Always was always
So certain in it's way
Never could you change it's mind
Or how it would have it's say

Her eyes are made up of sunsets
But she holds the Moon at bay
Her eyes are waters
But the sea is receding away
Her eyes are full of Shadows
She questions every thing I say

The Gemini was born
But three days past the Bull
In a land full of richness
Down hill from the sugar mill
Where illusions are surely
Cut , dried and pulled


Her hands are empty
The wind begins to blow
Her hands are fingered
But I see no rings aglow

Her hands are waving
But I am so far and so . . .
Her hands now falter
Over a heart so full of grief to go

Her hands are longing for touching
And some pure belief
Her hands are lingering . . .
Reaching for some peace

The ships come into
The safety of the Harbor
Then dock and rope
There upon the warf
The gang plank unloads it's cargo
Tons of sorrow and remorse

But this widow stands
Not among the chorus
She twists and turns in a black laced
Chiffon party dress

And the bayed back moon
Is peeping through the shifty clouds
Humming a song of freedom
Before the clouds get it moving on along

Oh . . . oh her eyes were sunsets , sunsets !

A gray hippo lived in the zoo
It was so stressful it turned him blue
The Giraffes laughed at his skin so blue
That only made him bluer times two

Now the Lion was wise but a little slow
That's why he wound up as the star of the show
He and Hippo were playing a game of solitaire
While the Lion played fleas were biting him everywhere
Hippo ate chocolate cake
That the tourist threw over the gate
Wise old Lion said ,
"You better watch your weight
Your getting a little thick in the hip ."

"Humph !" , said Hippo ,
"Why do you think they call us
Hip-po-***-a-mus ."

One day I would like to wake up to warm sunshine , birds singing , blue sky and puffy white clouds . No where to go and anything to do . And sit in the shade , read a few poems , and drink lemonade .

Monkey and goose
Snake and bull
And their friend Tiger Lou
Met at hummingbird's garden
For an afternoon's tea for two

In hummingbird's garden
Raised the most  precious flowers
Be they red or blue , pink or white
To all that viewed
It was a dazzling sight

Somewhere between succulent sips
The question of God's existence
Became more than a quip
Where is it that God can be found ?
Is he here upon Earth or some holiest ground ?

Then goose said , "I will fly across this land .
My wings are strong and
When it comes to tiring , I have no end .
From high away I can see . So please ,
For certain , I am the one to send ."

Monkey said ,"I can swing from
Tree to tree all day long .
So high that I can see
Every aspect of the land .
So if anyone goes , let it be me ."

Snake said ,"I will slither , I will crawl
Across the swamp , across the bog .
If this God exists , surely
I will be the one
To bring back a certainty ."

Bull steps in as to be not excluded
"I will cross the plains from end to end .
I will search from dawn to dawn .
If there be such a place
It will be found by me on Earth's green lawn ."

Tiger Lou steps up with a growl
"I will go searching in the fields of rice .
I will go where the sugarcane grows .
I will not stop , so cast my lot .
When I come back , it will be told ."

Then they left , each in a separate way
And they would be gone for many a day
But then there came the day to pass Goose and Monkey , snake and bull and Tiger Lou
Met at hummingbird's with finished task

Goose said "I have found God !
And I know the only way ."
"Say Hey !" said the monkey,"For you are all wrong !
Through the woods have I found God !
It's through the woods all day long ."

"Nay !" snake had to say ,"I found God
And only I know the way .
Across the swamp , I'm here to state
Is the only way to him .
Anything else is tempting fate ."

Bull bellows most loudly of all
"You fools , I have searched for days and days . It's across the fields of grass
That you must go to God . And by the way ,
All of your remarks are so crass ."

Tiger Lou darkened his eyes
"Idiots ! The devil has fooled you all .
If you seek God  , I and only I know the way .
To show you let me say .
So apologize or step back away ."

