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

"Now I lay me down to sleep"

Knock
Knock
Knock
(Go away , quit knocking)

"I pray thee Lord my soul to keep"

Knock
Knock
Knock
(I'm trying to sleep here , do you mind)

"If I die before I wake "

Bam !
Bam !
Bam !
(Oh Hell alright ! Give me a sec .)

"Bless me lord my soul to take"

(What in Hell do you now want ?
Heaven ? ? ? For Jesus Christ kid ?
Down the hall and up the stairs.
And tell him Satan sent you !)

muttering under his breath
(can't even keep up with his own lost sheep
for Christ's sake)

SLAM ! ! !

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

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 .

The jokes on you !

If you cast away your dreams
To the tides of the Ocean
To the Earth of Creation
To the birth of Mankind

There will never be sleep
In the valleys of redemption
On the pages of the book
The story of your life

You will walk alone in darkness
Stumble upon your thoughts
That you created in silver
From the Sun's Moonlight

Your path will be forsaken
By the clouds of the times
Your sparrow will wing it
And it will wing it alone

So open up to the truth
Let the vines climb out
Reach up and touch
The soul found inside

First you must step into
The void of the future
May it bend the hardwires
And light up your youth

While walking down the road
A voice not there is heard

I turn and stare in silence
Lost in the moment of uncertainty

The silence is eternal
Has left me with nothing now to say

I turn into indifferance
and shuffle on my way

Half expecting a goodbye
There is nothing but my sigh

I blow the new dust
off the old dust ,
the dust that remains forever.
I told her ,
"You steal my time
and my money ,
my house and
all my integrity .
But you will never steal my heart ."

Caves make great closets for prayer

Be anxious for nothing but for everything in prayer

When the wicked malace of men dare not openly assail , then they will resort to secretĺy ensnare

Know the value of not lapsing into silence , that is the way to despair

Like a cloud of confusion
you hang in the air
Twisting your hair
with that ******'s stare

Interstellar
your thoughts congregate
The space you consider
is thought to be great

You weave stardust
from your past supernova
Discarding past lovers
like yesterday's toga

Now you retrieve
uncollected past debts
Come into my universe
with assumptions to bet

But step back over the
eventual horizon
I won't fall into a
black hole that has no. . .
    
      compromising

Evolution doesn't swing from trees
It flows inside its veins
It likes to stick out its foot
tripping up with pain
It doesn't like to go with flow
Hates the way it should
Says what is wrong with subtle change
It's time you understood

Keeps me warm
on a cold night
Cradles my brow
from the intense light
Comforts me through my fears
Wipes away this pain , my tears
Open the pages of the book
Blank though they be , let's take a look
Be the pen and the ink
That sets my soul free to think

Sometimes . . .
Such as a Who
. . . at Leeds ,
Or a dream unfullfilled
. . . in Alabama
Or the conflict
. . . daily in Dallas
or the absurd
. . . "Free at last ! Free at Last! Thank God free at last !

The more it changes
The less I recognize
. . . and there you elbow me
saying ,"It remains the same!"

Poetry is like underwear
It's wearable but not necessary
Comes in all shapes and sizes
Any color you would want
with printed statements of facts
Some wear well
Some have holes
Some rise to the occassion
Some barely make it waste deep

You never did
I never tried
And together
we relized
surely realized
that we were never meant
to be seen by
lovers naked eyes
No

If you could
please leave a photograph of your face on your way out

Just so I can cherish before my eyes grow dim

I painted half of my face blue and the other red
Now I have to lay in the bed I've made

Don't you love me
Won't you love me
before my eyes grow dim

I come to paint rainbows
upon your heart of
depression . . .

To turn your lips into emerald coast isles

Where light bleaches away the dark
and purifies the sand between your souls

Let me caress new feathers
of flight
that provides the freedom to soar in the winds from
distant shores

Where every breath is
a possibility of dreams come true

Bright yellows and greens
Orange and teals
As you walk the edge
between red and blue
and bleed royal purple
for those to see
who always weighed
their anchors of doubt
in your sea of despair

The kiss of sea salt leaves
rouge the face of age

Youth drowns in the vacant eyes of the old man
as the flood gates release the sorrow of lost glory days

Each breath rises heavy in the memories of the one who is calling from the cemetery trying to raise dead dreams

When did the rust turn steel into crumbling dust that is now collected by the winds of time

Only the lost look of youth remains in the glazed eyes and the steely rust of time eroded by the winds

They took the Don-key and the colt
They did not ask permission
They told the rightful owners
We have a need and want
They clothed the colt in money
Threw dollars before its feet
And entered the sacred city
looking forward to the feast
"Vox populi , Vox dei"
yelled the people
Triumphantly they were heard to yell
Little did they know
It was the beginning of four more years of Hell

May time makes
grass armies of green
While adoring flowers
wave petals as they March by

I'm listening to the house ,
the popping of the joists ,
the groans from years of delapidation . The arguing
with local foundations .

