Free bird without feathers
Neon smiles
Inclement weather

Dashboard camera's
Apotheosis
Now you don't have a clue

Tuesdays come and gone
Visions planted
in a song

Planes crash upon the Earth
and ships sink
to the ocean floor

When you finally figure the outs , the ins will
do you in

Shot through the heart
for
nothing more

His thunder was angry
But the bolts did
more

Silence is broken
It's name
Underscored

I wonder
I wonder
I wonder more

The page . . .  tearly splattered
The nerves . . . completely shattered
My pen bleeds ink upon the page

The world just collided
All fates now be decided
Still my pen bleeds ink upon the page

There will be no tomorrow
Just the thoughts of impending sorrow
And my pen will still be bleeding on this page

I should have done it better
The page is getting wetter
Since the faces bleed tears like ink upon the page

I will not be for hallowed
When I lay prone and fallowed
Still my pen will be bleeding in the dust

And when the ink is gone
And the words run along
Only then will I lay my pen aside

Until then my pen will keep on bleeding on the page

I'm closing in on that last decade
The few years left before I'm found dead
Soon I will be tallying up the score
Then knock knock knocking on Heaven's door
I've had my share of regrets to date
Things done wrong but correction's too late
Sure I've had my moments of fame
Too few it seems and they seem so lame
As I look back the dust has settled
My faith in God tested and it's true to mettle
And no use to think it could've been different
The stones have been laid and the path unrelentent
But the book of life has so many chapters
Eternity hunted down by ghostly trackers
All ends are the beginning of new
Time arrives when the wages come due

Lay the edge across the page
and cut the words in two

Separate the vowels from the verbs
and eliminate the pronouns too

There is an objective in the adjective
fleshy skin parts the red red Sea

If the emotions in motion cause commotions
they must be extracted
immediately

Never before such perception so clear
Picking splinters like scabs off the cross

So what never was will be no more
blood tastes salty in a memory's horde

I've had enough
of the words of rhyme
Locked away behind
the bars of stanzas
doing time

All the hopes
and wanna be dreams . . .
Just more nightmares
with chilling screams

No I had it !
and I don't want anymore
I don't want someone knocking with words to implore

Go take your metre ,
Yellow pencils number four
I don't want to hear you
knocking on my door

You can go post
and share with the world
Shelly , Keats , Byron . . .
They all make me feel sterile

A sonnet for your bonnet
Haiku for beret
You can put a quill to it
Go have your good Shakespearean
day

So lost in affection
Sharp knife of dedication
Piercing the eye
of the blind mirror

Same wild wet on page
Jackrabbits hiding hedge
So you know your name . . .
just have to scream . . .

. . . oh , well , so well

Shock by electric imitation
emotions in simulation
Stab it in the eye
the blind mirror . . .

   . . . sunrise , coming . . .
the dew is forming
the blind bleeding
. . . black mirror . . .

so well , so well

blind mirror . . .
blind mirror . . .
blind mirror on the wall

"So what ?"

Is what I say to the troubling thoughts tumbling in me

"**** ! Did I say and do such an outrageous thing ?"

Yes you did and now it cannot be forgiven or ever outlived

No matter how many moans or sighs
No matter how many sleepless nights go by

It doesn't help to try and defend
You know deep inside you will never win

So I sit in the silence
In deeper than dark
I mull over and over
my history so stark

So roll on over
my tumble **** in thought
What I did do
and not what I ought

I will not be a stain
upon the pages
of your four
cornered vile

Nor do I wither
but strain to keep
perpendicular the line
so compiled

Your broadsword words
of audacity flecks
off my shield
inconspicuously

Leave your lectern
note for note
For you cannot rage
without your kickstand support

So faberge your doting dribble
Your sculpture is cracked
saturated in strychnine
and mace

I switched browsers from Chrome to Duckduckgo and I have no more problems with my screen hopping around or trouble posting poems .