Then there was a vicious roar
Monkey strangled goose , snake bit monkey's knee
Tiger bit snake in half , then bull flung Tiger
High into the sky , breaking his back with a Crack
Bull burst his heart with such strength , and didn't linger

Hummingbird in her garden was saddened
Began humming and humming a song
The song turned into a chant that flew to heaven
Where God was and is today
Waiting for searching souls that he will never abandon

Monkey , goose , bull , snake , and Lou
Before God stood , looking blue
"Have you fools anything to say ?"
But only silence crossed their lips
"Listen closely to what I have to say."

"Only I know the way .
Only I , for I am the way .
Only through me can there be a way .
And only by my gift of salvation
Can you stay ."

My tailpipe spewing acid rain
I am M-i . . . on my way
To s-s-i-s-s and be ******
What I say . . . i-p-p-i
Memphis coming home

Crossing state line is heaven's door
I'm released now hit the floor
Old lead foot is on his way
You'd better believe it
I'm Memphis coming home

Coffee and whiskey my mainstay
Haul'n fast and reliably
No matter what my dispatcher say
Memphis coming home

Tupelo . . . past it's gates
New Albany approaching , now it's gone
Holly springs was a pleasure passing
I'm Memphis coming home

Cotton dust
Taste bud stuff
You can call them hills
Now if you must

Pine or oak , whatever's your choice
Tunica technically kicked your dust
Ole snake eyes soiled your luck
Broke , Memphis coming home

78 or 55
No matter I feel alive
Inside I'm outside myself
As I glide between the white lines . . .
I'm Memphis coming home

I look outside my window
To the streets below
A cold rain is falling softly
Making slush from frozen snow

As the waters flow on by
In the cold outside my door
I sit alone in silence with a soul
That's empty to to the core

The only thing that's moving
Is the water from the rain
The coldest tears are from the years
Filled with useless pain

I wonder now while I converse
With the Devils in my head
I hear their accolades of praise
Telling me to go ahead

As melting snow turns to drops
The rivulets become rivers of rage
The flow will eventually stop
When the words run off the page

Still my eyes see no reason
That makes it all implied
You get angry and shout it out
As the memories refuse to die

And you curse the sordid mess
That just won't stay away
So you load the chamber of the gun
With the bullet you bought today

You spin the cylinder of the gun
And put the barrel
To the temple
Of your head

But your too chicken
To pull the trigger
Putting another possibility
In instead

I , my, fly ,die , shy , sigh , guy , bye
Gone , flown , cone , drone , blown , away
Hay , hey , neigh !

Cry , my , guy , yigh , goodbye
Wait , hate , grate , crate , weight
Even some debate !

Watch out ! ! ! or you'll trip over your escape
While I poke you with debate
And escalate mole hills
Into mountain ranges

        {{{EQUATE !}}}

You may have been born poor
But you lived rich in poverty

You may have nothing now
But accept it with equaminity

You dance on streets of dire
As if fairytales of fantasy

Catch you the diamonded dew
Your ring of superior simplicity

Adam was sitting on a rock outside the Garden of Eden , rubbing his sore rib cage .

"What the Hell just happened ?"

Eve came over and sat down beside him
putting an arm around his shoulder and laying her head on him said ,

"Peanut butter and jelly or takeout ."

I take the long way
along the way
to find my home
I pass the old place
where I used to play
once upon a yesterday
I walk down the sidewalks
avoiding all cracks
Oh ! my mother's back
It's a long way from yesterday
to everyday
and back down to here
And one is the number
between zero
which is nothing
and eternity
which is everything

There's a front door
To the back door . . . of life
There's an upstairs
To fall down upon your past

We all are dreaming , scheming
Tyring to find a perfect life
One that's full of meaning , preening
That's devoid of strife

There's a front door
To the back door of life
There's an open window
To the closed minded lies

We are all driving way to fast
The day's become our demise
The future is just a thin piece of glass
You are the hammer in disguise

There's a front door
To the back door of life

I gaze into the cloudy exclamation point
That once radiated pure love
Only to find the mask of Ironman
Rusting from the tears wept
In ignorance of time displayed

I curse your hollow shell felled
Before the half moon rose
To consecrate your memories denied
Oh , The indignation watching
Love ******* crumbs into heartflake