Age has its benefits in the forms of doors as they no longer stay moored to the walls but swing in indecision like the fools who stand in perpetual obsolesence .

Where then do my thoughts propel my rudderless oblivion ?
My angst , the thumb in many dikes , leaves me as powerless before the mass of my desperation .

How dare the Ghosts of daylight leave me marooned in the shadow of shadows .

I am confused and challenged by the hidden agendas and secret subpoenas of an alien race of thought .

And were I capable of burying the haunting images , would they not
sprout from my seeds of discontent and flourish
yet greater than before ?

. . . evidently so .

It was a shotgun
wedding

But they forgot the gun

Lay down the music low
No place for the light to glow
Lay back and ease on down
Wash out on tides that bound
Untie every knot and release
Dwell in the options called peace
Let no words disturb your trust
Let no touch turn to lust
Become one of the many
In the fabric of time and plenty
Barely breathe , so relieved
So silence conceived
Surrender to the night
To win you must lose the fight

Yeah , that's what I here , hear or heard
You've got the fastest car around in this herd
Got the latest technology
Comes with extraordinary sound
Nobody that's no one can even compare
It climbs the mountains
and comes with all of the thrills to scare
But eventually it's where the rubber hits the road that will cause you to tare
It all comes down to the age that wears
Before now but surely not long
Before it turns into too little too late
The slowing process doesn't stop when you hit the brakes
Then you find that your joy has turned to wrinkles that rust
Wind up as scrap metal that has to be crushed
Every car has it's day on the road and then it's flat tires won't spin and it's down time to commode
. . . sigh . . . but the road goes on forever

I will never
be great ,

but ,

That won't stop me
from giving . . .

a great effort !

Come black night
I envy thy heart
It dwells upon indecisions
It lashes out in dark

Thy cold comfort
Is the age within my bones
Your sly wink foretells
That I won't be here for long

Everything's so futile
Like the flowers on a grave
I see Eleanor Rigby
No one would be saved

"All those lonely people"
Words to a forgotten song
Two rights joined together
Don't constitute a wrong

It's understanding what I read

Not reading what I don't

Understand ?

So we articulate somber
Lay faceup in the watery dew
It is no longer our concern
Whatever it is you do

The cycles of sun are fleeting
They no longer enthrall us so
The moments per eternity go leaping
But we have no will to go

All of the last tears fell
Upon the grass or snow
All of the goodbyes sail
all of the memories let go

Long after the stones have crumbled
When no longer the names you see
Perhaps then you will have stumbled
over an uncovered bone of me

So enjoiy the flowers of life
before the winter's chill sets in
Just savor the scent  of  life
Before it comes crashing down in an end

I had
my seven bridges road

watered potholes full of river water and muddy toads

Black moccasins . . .
poison pastors
in disguise

******* on frozen popsicled lies

I had my reasons
that made the tires spin . . .
under
the southern stars
and cotton candy skies

I had my moments of love's respite
while I rearranged
the letters to the questions why

No matter how
it mattered
it doesn't anymore





I once drove
over seven bridges
on muddy roads . . .
in fog and moonlight
but I will no more

no not for you anymore

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

There's a nobody
in everybody's pocket
that's been stuffed in
and forgotten

A full bloomed rose
of any color
dethorned , betroved
and begotten

A day in paradice
reserved for one
but somehow has
all been undone

Take a chance on
the life belittled
dumped and stuffed
into someone's pocket

Even if one inherited eternity of what value would it be without's God's love . It would be Hell .

.


Don't turn around to see me

Don't telephone

or leave any text messages


Don't send any poems

dedicating your affection

Reminding me of our interconnection


I leave all the keys to your heart

In the absence of my smiles

When all the words have crumbled


After what the angels take away

They always leave the words

That I stumble over in the dark


Now looking into eyes of no return

I feel the ache , the burn

Seems in love I never learn





and the dying soldier said ,"I smell bread"

It was Tuesday morning


I was thinking what have I got to lose ?


Lace , wilting roses , ***** sunshine .

Has it gotten to the point
you make it hard

What we are made of
is but our lingering past

The yellowing days of our future that was to be

Our love was not to be just another

Friday evening
What have you got to lose

I know your secret

But I lost the key

Why do you have to make it so hard ?

There will no longer be a coming in
Just the feelings I have stored within

Now you will soon fly away , leaving me
In my land of snow and ice in May

I wanted you to have my all
But chains bound me to my call

If I could but know I shant
Cradle your love , growing now so faint

Sometimes you cut the ropes
Sever the ties you had with hopes

What you said was , "God Ordained"
Now you say , "Oh God , I'm refrained"

As love is abandoned in the sea of despair
I watch it sink and disappear

And I know it will drift there for evermore
In the center of my heart's aching core

From sunrise
to sunset
we learn to
make our way

From dusk
to dawn
we lay in
the bed we've made

We rise
to fall
That's the only
way

No one
escapes their fate
except in their dreams
while on the bed they lay

Where everything
is made right
from wrong

to the bed
of dreams
we've gone

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

The keys are depressed
to my depression

I wallow in the keys of syncopation

That drift down the scales to the lowest elevation

The hammers strike the strings of soul

Releasing the vibrations
that take control

I moan low as the notes pierce my heart

and the pain dribbles out
.
..
...

