No one listens
when you talk
in black and white
Only when
you color
the conversation
can you get them
to think twice
Black or White
they fight back
Turn to color
sweeten truth
Make it smell better
they hear only
what they want
Their minds
have become
untouchable
There is only
Silence
now
in the black
and white

And I don't know
if I can do it

once steps were so fast and secure . . .
now as hollow as the footsteps to the shadow of heels

All those beautiful colors . . . blend to white water . . . falling apogee . . . the crashing culmination of what dreamt to me

It's all situationalship ,
being in or out
down or up
in love or not
Like a metronome
we swing back and forth
from love to hate
But like a swing
is there a point
we don't enjoy the motion ?
And what is that pause ,
that force ,
when induced
makes us
turn our backs and swing back again
One must ask and answer
what becomes of us
once the motion stops
as we turn
to walk away

If mental scars
were rungs
on a ladder
It would
stretch up
into heaven

Was not this summer
the chance to gather up the grapes ?
Instead they turned their heads ,
steadfast in the folly spewing out their hate
The fall has come
and the grain rots
upon the stems of life
For the truth inside
the seed has been discarded
for the lies that leads to strife
Let them taste the bitterness
of wormwood and gall
Instead of the rejuvenation
There's winter cold recall

We Musk be from Mars
Creatures non native
to Earth who planet hop
hell bent on destruction and interplanetary war
The reason aliens look like
us is because they are us .
And guess what planet is next on the bucket list .

(What we need most
is where we look the least)


I opened up
the big blue barrel
dumped out all our past , present
and future quarrels .

(Just so we could
disagree)

♤  ♤  ♤  ♤

There was
a landslide
          of
em(bouldered) words

A tsunami
         of
emotional waves
all come
crashing down

destroying
all the
encapsulated gains

(the days ,
the months ,
the tears)

the living years ,
now come to disdain

(When you tread on danger's angst
Your words tongue
the leaks in dikes)

(When the clouds come promissing drips
. . . . . . . . . . . .
but instead
it's dust you eat)

Then ,
my lapras dear ,
it's time
to end the years

I have a basement
in my heart
where I store
the loves
of never be more
When I look around
I see
there is
lacking room

While embracing
eternity
the past
comforts me
Arm around
my shoulder
he utters
"So ìt goes , so it goes."

"An astonishing and horrible thing has been committed in the land :  The prophets prophesy falsely , And the priests rule by their own power ; And My people love to have it so , But what will you do in the end ?"
Jeremiah 5;30-31

"Daddy , what are those two ducks doing?"

"Making quackers !"

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.
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Are not your eyes set on the truth

Or do they seek out the illusions
made up from the images of your youth

Have you catagorized the abstract from practical truth

Or elevated your opinions
to be the irreversible truth ?

Where is the lamp that Diogenes bequeathed to you ?

Do you now stumble over the light ,
over false accusations with fingers pointing at you ?

Are they not false prophets
full of wind ?

Whose breath blows out the candles of tomorow
leaving the shadows to strut within ?

Turn the words to fire and let them consume the wooden thoughts

From the dust to the ashes

Salt poured on the lashes

Burn the truth to create

light for the righteous

Always talks you down
no religion in his frown
He's bigger than you or me
loves to see you down on knee
He's backed you into a corner
He's isolated you as a loner
Accuses you of assualt
If you protest he balks
Always your fault he says
Turns your thoughts to maze
I've said too much
Between his thumb's touch
I said too little
Calls all attempts piddle
I thought I heard you laughing
Just him slashing
It must have been a dream
or so it seemed
The beginning was the end
The remains are prayers and amens
Just the distance in your eyes
Just the mask of your disguise
The no answers to all of my whys . . .
Now I've said enough

It's 3 a.m.
Just like yesterday
dangling under the sword
of Damocles
Just wondering
Will it take a lifetime
for the thread
to break

Is HP an old folks home. Some are younger poets that are in pain and the rest are old poets that are a pain ?