I close your eyes forbearable the pain
Stained by pain's piercing sight
I conclude in contusion's might
Now night can never be as black
As the vacancy of my heart

The church bells are ringing
There's cheer in the air
Everyone's wishing Merry Christmas
Have a Happy New Year
But I feel so unhappy
I'm feeling so blue
It's just not Christmas
Without the joy of you

There are presents
Under the tree
There are happy children
All around me
But I lost all of my spirit
And started to tear
When you left me
You took away all of my cheer

Now the carolers are singing
Oh Holly Night
The snow's so enchanting
It's such a delight
But my heart is barren
My heart can't be consoled
You took away all of my comfort
You destroyed all of my soul

Oh ! Merry Christmas .
And have a good year
I wish you all the best
That much is so clear
So unwrap all of your presents
Raise a toast and cheer
Have Christmas dinner
I'll catch you , maybe next year

How do you get me excited ?
When the evening breeze tares
my thoughts of you .
When the mental images taxes
my reason of right and wrong
When your words tease
my desires for you .
When I just crave your touch .
When I wish to touch your face .
To press lips together ,
savoring your breath .
To sigh heartwise without
the disguise of fear .
Take eternal the heaven of hugs
from your breast .
To share dreams that dance
like phantoms in the flames
of eternal love .
Weild the wild luster
embedded in my soul
from the ages past .
Longing in depth's decisions ,
made and bled ,
for a future truth .
My how you excite me !

It was a restless night denuded of sleep
So since it was warm and windless
I hit the streets

Walking under ancient oaks draped in Spanish moss
My path inevitably led to where
Everything was at a complete loss

Crescent Moon Memorial Cemetery
For the dead
Where all lie below earthly care
Was where my feet had somehow led

Row upon row of forgotten names
In all of their endeavors
Have been eased of their earthly pains

And now as I trudged by at a quarter to three
A low chorus and chords of music
Through the mists came floating to me

It startled and intrigued
What now is this ?
So I had to go see for myself
And I silently crept to where came the origins of bliss

In a circle of bench seats and monument stones
The strangest thing I saw , that of the unborn
Ghosts and skeletons playing with bones and singing in moans

A see through piano , trombone , bass , saxophone and a silver cornet
And one wailing guitar completed the set

On the translucent petal bass drum
Was the name of the ethereal band
And to a catchy tune I began to hum

Crescent Moon Memorial Buried Blues Band
The epitaph on the vaporous drum stated
And I soon found myself a loyal fan

What seem like a lifetime they continued to play
Quaint rthyms and lyrics now made my day . . . and night !
As the sounds drifted across the river out onto the bay

But far off I heard the mornings ****'s call
Then phiff . . . vanished all into the fog
Not a trace as if covered by an invisible pall

And then a ray caught the gleam in my eye
And I knew that when the time comes
Here's where I want to be placed after I die

....There were six
             then five
            then four

    Now in silence
       after the war
  that no one won

I listen to the symphony
    of failed angels
         of how they
were underscored

Trust in meaningless man
not a God thought
     of fearing man

Out of tune , out of key
             hums the
  cherished sound
       of disarryied
          dissonance

The caked dried blood
     flowing inside
            our viens
       powder puff
                breath

With all that was made
     fold and press
put up and away

It's just a paper cut
               but the
Drip , Drip , Drip
          becomes a
               Sunday
             sacrifice

I am the aggied oak ,
. . . a hold fast of reality .
Now autumn's shield has been lifted
and cold chills my scaly limbs ,
. . . adorned in acorned memory ,
buried beneath the fragile leaves
. . . I will do as you ask of me ,
forget all , so be it as you please .

My thoughts of love
are now hollowed out empty words ,
that fall far from from my presence . . .
like autumn's flying leaves.
The sentences of given grieves ,
can no more bare . . .
the crunch of forgotten feet .
Life naked , stricken ,
stripped down bare . . .
falls the last days of autumnal leaves .
The evening wind sends leaves racing .
So stoic now will I pretend . . .
as the cold chill embraces ,
all my baren limbs .