Hello Cyan ,
can you come out and play ?
I brought my toy soldiers and cookies my mom made today .
I heard what you said about poets the other day .
It kinda hurts what you had to say .
I don't know nothing about trust and stuff .
I just want to play and ain't that enough ?
You sound like I do when I get my feeling hurt .
It's no fun and I just think they are jerks .
So don't slam the door in my face .
Just take a second and stop second guessing .
Everything is not a life's lesson .
I like pizza but they say I'm too young for beer .
Never liked it .
I prefer Mountain Dew or Gatorade clear .
I promise you I will not make you fear .
So please come out and help me fly my kite .

As reckless
as a bound beauty

Standing
on the edge
of eternity

God !
There is freedom
in the temptation
of the fates

One must kiss
the lips of death
to live

I don't know if you do
have trouble writing poetry at HP like I do
It's hard enough to stay on page
It jumps like jack rabbits caught in a hailstorm on the Texas sage
Then it will suddenly disappear only to turn stone cold sober as it has done year after year
The "Who's On" floods my screen .
Even ignores my command to go it seems
It's supposed to scroll not stroll across the page
Just wondering if others share my rage

You can be lost in the forest
Riding on you bike
Galloping on horses
Putting up a fight
Marching to music
Baking a cake
or catching a school bus
before a swim in the lake

You can be a reader
Or the one written about
Maybe a perceiver
Without any doubts
You can be a page turner
maybe one who turns around
You could be lost in a forest
And never be found

You hear them murmur
their voices so weak
You must stand completely still to even hear a peep
They sound so earnest
Concerned more like
Every once in a while
A voice rises in pitch
intense and tight

There at three a.m.
on a dark and empty street
I was out walking
The demons kept my sleep

The music I recognized
Coming down from the open window above
The Eagles "Hotel California"
A song I dearly loved

It was the winter of 1977
Perhaps the coldest on record I know
All I remember was the cold and accumulations of snow

Mike had just bought the album
Invited me over to share
After we were blown away
The music cleared the air

We played it over and over
Every song on it was so great
The chill that hung in the air
Made it easy to relate

I walked back home after midnight
In the cold and frozen snow
Not realizing it was a  -10° below

The cold soon penetrated
I became concerned for sure
I was having my doubts and my skin was turning bluer


To make the story short
I ran to the door the last few feet
I fumbled with the keys
And fell inside into the heat

So now all of those memories come flooding back to me
There's someone up above and they can never leave

So I ease on down the way
out of range of the sound
And I am thinking to myself
To the words I am forever bound

"You can always check out
but you can never leave"

It's 11:05 p.m. and 10.556°c and getting cooler . The coolness of the night time air soothes my aching thoughts . The calm of silence allows me to breathe a sigh of relief . Only at a distance can I hear the barking of a dog as everything remains still . I am at joy and peace in the emptiness that is so full of life that goes unheard . My mind wanders thinking about people I used to know a long life time ago . I fret over trivia , where are they now , are they alive ?
I know I will never see their faces again , but I can cherish their memories one more time . I can say to the night's indifference long overdue I love yous and break a smIle for eternity . I again say I am at peace , full of contentment , surrounded by the echoes that are silently embracing me .

I'm going down on river . .
going up in fever
I'll be sending you shivers
all night the long

See how I make quiver
When I tease her
Oh Mighty ! she say
how I please her

Ha Ha , how I kisser
my , my , my ,
um-um , how I
feeler

I my full moon fever
swimming on my river
Slowly pulling me under
as I drown in love

There are no stars in the midnight's sky
No clouds but there's rain running down my eyes

No leaves on the branches of the summertime trees
Ever since you turned around and walked out on me

No comfort when I lay in bed
Not with all those memories swirling around my head

No joy or pain feeling oh so lame
I can't see me ever loving again

The clock has lost all of it's tick
Time stands still my heart's so sick

By the time that the year will end
They'll be saying rest in peace , and amen

All because you say we are no more
Goodbye you said as you closed the door

Nothing will ever be the same for me
Ever since you turned and set me free

Ever since you turned and set me free
Ever since you . . . you set me free

You know what they say about plagiarism ? It's the lowest form of flattery .

This poem was written by Shakespeare's Waste Bin on September 23 ,2012 . He no longer graces our world today but I thought I would share his poem about spring with you .