This title is for no one
No it's not meant to be about you
It could be for everyone
But that would never do

I'm wide awake as the witches are
Just a mere minute now past two
I'm always awake it seems
I've nothing better to do

I saw an overweight puff ball cat ,
a tabby orange and white
It was eyeballing me
up and down out by the glow of the light

I haven't seen the moon now in so many months of May
The trees are so thick around me it's hard to even see the day

There are no gorillaz near me
But there are orangutans driving their cars
They like to pull out in front of you
They look like they spent the night in a bar

The days are getting shorter
But it feels like summer time
I know that winter is coming
I saw them stringing up Christmas signs

Why do they call it Black Friday ?
I would think white would surely do
I'd say Tim Burton was responsible but if I did I'm afraid that he just might sue

I always want a drink by starlight
But the Liquor stores are closed
During the daytime I emphaticly refuse to buy
A split personality I suppose

Well the sun should be up by now
It's a quarter after ten
Yawn oh Yawn !
It's time to turn it in

Will the sidewalks
of delimination
give up the steps
short of
the shoehorned dreams

Those deposed days
under autumn's oath
with prejury and prejudice

Not one of
if I am willing
but
one of Cain enAbeling
the complicated

The judge agreed
it was a first ,
in the first degree

I looked at mom
suspiciously
every time she
said
"eat your vegetables !"

Yes I am a living miracle because
I ain't dead yet .

Of motorcycles
and October 29th
Macon , Georgia
1971
Everything came undone
Stunned !

I love the sterile validity
The wavering insecurity
The disparity
of all its complexity

I love the strings
that make fingers bleed
Conductors
who slobber down to their knees
Epic chords that slander like a gentle breeze

What's not to love like the ghost of Mac and Beth
The accumulated end funds
that go not to the bereft
The music like vampires that have no death

Thank God for my joy
that classical dispelleth
My light it distinguisheth
The catch breath as clear as crystal ****

Out you **** spot !
You're getting in my way at HP !

I was in pursuit
of empty phantoms
and thus emptied out myself .
I became a seeker of worthlessness and became as worthless too
I was raised by the bounty of my glory days
But now I am starving through and through
And I have defiled the hands that once guided mine
A realization that only comes with the passage due to time

My ego does not lie
For my ego is the lie


I was astonished
then horribly afraid
at the total desolation
of the phantoms in my
head

one two three . . .
one two three . . .
one two three four five .

Wondering . . .
after waking . . .
in the moment
that lasts for forever .

In the darkness
In the silence
the kind
one only finds
in the calm of their personal desperation

I heard the sound
of a far off thunder
and again in my desperation
I began to wonder

one two three . . .
one two three . . .
one two three four five

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Words are like keys if you choose them right .
They can open any heart or shut any mouth .
TheMindsJournal.com



I opened up . . .
dumped out the words
kicked them hard !
       CRACK !
goes a breaking rib
There is no mercy that I give
Stomped them flat
Sretched them out
Made them squeal
before I made them shout
I grabbed them naked by the throat
Squeezed so hard I made them choke
I made pain flash in their eyes
I made them pay for all their lies
Their hot fear sweated out
I was resolved without a doubt
Red blood running cold
All their soul I bought and sold
I made them wish they had never been saged
Before I made a morgue of the page

I didn't feel ten feet tall .
Actually I wasn't feeling
anything at all .

Ever had one of those incredulous moments when you don't recognize anyone at all ?

Perhaps I should go ask Alice after all ?

Maybe she's the one ten feet tall ?

Maybe I could jump down a rabbits hole .

But all I see are all eyes on me .

So paranoid !

Tis true they see what they want to see outside and not inside of me .

The home team strikes out again and loses just like last "Time" and will again

It was almost the great gig in the sky . . . the elevator out of order , the escalator broken down , leaving just the stairway . . . to the rabbit's hole .

"Whole lotta love?"
was Alice's reply .

I said ,"Any color you like ! It can be just us and them ."

She then smiled but all I could see was a cheshire's grin hanging like a cresent moon .

After all it was the dark side .

Would love be more or less secure if there were an idemnification clause attached to the hearts of the potential parties .

The fingers twist
with time
wrapping up the vìne

Those eyes ,
nebulas of pain
with lens a'flame
compares to the nothing's do

Rondel , daggered
twists and flagered
eviscerates the soul

Do you not know anything ?
?
!
Not for naught !