No I will never forget you
Even if I were to try
You are the just one
That made my heart to fly

I dreamed that I could hold you
Sleep soundly in your dreams
Tell you that I love you
That my love went beyond all of my means

You call me your uncle
I could be your grandfather now by age
You are lost in the first chapter
I am found in the back
On the very last sentence of the page

You say I will stop loving you
That this day is written in the stones
If the stones speak the truth then
They speak standing on my grave

So  kiss me goodbye forever
Hug me , this is the final time
I have a comet now to catch
I don't wan't to lose my ride

I pull your ******* to my chest
And feel your heart beating oh so fast
I cup my hand upon your ***
And mash your mound into my mass
I hold you captive in my grasp
As I spread you legs apart

I savagely kiss your trembling lips
And bite the plumpness I find there
I pull and tug upon your hair
Force in your mouth down with care
BETTER NOT CHOKE or I will glare
As you finish up with sips

I throw you over and grab your hips
And enter you from behind
You are gasping but I surely do not mind
I pound your rim and one more time
And *** once more as you reach behind
To touch my finger tips

I twist you around and grab your knees
And pull you into to me
I raise you up and sting you like a bee
And I put my thorn in so easily
I take my fill for free
And toss your shivering hulk back across the bed like you are nothing now to me

You lay upon the crumpled sheets
You lay used and oh so worn
You hair a sticky mess , that of a baby born
You lip bleeding softly , while I look on with such scorn
You slowly spread your legs like butterfly wings adorned
Saying,"Won't you come back and do it all again ."

I lay the bodies of my dreams
In the echoes of my grave
I grace their loving memories
In the hollow of my cave

I close their opaque eyes
And kiss their cold and sullen lips
And listen one more time
For a heartbeat that I might have missed

Dreams that died in the heat and fell
Like gallant warriors often do
I grieve as I cover them
My heart a sadden shade of blue

Dreams go nowhere , no heaven , nor a hell
They just die and disappear
Leaving not a trace to tell , only
Just the stain of teardrops , dried up yesteryears .

I watch you dreaming
As I stand in the balcony door
Under sadness and moonlight
With wind caressing my thoughts

How lucky to have your love
But for how long ?
For today and tomorrow's
I dream of more

The clouds are silent in their disguise
They choke the moon's response
I long for a love always to be here
My love aches in the heart for you

I could stay and watch forever
Such pure peace generates
I have loved before
But not like this

Diamonds crumble perpetually
There is no eternity
But I want something . . .
Something so much more

I watch you sleeping
Our lives just fleeting
I want your love above all
Just a little longer than forever

I like the mornings when the showers will reign
I like the excitement when you give a girl the ring
I like the feeling when a dog licks my fingers
I like the feeling of love inside and how it lingers
I like the moon rising up over a lake
I like real kisses when I know they are not fake
I like to sit very still when I am alone
I like it when she makes it safely back home
I like the smell of freshly baking bread
I like the essence of her scent that goes straight to my head
I **** watching  her when she is asleep
I like it even when she has to weep
I like a lot and these are  just a few of the things
I like it enough to share with my friends
I like it now and so it must end

The faithless love you bestow
Like a cold dark wind
From a thunderstorm
Lightning down words of condemnation

Those sweet kisses leave your lips
Blistering my soul
Those hopeful hugs hold
Like a river flows

My hopes fold before the stones
Flying in a furry I may deserve
Before a deluge . . .
I will not survive

The faithless love
Drops of cold
Faithless love unravels me
Like a river flows

I reach out . . . sadlessly
I preach out . . . incessantly

when time comes asking who ? . . .
what are you ?
it will catch you grasping

I took the answer book
Maybe eleven years of age
Put it in my desk
Forgot it in all it's page

Then the squirrel I shot
with my B-B gun through it's ears
It fell dead and in my regret
flooded into a sea of tears

Life and death swirls around me
My eyes leaving me with no surprise
Tomorrow is heaped upon me
All yesterdays materialized

The answer book was found
I pleaded guilty without a sound
Tried , convicted , sentenced
To no crime was I winched

I buried the squirrel
Said a prayer asking forgiveness
For all my wicked sins

That life is so sacred
That without some kind of repentance
I would never be allowed to win .

