistake we all will do
That something's stuck to the past life's super glue
There is nothing there that now remains
Except my foolish folly and
broken panes

You love was cast down like the shadows from clouds racing by on bright sunny days .

I learned to wear sunglasses even in the rain