Ran out of hugs
Ran out of kisses
Ran out of loving

That's
the way it always goes
I am just led to superimpose

There is a way
that the sun
glows gold

There is a cup
that will overflow

There is a good moon
rising
just before the dawn

An owl that
doesn't give a Hoot
out on the lawn

A broken heart that
no amount of kintsugi
and gold
will fill the canyons
of cracks and
eliminate the epicanthic soul
.
epicanthic - a prolongation of the upper eyelid that partially blocks the inner corner eyesight .

Even diamonds have  a rough start before they can be shaped up to shine

(1992)

a blazing fire on a rocking horse

a troll doll crushed in a vise

a skull ,
jello ,
chainsaw ,
and other things

Dim : "You asked ?"
"Can't this car go any faster ? Cause I can still see where I am ?"

(no one told you of the trouble you were in  , beyond the words of dim)

"Can't this car go any faster ?"

(that was before your life went dim)

"You should have told me ! Cause I can still see where it was I've been before my life went dim !"

They fall gold ,
bronze ,
copper ,
and brass


"n" emeraled ,
amber ,
rubied ,
Jeweled like glass

The days of my life
fall autumned ,
sudden ,
and fast

When Jesus bled upom the cross
His Father caused the clouds
to hide his eyes .

"Father ! Father ! Why have you forsaken me ?" , were amongst the last words of  Jesus' cries

God had a choice to save his Son
Or to save the likes of us

To save just one or the many
What on Earth would you have done

I know most would choose their own skin
over the likes of him

They do it every day
again and again and again

So you've sacrificed your nothings
expecting huge dividends

Don't be surprised if
God doesn't
turn away his face again and again and again

I race upon the edge of life

Days once dull now
sliced so fast

The partitioning skin opens up

Draining life's essence
into a cup

So dice another second
off

dare I turn to mourn or scoff ?

Another hour or a day

Do my words matter anyway ?

Step off
teleportation's dock

Who keeps candles hidden in a near by box ?

Forget the matches
that can't catch spark

Steps the mystery  of the unknowingly dark

Yes she was a ghost
a vision in my sight
A delicacy to touch and taste
She appeared then  would vanish in the night

Just like a real ghost

The one thing about life
is that there are always strings attached . That's why you have to pull yourself together , strap up and stay tied down to go anywhere .

I wear flip flops .

Imagine time
as having
no end
Just a tiny dot
that loops around
and spins and spins

Poets
who have
there
poems
taken away
are doomed
to
rewrite them !

You see it all the time
Poems strung out on pain
Shooting up words
destroying refrains
People disguised in their disguise
Pontificating truth in fact lies
Will we be dressed in black tie upon the death as we say adios , goodbye ?
Make this coda dance as the music reaches the sky

My heart fell off her shelf
hit the hard floor
of life
shattering all my
dreams
and all the cracks
fell apart
and it seemed
to be only a ghost
of a chance . . .
or none at all

Whose to blame here ?
After all I opened the door and let you in
Whose crazy idea thought this is finally
my search come to an end ?

So all my hopes are swept under a sea
estranged where all the monsters of my past reign
Below the ***** paws of
dragon flies shame

No matter how hard I try
My heart remains
the unsolvable
rubiks cube

To learn :

one must hear

as they speak .

(Fractured Fairytale #99)

beneath the bends of Barrymoor . . .

on the southwest winds she chants some more . .

the clouds scoot by beneath full moon . . .

some say she's crazy like a loon . . .

dressed in Black she cackles back while tossing ashes from a velvet sack . . .

then she throws her body down . . .

moans and sobs into the ground . . .

a dagger she does draw it forth . . .

holding high for all its worth . . .

she shrieks and damns her birth . . .

then plunges it into her heart . . .

. . . so ends the life of the young ****. . .


now the owls come fluttering in . . .

alighting next to still warm skin . . .

all walk around the disposed young beast . . .

only uttering "Who ?" to say the least . . .

then the Great Owl comes fluttering in . . .

he'd be a giant if he were made of men . . .

he collectively surveys the scene . . .

takes a few steps before he says a thing . . .