Shush, I hear a Bluebird ring
Around my head the echoing
Of a butterfly's wing

I hear the Crocus opening out
The daisies as they sprout
Nature's whispering are all about

I hear the Foxglove reaching high
Cotton clouds just passing by
And the heartbeats gentle sigh

I hear the courting of a thrush
The wagging of Reynard''s brush
An opening Rose reveals her blush

I hear wiskers scurrying
Bobtail ever burrowing
And magpies quarrelling

Shush , I hear a Bluebell ring
And with it summer bring
Life and love for everything

You will know I can't stay here

I belong to the shadows of  night

Your kisses are so sweet but your embrase I can't keep

I belong to the dark side of the street

I can see the moon in your eyes
My heart aches for your loving sighs

But I can't stay here or
I will be undone

I can't be your year after year

The clouds race by your window calling out and telling me it's time to go

As I slip your head from my chest
I ease out and get dressed
Leaving you asleep on the pillow

You will know I couldn't stay here
For I belong to the shadows of night

Come back home
to where
the Southern Pines sway

Back to the house
where
the warped boards grey

Gravel road
for a drive way

Grass growing
in the middle

Between the ruts
and where the cars stay

Front porch swing
flaking green paint

Remember the day
I gave you a ring

You gave me a kiss
All that I may miss

Come back home
to where
the Southern Pines sway

He measures his life
not in wealth
but in how many
times he can read
the Bible through

Second hand vowels
that choke
Casual nouns tossed out
used as a joke

I was looking out
across the bay
The sun stumbled
into the clouds
and called it a day
I stumbled over sin
The blue moon sighed

Second hand news
that arrives too late
Seminal smiles
that are so fake

The days slipped between
another year
Wondering what they would do
when she is gone
And then she was gone

Second hand dreams
blowing smoke through the rings
Nothing but prayers
now means a thing

Second hand desperation

She walks like heat
before the summer's
storm

With waves in motion
the envy of the oceans

She speaks in flocks
of rising birds of unison

Leaving little to wonder
in the commotion
of perfection

Her absorption of all
internal
Leaves you exhausted
but forgiven

For her meekness
has inherited my world

And I who was once last
will be first in her heart

Listen !

The thunder comes !
Announcing the coming
of summer rain

And she walks like heat
before the storm

She embraces me in chill
Comforts me with her will

Touches my heart in kisses
Twisting in the seditious

Her sadness blankets my heart
Her beauty right on mark

For she has stars in her eyes that haunt me
Her compassion reaps all sea to sea

I am married to the night
My Angel of delight

Page one :

Drifting on the river watching the thunderstorms
thrash it out in the distance . I wait
on the thunder
but it never comes .

Page two:

There in second grade
thrown through the open window of innocence
Punished but the thunder never comes

Page three:

The ashes grow
colder
making me bolder
And I think
that this day
the thunder comes

I'm through recalling
    all those kiss filled
    summer nights

I'm through wishing
    I was holding onto
    you so fast

I'm not going to cry
    over the day you
    said your goodbyes

Nor will I sigh
    and languish in a bottle
    like so many other guys

Those days I have forgotten
     and I will not let
     them begotten

I only wish it were true :
     but like a skip on
     a record I can never
     get over you

Trombone bones
don't make a poem
Funny that you ask

I wonder what or why
made you the cry
Now I have to ask

"The bones are bleached
then laid bare
upon the Sands of time"

"We hang by threads
until we cut
the rope of life that binds"

Then the funeral proceeds
down the street
Clairenets , trumpets
and trombones

Life is chance
a game of dice
Won't you roll the bones

The moon was almost a quarter til
when the cow didn't quite jump the moon
The little boy turned blue
when the cow became roadkill

Jack called Jill
Have you heard the news
Yes she said
It's all over Pox on chanel two

Little Bo go peek who loved to fleece his sheep
Was distraught about
the loss of Bovine

From the earliest dates
they were constant mates
Even gave him
the nickname of Quackers

But now he was gone
Left without a moo of a word
And his nicker was left
without a stacker

But Ole McDonald's was elelated
for it was beef patties on two sesame seed buns
Just as it had been designated