Jesus came to me saying , " It's all right , I forgive you of your sins."

Even under forgiveness
I felt little of a relief

God said to me ," My son has spoken , it is
one of belief ."

I see the squirrel
Sitting in that tree
One moment alive , breathing , free

My choice to make
My grace to be
I pulled the trigger forever changing me

I reach out . . . endlessly
I preach out . . . repentively

When time comes asking who ?
Then I know what I am

Oh my Captain , my Captain
Where is the gleam in your eye ?
Where is that sting
Whenever your colors fly

Where is that thirst
For adventure you sail
Where is that booming voice
Through oak will drive nail

Oh , my Captain
Where could you be
Thy gaze crosses
More than the sea

Where is the man
Who knows not any fears
Who's cheated death
All these long years

Come Captain
Where is thy cheer
We sail into eternity
The rest is unclear

Oh my Captain , my Captain
Why such a sad soul
It's treasure and loot
So much we have stole

Oh Master , my master
We are and can no more be
Like the birds
We are free as long as we breathe

Come Captain , my Captain
Give us command
Give ,"Aweigh all anchors."
Seek ye new harbors with warm golden sand

Dust flowers up from the Chilton County dusk
Rust is flaking off the pickup that has a skunk musk

Bullet , the blue tick hound from your sleeve pulls it
Could it be another hot day in August , would it ?

Peaches have last month gone to fill the niches
Beaches at the river are low , full of leeches

Summertime in Alabama is a long ******
Funnier than that song , swing low number

Gathering distant dark blue clouds that are a mattering
Battering thunder rolling , lightning shattering

Huge drops splattering on clay so Rouge
Deluge now soaking , coming down like a luge

Passing with one loud Crack blasting
Massing clouds now are just in a fasting

I 've come just to say
I love you
I hear you scoff
I here you say nay
And I can't blame you
So I leave today .

Perhaps in the ocean
High upon wave
You will someday come to realize
I meant all that I say

But before clouds of grey
Before thunderous and lightening's
Display , I still pray
for a revelation
To save my day

My momentous
Aching heart
Rests upon the stage
without a part
Having no say beyond
Hello and goodbye

I take my unrequited love
And bury it in the sunsets
of future days past
and marry my loneliness
upon loves final gasp

I book a room at Porto Buzios Bay
Balcony , overlooking bay
Was just a two hour drive from Rio
I was elated while so blue
Making this trip without you

Evening breeze sway the trees
Always made me so forlorn
Reminding me of a love that's torn
Apart for reasons now unknown

Table for one please
She smiles politely
Takes me to a secluded set

Make it a frozen Margarita , no salt
And I toast the town and bay

I have no plans for tomorrow
Nor for any day

All I need is an artist to paint my bay

Bury me at Midnight
Throw my ashes to the sea
Let my body tumble from the mountaintop
Let it be , Let it be

Let the stars cover me
Let the clouds enshroud me complete
Let the rain soak me one last time
Before I am lost to memory

Hurry before there is a dawn
Before the Sun's fiery storm
Take my bones away
Let it be , Let it be

Neal Cassady
February 8 ,1926  -  February 4 , 1968
San Miguel D'Alene , Mexico

Dead from extreme exposure
Four days short of forty-two

Only fitting , next to a railroad track
He had many words to haul back

The wolf sleeps next to the silver rail
Howling at a silver moon that fell

I see here he drove a ******* Cadillac
Through the San Francisco streets

With the top down
Smiling free , it was meant to be

Life is a quasar

I heard you broke the cassino
I heard you made them pay
I'm sure that many
Lost their jobs that day

Now I hear you are flying
In your brand new Lear jet
Somewhere to the south of France
Hoping to make the set

"So how's my little girl now
Do you still remember me
Or am I now just your
Distant . . . memory"

We grew up with all of nothing
That you could ever want to buy
But on nothing' sake
We did give it a try

Now you've hit the big time
I hope you never fall
Your pedastal rising upward
Ever . . . so tall

"So how's my little girl tonight
Do you sometimes still remember me
You gave me your locket
I gave you my key

Do  you ever . . . remember me"

The vacant space upon times ethereal shores
Has me asking if Odysseus has ever touched before ?

