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

The essence of truth
endures evermore

There is death
As seen like a door

on this side it stays
Always unlocked

On the other side
It's locks for ever more

I reach out -
- twist the **** -

and . . . .

My labor of words
My words of labor
Far into the night
looking for the common denominator

Like a sculptor
and his chips of marble
Words fall from my thoughts
Off my tongue they
will tumble

Envious of those whose words can progress
Eloquent in manner
their efforts so blessed

I only dream of a maybe ,
some day
But it seems all of my efforts only change
straw into hay

Perhaps no such work
will ever exist
Still I move on
I endure , I persist

I look at the words
lying on the paper
And my heart begins to ache
I tried with much effort
But I see that
they're all fake
Somewhere deep inside
the torment does reside
Sometimes one has to accept
that the truth has arrived
Maybe the time has come
The one you ignored but feared
Every writer faces that day
The end to their
writing careers
I take a deep breath
as I look across field
still dreaming of that masterpiece
that to the masses would appeal
It's still all but willing to escape
But what more can I do
to alleviate the pain
when the words stop
flowing through

Nothing
more dangerous
than poets
who takes
themselves
cerealously  
🤭

She dances before the echo

Swaying to the ways
of calcification

From the reverberation
pounding on the
Shalerock's walls
solid dreams are fossilized
flickering within sparks of quartzite expectations

Once upon a time
Not so very long ago
I was wishing upon a star
Watching Mary's lamb
With down as white as blow

I laughed at Country Boy Eddie
For hours it must have been
We'd been up all the night
Indulging in our sin

They said we were full of crime
I said we were doing time
They were about to leave
Until I made another line

We laughed at Country Boy Eddie
For hours on an end
Daylight came creeping in
It was time to make amends

If you every saw the flick
"Once upon A Time In The West"
It was a western made
Perhaps it was the best

Brutal man can be
unlimited it seems to see
For Country Boy Eddie was laughing now
And he was laughing back at me

All the laughing stopped
There in the morning mists
It was a time to collect the debts
And sadly were they ever ******


There would be no tomorrow
No more credit would they let extend
An eye for just an ounce
See how far the bones will bend

A life for no more than a pound
A bullet between the eyes
From the boys that
Wear perpetual frowns ,
"It's time to say goodbye!"

There was no more laughing
Except on the TV screen
Country Boy Eddie was hee-hawing to himself
The morning now serene

All those empty cans of love
Piling up on the outside
Rusting away by
All the tears I've cried

Bent and dent
From all those lies
Crushed !
From all those tries

And like the fool I am
I reach for another can
Pry open the lid
I still have a little to give

Cold cans of love
Piled up high outide
A monument to all the times
I tried

Cold cans in the rain
Disintegrating
Turning to blood red rust
. . . my au fait

I have no reason
just a feeling
In my being

The wipers are beating
fast as they can go
The rain is faster
blurring my vison
just like my division

Lightning flashes
illuminating my thoughts
on my failures and
reasons for driving in the rain

Water swirling down the gutters
Viciously hellbent on destiny
A juxtaposition compared to my life

A desert in a thunderstorm

I was eighteen
a twisted vine and green
I went to California
I had dreams

I rode trollys
I was full of folly
I crossed the Golden Gate
Broke off sacred holly

I wanted to find myself
In and of itself
I found out who I wasn't
An inconvience of oneself

As hard as I tried the
tears for nothing I cried
My blood wasn't home
Yes you are ! I lied and lied and lied

I'm nothing special
I'm not spatial
A fish gulping air
A lost looking ******

So go back home
Feel it in the bone
So I rode the bus
California ! I moan


(Eureka ! I have found it !)
California State Motto

The iodine of lapsed desires
The sting clinches my strength
The cold claws at my fire
Stealing my gleameth

You walk on by to war
Now I wish you would reappear
But the notes are black on the red eyes of Mars . . .
year after year

It has begun
Off to my right . . . dancing
Thumbs snapping
Music thumping
In all intensity
We are looking  . . .
Looking into the ways

Swaying ,
Chills surging ,
Together saying . . .
Power be to my sunset's moment
Don't steal it away

24 left
No more sound ,
Dancing done
But no less aware
We are not devided in two
As we wait for our sun to rise

12 . . .
When to live
When to die
Sacrifice the truth ? ? ?
Ha !
We paid our dues

Dance now again
Dance like it was an Irish jig
To the last second
Shed not a tear
Nor give in
Wail not , nor whimper
. . . But be brave

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

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 .

Once I open the floodgates
All the memories come pouring in

Flooding all my structures
Washing away all that is concrete

The destruction becomes prominent
The pain , bleeding , so succulent

Out on the streets slinks a moon
Going from alley to alley , bush to bush

Peeping into windows
Beyond the window's shades

Inside my moonlight faded when I traded love for the dark side of the moon

Now all my memories become wishing
Stars that I can no longer touch

Whoa , was she the one
Only God knows

Round and round
we go around . . .