"Take her body to Evermore !" . . .

the great one does order and implores . . .

and all the owls take to wing . . .

holding the remains of the breathless thing . . .

and take her earthly shell away . . .

"To the sacred woods of Evermore ."

yes sacredness be in evermore .  . .

So now you claimed
your victory
In the name of
Our Father up above

Meanwhile you were removing the cross
from your shoulders
and raising it high wearing ****** gloves

You became an empire
demanding praise as if you were a God
All the while trampling down the insignificant and burying under sod

You pass a silver plate expecting food for your selfish thoughts
Without your permission Heaven can't be bought

You pray to lifeless idols made by mortal man
Meanwhile gathering flocks of gold and herds of mansions while flying your jets across the land .

Your fields of salvation
are stuble that fires of justice will race through

Not even releasing enough heat to warm your heart or bones
from the coming cold evening's dew

Rulers are made to be broken
From feet into inches
From purple robes
and lecterns
To rags and frost burns
From a canter
to a ******

"My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire ."
Shakespeare :
Henry VIII , act II , scene IV


I'm
mixing alcohol
with . . .
my silver tears of fear

While . . .
I'm am
looking back
on all the agony
of my life
whose demise
is now . . .
drawing near

I dream of being Phoenix
with red plumage
and desire
To be consumed
by the tears
I have set on fire

So . . .
let me pour another drink
and
rake the coals of life

Then I'll be
setting my tears
on fire
While waiting
on new life


Song : Set Fire to the Rain
by Adele

He kissed the lips
of Lichen
Then likened it
to the silent lips
that never speak

I remember all the best
deep when in my midnight's rest

Now I remember the warm moist kiss
that brings tears to my aged dry eyes

I remember riding bicycles under October's cloudy skies

Knowing now there's no answers to all my whys

Now there is no chance
No turning back
No need be looking back for just a glance
Because you won't be there

So the memories have been written off the page
But the recovery has all been staged
Turn your head and say
to the ghosts of another day . . .

   "I wish you well ."

Just as when we were
all so naive in our wildest dreams
We never thought or stopped to learn how to grieve

Now all I can say . . .

       "I wish you well."

From the song "Scared" off the album "Walls and Bridges."

"Hatred and jealousy gonna be the death of me . I guess I knew it from the start ."

I was going to wait until
until December 8, 2030 for the fiftieth anniversary of his death to post this but I'm thinking why wait around so long . "Imagine" that . It's "whatever get's you through the night" . Too much "steel and glass" in this world anyway . Besides "no one loves you (when you're down and out)"
"No one loves you when you're old and gray . No one needs you when you're upside down ."

"I'll scratch your back and you knìfe mine ."

"I'll see you on "cloud nìne" ."

All those brightly painted ghost
that won't disappear
Plastered with bumper stickers marking down the individual year
With slow sighs of tyrannosaurus Rex's heavy heaving heartbeats
******* on airs of extinction
"Remember me ! ",
pleads Rex
I look at the bones
that remain
"Sure I will , Rex .
Why not ?"

"Cinderella", she said without a frown as she removed her Celine-Block shoes and dropped them into the garbage can .
"They hurt my feet . Anyway barefoot feels so free ."

Why not agree ?

"That was some dance ." I lamented . Then released a nebulous sigh of despair .

She grabbed my wrist ," Don't worry I was so glad to get out of there ."

"Can I call you a coach?"as I fingered the keys in my pocket for assurance .

"You can call me anything  , anytime !"

What ?
What are you gonna' do ?
Write a poem ?
Ha ! That's really rich !
The Baptist would send over a casserole and dish . But it's too far away and it would spoil before it could be delivered . How about a card of condolences or flowers . Same ole same so's , not feasible or adequate . Who's loss is it really ? Mine of course !
  So I'll sit in my rocking chair on the porch and stare down the memories or lay on my bed of remorse and share the emptiness and wonder about how fast our lives have passed . And of course I'll cut out another piece of my heart and hand it you to take with you on your long journey home wherever it may be .