The waves lapping , swirling sands across my feet
Leaves me little gold that I might keep

The thistle and thorns woven into a crown to wear
Placed upon with such gentle care

The shores all rock and cliff so high
How can I just climb on by?

Moments are dark , the sea will free
Come follow to the ends with me

The Isle is small just temporal best
Back home from a ten year's quest

He wades the shores and falls to knees
She bends down to claim his ease

They embrace the winds of time
That binds them to the threads of mind

If I let go
I will tumble into nothing
I will join the force of everlasting
The everlasting force of nothing

My love is everything encompassing
My love now is nothing
Without you

She says something but I wasn't listening
I was feeling her ******* with my eyes
Then she points to something
Oh , my ! What a gorgeous ***
I could see both of my big hands
Cradling her most perfect buns
Then she's got legs of an Olympic gymnast
So thick , firm and succulent
Her long brown hair smells so good
I want to take a swim in it

"You haven't heard a word I said !"
She says with an air that's foul

"I'm sorry," I say ,"but I couldn't hear you .
Your body language was way too loud."

He's a modern day cowboy
Drinking beer in a bar with rap
He rode up in a sixty-seven mustang
Wearing jeans made by the Gap

Never says a word to no one
If he does it's only to mumble
He drinks his beer by the hours
The barkeep can only grumble

From time to time on occasion
A female patron has been known to try
To get him to open up
But they get nothing whenever they pry

The tags on his car read 1998 from Texas
It's full of everything he owns
His head is full of tumbleweeds
On the road is where he calls home

There are no rings round any of his fingers
No necklace around his tight tanned throat
He orders another Lone Star beer
He's actually from Terre Haute

She puts her forefinger and thumb upon the ring and twists it upon her ring finger . Her eyes are furrowed in sadness as she looks out the kitchen window to the lake below . She barely breathes for the pain rests sullenly upon her ****** bleeding heart . She's had enough and it's time to make a change .
Love rolls like thunder when it's concentrated in a golden diamonded ring . She can't take another breath with the hate that fills the air .She can't speak without starting another wildfire serenade . So she sits at the kitchen table twisting around the bounds that say she is supposed to care .

She pulls it off maybe to her first nuckle and then pushes it back on . It has become more complicated than it should have ever been . A tear falls upon her hand when she thinks of all the love she shared . Then shudders when all the hate takes it's place and turns love into despair .

She takes a deep breath and then slowly pulls off her wedding bands and lays them in the bowl . There is no wind blowing but suddenly she's feeling so cold . She looks down upon the lake and sees the sky's reflection and half heartedly says ,"It's not to late." But she knows inside the flame has died snd it can never be lit again .

They fall . . . gold ,

         bronze . . . copper . . . and brass

Jeweled like glass

         'n emerald . . . ambered . . . and rubied

The days of my life

         fall autumned . . .

               sudden . . . and fast

Tumble weeds grow fast in spring
Shoot straight up true and green

Turn brown fast in desert's heat
The wind breaks free , gives them feet

Then they roll long , and roll on free
Across the plains and prairies

Just ghosts of life gone by
Of those who have never answered why

All the reasons of love denied
All the times before death it died

Roll **** across the winter's cold
Roll on endlessly bare bones bold

Roll on away from love
Rave on to God above

Let nothing touch your hollow heart
Let nothing change your immortal soul

Oh ! the empty hole
   That palpitates through my soul
Where nothing consumes all
   And silence is deafening
The cold sun rises
   Hollow
Upon my pale ways

My empty eyes gaze
   into a space
Where I cannot be
   My mouth tastes the chains
Of Freedom bitter in grit and rust
   And my nostrils swell with
The stench of the situation
   And the silence is deafening