How sick and disgusting !
Said the little girl
with the red riding hood
For she was a vegetarian

So you say you're sick of work
You can't take another minute
Everyone makes you out a ****

You're ******* at the neighbors
All their cats , dogs , kids
The dudes a **** and his wife ******

You need to go back to scratch
Need nothing but your own two feet
And a second chance to catch

Let's go back to dirt
Let's dig in again
Plant new seeds , tumbleweeds
Let's go back to dirt

You knock on my memory
But I heard not a word
So you go forward
flying as a drunk humming's bird

I tangled in briars
But your long thorns
slashed me
wither a care

You stepped over
my body
Annoyed ! How could
I dare

Winter is cold
but so frozen your love
It comes with no promise
only shifty in nudge

You are a star
without any light
A delusional antagonist
looking for fight

I may not
Nor trust again
I will not be tokened now or in the time then

There are no tsunamis
on the cobalt seas of Neptune

No major earthquakes
on the surface of its numbered fourteen
moons

The winds howl at more than twelve hundred miles per hour

And has days so short coming in at just sixteen
hours

Though three times larger than our Earth . It is just a rocky core drowned in a sea of liquid spinning fast

There is Hydrogen , Helium , and Methane gas
And like it's bigger brother Saturn it has six rings just revealed in the recent past

I have no desire to go bask now in its seas
I'll stay at home on my planet Earth thank you if you please

Walking on the streets
I used to know
In the cold night's winter air

Stepping back in time
to see if I
could recapture those
moments I lost there

In that tall oak
of baren arms uplifted
Where once kisses were freely gifted

And the cracks
in the sidewalks
makes me wonder
did I break a back

Way back when
When I claimed
these lands as
mine

Now I am a ghost
of what I was before
Without merit
Disinherited

The cold my constant
companion
A bank of ever
widening cracks

The cold
is hungry for
my heart
It demands my soul

Silence rules over my domain
As soom as dusk and darkness begins

And in the shadows I hide my fears
Ignore the number of my mounting years

And the echoes in my heart cry out
Lost and terror stricken in doubt

In the naked light of night

See how a fool will ever be
Always looking back to see

Stumbling over all his dreams
Making up excuses as a ways to means

And all the faults they will show
Like the coal dust in snow

And in the silence the light will bend
Naked in the night once again

I write poetry
for eveything else
has failed

My life has no bottom
It's Hell down inside
my well

Do not feel like you are
sorry
Do not feel at all

Go write some kind of
poetry
It's better than digging wells

Where do the bones lie
That made the dreams stand the test of time

Now the kisses fall empty
They are as cold as the stars on the frosted panes of memory

The days of many are so
infinitesimal
The embraces of love are now so few
Where does the flesh of love
from the womb lie buried

The sun is my witness
The moon my judge
The comets my accusers
The stars my jury
How do I plea ?

Yes I was guilty of love
But do not punish me
My heart was weak
My soul tempted
I would do it all again

For every little love is precious to me

Every little calls out to me

This I find the truth
Can't write a poem while sneezing
It will turn hai-choo

The little girl is crazy or at least she tells us she is

She like's to upset people . She does all the wrong things in the right way

I say you will never be saved . She smiles because she knows that is what she made me say

You will destroy yourself
And she smiles even more at all the attention

She does all the things crazy . She studied hard and learned how to get her way

She is notching another victory over the fear she so loves to create

But sooner or later she must put up or shut up . Then her wheel of fortune must stop

And now she will act out her rage
or face the humiliation instead

So she will cross the line of demarcation . Between the living and the dead

And we will be relieved
So let's not pretend we cared

She will join her ancestors
In her already forgotten  grave

Yes she is truly crazy but that no longer bothers me

After she is gone another one will take her place

The hate that grows in the fertile soil of the heart will
poison the blood within .

Watered with adequate lies will grow and encapsulate the will

The blood turns black
and poisons every cell of the body

Everything that comes out from within is cold and spiteful and loves dwelling in sin and ignorance

The jokes on you !