"SOFTLY AND TENDERLY JESUS IS CALLING
CALLING FOR YOU AND FOR ME
SEE ON THE PORTALS HE'S WAITING AND WATCHING
WATCHING FOR YOU AND FOR ME"


She lay in bed under the covers facing the wall .

He sat on the bed facing away .
He sat there for eternity it seemed .

"Are you going to lay down ? Your'e sagging the bed ."

He laid down facing upward

Then she rolled over and looked at him .
For the longest time she didn't move or say anything . Then she rolled back over pulling the covers up

He just laid there , not moving , barely breathing

Fifteen , twenty , thirty minutes
Then she rolls back around and puts her arm
across his chest and snuggles up under his arm

He is surprised , doesn't know what to do
He doesn't want to break the spell

Slowly he puts his hand on her waist and feels a quiver shoot through her , but she says nothing

He breathes easier . . . softer

"COME HOME , COME HOME
YOU THAT ARE WEARY COME HOME
EARNESTLT , TENDERLY
JESUS IS CALLING
CALLING , O SINNER , COME HOME "

Where was white rabbit ?

The girl that breathes Canal street's Spanish moss and dances to Zydeco

I fumbled , tripped on the goal line
all tangled in thorns

Now charged to walk late night's on Jubilee

The fog plays tricks behind facades of listless taunts of truth

I gaze through haze but swirls of vapor twist the thoughts

***** , blues , voodoo , jazz and you ,
my white rabbit

What we consume on Earth
we will digest in the depths Hell

For without sin
there would be no death

No death , no rebirth , no salvation

Do not stray nor turn to the pleasures of folly's whims

For stolen wine makes the bread of iniquity taste sweeter on the tongues of fools who fall short of the destinations of eternal time

come follow me
just to follow me
follow faster into
a following
do like I do
all the doings
that I do
love like I can
while love can
love like
I can
and kiss like
I kiss with kisses
kissed upon lips
of others kissed
and cry out tears
Inside and outside
as tears flow from
inside to outside
and die , follow me
like I do , like I can
leave a kiss , on the inside
a tear to the outside

The distance between two lines is pointless .

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 am the witness to an empty age
Feel the noose as tight as the open grave
See the truth and call it lies
And as you speak someone dies
And the poets go on writing amid the cries
. . . of anger and the questons why

See there is no justice anymore
The cops have become the thieves and even more
Poisons **** us just breathing air
The heads of states refuse to care
And the raindrops glow as they fall on the wheat
Compliments of Fukushima and climate's changing increasing heat

So I have been called to testify
So have you as you were there
But like the billions who wait their turn
Justice hangs by sword on a single strand of gold/orange hair

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

For the ice skater
It is better to have
little faith
on thick ice
Than great faith
on thin ice

I was born in Selma
My younger sister ,
Wichita Falls ,Texas
The oldest sister in Orlando
My only brother in Spokane , Washington

There was always a distance between the members of the family

Lightyears reflected in our eyes . With no tears spread .

Nor no affection for the
place of the dead

Now I write about the past
For there is not much future ahead

From Texas dust , to the clover fields of Alabama ,  to the mountains of Washington , the seas of Florida , and Birmingham

As a child I slept at night in the back window of the Plymouth from Texas to Selma with the thump of my heart for company

I thought it was the monster taking one step at a time following me to Selma to **** me

Now I know when I hear no more footsteps he has found me

"Goodbye" was the title of the poem
It was rather lengthy now to read
About the struggles of a girl
Suicide , and cutting just to bleed

I left a short comment there to see
And moved on down the page
And I never thought about it again
Time passed on by in days

Then last night I saw a poem
And it was titled "Thanks"
It was from the mother of the girl
Saying she committed suicide last night

Death . . .
the great equalizer.

The surest cure
to brazen  ambition .

Kings , Queens , princes and Popes ,

Generals , dictators , and those with false hopes .

As evil does , so it will be .

Fall so fast and hard
toppled like a cedar tree .

The vine's been cut
the branches wither

All the fruit so vile and bitter

All will burn in the heat of fire ,

the briars and vines and wooden liars .

Getting warm by the campfire
Next to the ghosts of my
mental graveyard
Following the ruling runes
and shallow hues
etched on the stone
hearts and tablets
of tongues :

Leave the schools
Get an education

Thrown into prison
because you were free

Live within your time
Die because of it

Light the fires of confusion
Burn down empires
of derision

Embers to ashes
smokey as ghost
Leaving only voices
in my head

I heard it in a song
I felt it in the breeze
It held me all night long
Called to me from across the seas

The spirits be unleashed
I hear it in their moans
Will their agony be released
They can't find their way back home

Never to be body done
Barb wire and reds for breath
From beginning of the bone
to the door of death

spiritually uneasy
just looking for a way back home