As all the while a cold sun
   Rises pale upon my hollow days

1974
was a year
of warm summer fun
The nighthawks flew
in the lights
of darkness
And trees crashed
in warm
winter storms
And love was
a kiss
upon a breast
And touch upon
willing fingertips
And life was a joy
to possess
And a joy
to profess

Cause love is long , love is strong
Cause love is strong , love is long

Come with me , we'll catch the ship of fools
and fly to the moon .
Give your heart to somebody then fly away
with their love in a special box for safekeeping .
Call it a heart deposit box .
If your heart's box has been broken we'll
change the locks .
Don't get left behind .
We're going moonberry picking  in the
eclipse of dreams past , present , and the
unequivocal future .

Hurry !
Last one there is a pixie from France

It was a normal two scorpion and one rattlesnake day at 112° in Wichita Falls , Texas .
Texas . . . they made Hell out of the good parts of Texas and the rest of the state just went there . Fortunately my parents only went there so my little sister could be born there . We left the great state of Texas and moved to the incestuous state of Alabama .
Where the impossible will always remain the same . And the possible will be banned , outlawed , and perpetuated behind countless barns , toolsheds , and the outhouse known as Montgomery , the State Capitol . Called the Heart of Dixie (it should be called ******* of Dixie and thank God for Mississippi , for they have wrest that title away from us . But we gave it a-hell-a-va-fight .)
We are a multicolored society . We have white (the pressence of all color) and black (the absence of all color). Which is strange now because the black people are called colored and the white people are called all kinds of blacked out names (usually on court documents).
Alabama is proud of it's educational system . We measure one's intelligence by how soon they leave the state for better opportunities . In Alabama an educated person is a four letter word , like ******* , or worse . Oops !
Let me see now . . . one , two , three , four . . . got to tale off my shoe  . . . five , six , seven . . . wait a minute . . . ******* ? . . . is that one or two words .

The cat was sitting there licking his ***** .
He stops suddenly and looks at me , like for seconds . Then he seems to say , "What? It can happen ."
Then all the boys there are wishing they could lick their ***** and they wouldn't have to fool with women . It's a good thing their fathers couldn't .
Mary comes in wearing shorts that shows her **** and a t-shirt so tight her ******* stick way out . Mary had big ******* , the kind a baby could find on any dark night (or ***** boyfriend)
Tonight Mary had neither and she was looking for a download from anyone . Uploads would do too . Mary liked to be on top of her game .

She gave me cake and a kiss on my cheek
Took my hand and led me away
To a wood where no one could see
There she kneeled down and begged me to stay
So I sat down amid the clusters of white clover
Then she leaned forward and over
And kissed me on my lips
Causing me to shudder

I had never kissed a girl before
But something beyond my fear
Said I wanted more
She kissed me again
This time I kissed her back
I think she was startled , and taken aback
She put my hand to her bony chest
"It's inside where my love does rest"
I was confused and did not know what to say
"It's all alright , it's all ok"

We lay down in the clover thick
I smelled clover and perfume at the nape of her neck
She lay her head upon my skinny chest
I put an arm around her there at her waist
We lay looking at clouds
She twirled a button
I tugged at a sleeve
Then she put her hand on the side of my face
Gently stroking , trying to trace
Then the warm sun put us to sleep
And I dreamed dreams never before or since
But then we awoke to her mother's call
"Coming Mother", as she ran away with all
Then through the years in class or hall
She would throw a kiss , a smile to beguile
Then one day her family moved far away
I didn't know it then but it was the ending
of my poem for today

My love was casked and aged in heart
It was soft and hard and sometimes nought
It drew breath away from sunset eyes
It left me in the gladness of goodbyes
I can only accept the memories bliss
Of sweet and sour honnied kiss
And all the last second of your sigh
Written across the tears of eye
And I become a vapourous ghost
Of time lost to pillar post
Tis now time to uncork the cask
And take off my weary mask
And savour love
I make a toast to love's hollow boast