It's complicated
like riding a bicycle
rolling dice
falling in love

It's dedicated
like a song
a book
to a heart

It's laminated
like a card
a pass
pictures of you

It's terminated
like a library card
love
then life

sometimes
i want to be
nowhere
sometimes
i want to be
the shadow
instead of
the sun
to exist in the space
between wet
and raindrops
i long to be
the noise in the dark
you never see
the dark side of the moon
looking into eternity
the moan in the sea
mountaintop whispers
the wind blowing free
sometimes i just want to
. . . disappear . .

Moses was an insurance salesman
Sold flood insurance on the Plains
No matter how much he prayed
There was never any rain

One day when Moses had turned 40
The Lord said you will lead my people free
Moses said , "Say what ? Are you talking now to me ?"

Go tell the Pharoah
"Set my people free . Or I will devastate you until you listen to me ."

So reluctantly he set out
with his wife and family
Hooked up with his brother Arron and together they made history

Well you probably know the rest . Frogs and grasshoppers and the flies were such a pest

But Pharoah remained steadfast
until the Angel of Death flew by
That was when the first born
were all doomed to die

So Pharoah then relented
Bade all the Isrealites please leave
Even gave up all his gold
and suggested to the others
that they should likewise give

But the Isrealites were hard hearted
They had little to do with their God
So Moses led them out into the desert
Until till they were covered by the sod

And Moses reared a new generation
more devout now than the first
They would go on to populate
everywhere on Earth

But Moses was a man
doomed
tied now by his sin
God said because of that he couldn't let him in

But God showed Moses
all the promised land
from upon the mountain top
where both of them would stand

Moses could see it was raining
falling hard into the sand
Now what of this eternity
Is it now at hand ?

Then God took away Moses to where he did not say
I'm sure God shed a tear in private upon that fateful day

See Moses was a man
not unlike the rest of us
He put his faith in his God
and gave him every ounce of trust

Yes I do .

I will never be
anything as beautiful
as a tree

And if I had
I would have been uprooted by storm
and then washed
out to the sea

I have roots but
but none too long
I stayed barely a night
before I was moving on

Never had friends long enough
Keeping up with them
was just to tough

Their names were tacked by letter
to the front door
But I only opened it up
to be moving
on some more

My roots run
only Kudzu deep
But still they are
honeysuckle sweet

They stand tall
as a Southern pine
in fall
They have a say
like a black crow calls

They run down
to the riverbed
of dreams

You catch me
lost in them
it always seems

I will never be
anything as beautiful
as a tree

But I have bark
that makes up my skin
And rings of years around the center of me

And I've branched out
and made a canopy
of all of my days

All without the aid
of a root system
So in that
I'm simply amazed

I gave you my shoulder
You gave me your heart

Your kisses were warmer
Your hands were colder

Your moves were bolder
There's a fire in my heart

A light in my dark

Every time you ask me dear
another **** takes sprout
Evil whispers in your ear
casting seeds of doubt

Careful now be my dear
Don't be living in your doubts
Watering a garden green
full of useless sprouts

A wind blows cold to the South
across the windows of your heart
From glaciered mouths
devoid of love
Ever oh so stark

Out come the famished
thoughts
that are nourished in your heart
Watch as a trickle turns to wrought
Once the raging river starts

So my love take the time
to **** and heed advice
Cast out before the truth unwinds
Or nothing will suffice

It's not a science ,

it's more a faith .

The feeling I get

when I sing ,

' Amazing Grace '

When stars rise
on occasions

When my heart
turns gentle in
persuasions

When the cold
night's air

Embraces my
golden heart

of love's gone
despair

I turn to memories
of you

When I raise my hand
to touch

your face I paw
at the air

Then I sigh
and realize

It was just
a dream

Then my golden heart
shivers

More from the emptiness
than pain

Golden heart so cold

Golden heart so old

How I wish

I had no heart

at all

the ship is not sinking
just descending
into the depths of
despair

the moon is not rising
the earth is just spinning
and you are walking away

you are not dying
so go on trying
looking good for you all of the way

now if you find yourself on
a boat in the Atlantic
In April , right before it's May

You should count all your blessings
And remember the water is cold
You haven't got a chance in Hell as they say