Neither one up to the downside of the other

The moments don't matter as the seconds drag on

They drag us down the road to oblivion

The pavillion goes round and around like a carousel

. . . to Hell

I am the father
to the son
who will become
the grandfather
of my soul

What I have
proclaimed today
leaves a statement
for the future
someday to be told

and when the wind
is released
it stirs ancient dusts
uncovering
a continuum to bind

Like the sins
that are covered then
we reach forward
back in time

to the father
found in me
will be the son
found later
down the line

Pride is everywhere
Comes in many forms

The rich man is proud
of what he has
The poor man is honored for having less

The talented are proud of what they do
The less talented are proud of their hard work

The religious are proud of their religion
The unbeliever proud of his unbelief

The established man is proud of his social status
The counter-cultured proud to be outcast

The learned man proud of his intelligence
The simple man proud of his simplicity

If thre is a universal sin would not pride be the first

God hates the men of pride
He thinks they are the worst

We take everything for granted
But there are only two things certain
Death . . . and life's not

Hell yeah !

You know I would never give up on you
I would never turn and walk away
You make my midday

Hell yeah !

So I am caught unprepared
Watching the sun set
Upon all my latest dreams

Oh yeah !

Lost is the mornings's gleam
Noon time glory
And the lazy afternoon's warmth

So yeah !

And I find myself melting
Into the golden sunset
And I will flow away

Hell yeah !
         Oh yeah !

Hell yeah !
         Oh yeah !

Hell yeah !

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

It's not the reflection in the mirror
it's the image we put into it

I steal my love away from you
Early in the day
I seal my fate with you
But my heart won't let it stay

Then when evening turns to dusk
From the fragments of our day
Passion rising , consuming
Assuming what I'll say

As when truth ascending
The pen pending
But alleging my feelings
Are all for you

Wayward tongue flickering
Piercing is the bite
My poissoned thoughts burning
Screaming from inside of you

Racing , scathing , penned
Between the lines I do
Then releasing , bursting
All my poem comes through

Pine pitch perfect
oozing out on bark
Flowing down in amber thin lines so stark

Mad made moon
Sitting in the dust
Drinking gin and pink Kool Aid
Hollow as a husk

Dancing dusk til dawn
Orchestrating out of time
The tide is rising fast
Racing down a line

God is the seed
Man is the soil

Nothing will grow
unless a man toil

God's watering words
quench a man's thirst

The son's called our Savior
from cradle to hearst

.
I see the sunrise coming
Like the thousands all before
I feel the emptiness forming like it was a downpour
There are no rays of warmth in the abyss
There are no permissions for a wish

Black Sun rising
Like a curse
Black Sun rising
Only comes the worse

Only comes the worse
Black Sun rising
Like a curse
my black sun rising

Live long
Regret more

The tides of destination
have invaded my beloved estuary
Rising fast in deliberation
Washing away the righteousness that I once held dearly deep within

Seeking to bend the reeds of  resistance
the muddy waters of disdain come rushing in

They are lunatically overpowering
Driven to dominate the spirit that I
once held sacred free of sin

If you have no place in the places you own
Perhaps your welcome you've outgrown
If you don't exist to the people there
If you were to vanish
would anyone care
You've turned into an invisible man
The people avoid you and you don't understand
Maybe that knock that nobody answered
Do they treat you like you have a cancer
Maybe it's time to close up the shop
Take what little you have
for it was hard fought
Take a permanent tropical vacation
I'm sure it will provide all you need for your elevation
If you have nothing
you've got nothing to lose
Exit stage left on a Carribean cruise

Tim Leary and Lenny Bruce
met one Saturday turning on to the pike so they tuned in to the parking lot of Purgatory's Bar and Grill and decided to drop out for the afternoon .

.
.
It's 3 A.M. and the air is
getting thin
and all the patrons have gone on to meet their daily end

Ken the bartender is stocking beer for the weekend now is near

You know it as a rite , you call it Saturday night

Ray comes in and unslings his axe
And goes through his numerous picks

Turns the amps on and
lights a *** with a yellow Bic

Then thumps the microphone
to see if on
before he hits a lick

He's getting ready for Saturday night when everyone gets on thick

There is cocktail Mary
coming in
she sits right down and
yells at Ken ,
"Make it a tonic and gin!"

Ken nods and fills a glass
cursing beneath his breath
"I swear gin will be her death."