I woke up in every way
That magic bus was fading away
I here these words
Echoing in my head
Here the "Who" singing at whitehall stead
      
           I don't wanna . . .
           I don't wanna . . .
           Live to be sixty-four

This time last year I was sixty-two
Know what I had to go and do
Went down to Social Security
Signed up to collect
Before I was sixty-three

           I don't wanna
           I don't wanna
           Hey !
           Live to be sixty-four

I began writing then I learned to drive
Developed skills to stay alive
Drove trucks with big round wheels
For the longest time it gave me thrills

           I don't wanna . . .
           I don't wanna . . .
           Kiss my *** !
           Live to be sixty-four

When I was young I had my *****
Heard recently she's not around anymore
I shed a tear when I think of her
Sometimes I think I'm the one that's cursed

           I don't wanna . . .
           I don't wanna . . .
           Hey !
           Live to be sixty-four

When I was young I lived so fast
Go out Friday and wake up Tuesday
With an unknown lass
Pills and *** and whiskey shots
Had every up and down , I could not stop

            I don't wanna . . .
            I don't wanna . . .
            Live to be sixty-four

I used to run with the antelope
It's all I can do now just to lope
I had a big car that went so fast
Now I can't afford to buy it's gas

             I don't wanna
             I don't wanna
             ******!
             Live to be sixty-four

I always thought I'd die real young
With the words on my lips
To my favorite song
Where are my old friends
None are here
Now I'm alone living in the yesteryear

              I don't wanna . . .
              I don't wanna . . .
              Live to be sixty-four

              tick tick tick

              I don't wanna . . .
              I don't wanna . . .
              Live to be sixty-four

              tick tick tick

              I don't wanna . . .
              I don't wanna . . .
              Hey !
              Live to be sixty-four

Wrap the shawl of twilight
Around your shoulders tonight

Come out and play
Hide and seek
In the cemetery

Stand still as a stone
Don't you even breathe
Lest your pressence now
Will give your self away

Dash from tree to tree
Then stone to stone
And all along the way
You're humming nonsense  songs
No complaints or so now they say

See the orange and weary moon
Raise his orbic head
Saying something , not quite sure
He's muttering to the dead

There is no sound , none what be
Except your beating heart
Evening's mist drearily insists
Not a soul here shall depart

This tiredness
             sickness
A draining away
             such as a tide might
             **** at a bay

There is evil in their soul
             A blackness where nothing
             can grow , only wither

****** is ******
             A **** on a street
             A soldier with a gun
             A President's decree
             A Declaration
              and dead is dead

Are we not made in the image of God ?

              God's flood drowned all
              A pillar of fire destroyed all
              An image of ******

Has not God created sin ? All sin ?

Why does the sherherd leave his flock to seek
out one lost sheep ? Maybe because once the sheperd was lost and someone came and found him and welcomed him back home again .

She said I don't want to
But I'm leaving you
I can't mend the crack
In your moon

Somebody is lying
Somebody is dying
My cracked moon
Is tumbling

Driving , slowly going
Nowhere back to all
Those failing ways
Before rejection day

The guitar wails away
Thinking of the times
When before my moon was cracked
On graduation day

Go walking down there
On a beach dark in moonlight
I lost another one
Crack goes the moon

There was once a family of slugs
That lived in a cabbage patch town
They went out everynite to eat
Found a cabbage and began to munch down

All through the night they could reduce
A cabbage to a stalk in the ground
All night they would munch and munch
But you would never hear then , nary a sound

But Mrs. H was becoming fed up
Her patch was the proudest around
With malace , blood red , she schemed
She vowed to eliminate all those clowns

She purchased the best poison they had
She tried every trick she had read
But the slugs just kept on coming
Every night, long after it was bed

Then a local wino for he said
Out of the garden he could take
These inconsiderate gluttonous
Stylommatophora Pulmonates

So he began by opening a beer
Placing some into a sphere
Putting them by each cabbage head , he said
"This will make those slugs disappear"

But by morning the cabbage was gone
Worse yet so was the beer and
If you looked even more closely tiny signs saying , "Next time make it import you here !"