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

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

.
.
.
.
.
.
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