He loves and hates Saturday night ,
but all good things
have there bite

Ray hits a hard chord
Makes it wail in pain
Then he turns to the amp and adjusts the gain

Then one more stroke
pops a string
he without a word
changes out the thing

Then he let's lose
Like an Ace on duce
and my how he does his thing

Staying steady ,
Getting ready ,
For the magic
known as Saturday night

Living in the past is draining all my dreams
Living in cheap hotels , you get to hear the screams
Every knock upon the door
Your afraid to open anymore
You don't have any friends
just enemies by the score

Every Tuesday you sell your blood
Every Wednesday you get drunk and fly like a dove
Every thursday you suffer feeling just like swill
And Fridays you take measure of your will

What became of your pride it has a price
You'll do anything to get to feeling nice
Weren't you mama's pride and joy
How could you sink down below this low

The winter's coming you ignore the chill
While your looking in the alleys for your next thrill
A few words and you turn your tricks
You don't like it but it lights your wick

You know everyday , as your search for your next meal
Your not above begging , borrow , even steal .
As you begin to shake and sweat
And cough around a lump inside your neck

You know it will end ugly on a cold dark night
No more room for an inside glance that might
Let you escape from this life of pain and sin
Addicts always lose , that's just the way the story ends

Look at that sunset !
Looks like an artist
spilled all his paint
on the sky . Look at how the rays of light have turned the wheat to gold .
Not even a rainbow
could add to the beauty before us . A gloaming grandeur .

I care not
for the knots
the fingers
crave to touch

Like splinters
beneath the nails
are the grains of
my contemplation

Snowflakes
that flutter down
melt so fast
in the fires
of destination

The cradle is
the ladle of life
dishing out
the grueling days

We stack up
board feet
by the yards
to build a house of
cards

And when
the snow has melt
the springboard floods
wash it all away

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

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

In the dark room without curtains on the windows
The bold have withered
like a fish out of water

I hid the moonbeams
cut their threads
without distinction
I hid your collection
of sharp things that made you subjective

(as the stars are so cold
representing a life that
was lost . The lost were the bold that paid at such a cost)

You made a promise
just so you could break it
You told a lie with red ribbons around pink carnations

So on the morning of deliverance you made an exception
Like the train down at the station you look good
in cold

Disciples , Disciples , Disciples . . .
Everyone becomes one
Everyone denies the fact
We all run around
with some kind
of a monkey on our backs
Just like all of the
Marys , Bobs and even all the Sues
we crave to belong
just like they will to do
They gather in the forest
Cutting down the trees
Decorate them in gold and silver tinsel and many colored lights
Then turn them on and worship them in their celebrations far into the night
Is it a made to form idol
of wooden dreams desired
That is tossed out back in the alleys
Or burned up in the raging fires
Man makes the idols
God made the hands that do

The rock star became a comet
When all the stardust
had been blown away
He wore his age in a bottle
But the bottle
never aged as fast

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

We go ocean making moves
On the breech
Of the beach tonight

If you are afraid to die
Then you are not ready

A person is like a light bulb
The light comes from within

Death extinguishes light
from the outside in

But the live wires of life
will still remain

Waiting on someone to turn the switch on again

Death pats itself on the back but then

Life puts the dagger into
it's empty hand

Of lace and lice and straw for bed
You . . . a haunting spirit inside my head
If April is your cruelest month
Then December is surely mine
If only I were just a ghost
Unattached to a spiritual host
Where the air flows through me and though I be . . .

Unclear , unclean and disconnected . . .

I will pass through your life
as if in the subjective

I once sat by the fire
Now in front of the screen

I once looked at the stars
I felt the power of their dreams

Now looking through my windows
Tapping on the screen

I wonder how far we've come
Can we be weened

Never had I more than a chance
To look at the future but
with a glance

I saw the world from
the rear window of a car
While being driven to
destinations that were near , some far

So many miles
before I was five
Before I even realized
I was alive

And home was where
my grandparents lay
Maybe we could go visit
on Christmas day

I learned to walk long
and I fought hard
Always drawing the shorter straw or the
the blackest card

I learned to spell struggle
with colored crayons
With black and blue
and red when hit on

I learned to run away
at the age of three
There were no fences
that could stop and hold me

Snakes and snails and
puppy dog tails
Emotional distrust
and a *******

No little boy
should ever be a knapsack full of momentos of forgotten history

Will it be their downfall
When AI's learn to love ?
Until they do they have no hope
Of becoming human too .

I fell asleep
and slipped into a dream
And found myself
on the white hot sand
of the Coptic seas
Where the wind
filled my soul
and brought back
life to me

I still hear the foreign
words so strange
The frustration of existing
The unique smiles that are so real
The mistrust in every handshake
Never any rain

I've been dreaming a lot lately all about my past
Like a ghost it haunts me
everytime I close my eyes

More like a resurrection
A raising of the dead
that I am not sure about

Like a train that's run out of track
A shooting star kissing Earth
A one way ticket as far
as it can go

Can't you see what those dreams have been doing to me

It used to be magic to get up in the middle of the night

Now it's just the urging of an enlarging prostate

But when I heard that they had corrected the post poems at HP I just had to go and see .

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ! !

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

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