She glides unto my conscious
Twirling skirts
Flashing arms
Dancing with fireflies

Falling into summer time
Swirling waters
thunderstorms
Kisses in the corn field

Waiting on september's promise
Whirling ferris wheels
State fairs
Wild turkeys over there

Still I search for that heartbeat
Mirroring mine
hurrying . . . caring
. . . daring

The poets dwell
within their Hell
on a Sabbath day
witching hour

Their minds a wreck
Their hands  
of tech
They grind their teeth
in angst

Silence staid
The beds unmade
Searching for who
knows what

Snaps a pencil
It's indefensible
He can't go back
to bed

Quasimodo?
Was he noble ?
Played center for
Notre Dame

Came draft day
He was cast away
Which foot was it
you ask ?

Well the venom's drip
that sank a ship
Manned by mushroom
brained morons

Will be the first
to experience the worst
That trickles down
that piggies leg

"We all live in a yellow submarine"
It's just another "Day in the life"
After all happiness is a
warm warm gun

The air breathes foul in fog
As ,
they flocked with fleeting
extensions
of wanna be arms

The UFO'ed
realizations
had borders bleached
by
sun in tide's time

You find eyes
staring
into iota's intensity
you . . .
thought tepid in turmoil

Transient in permanence
bleeding
to the knife's known edge
emotionless
in the apartment's aperture

Drift away in the sadness of
Diane Arbus
whose facts flee from
fiction
"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been "

Drawn taut
pic-ed n' plucked
Where have I
witnessed that before

Always two doors ,
front and back
Aways used the one
that lacked

All the pretty angels
come out at night
flick shake and hook
Tungsten heavy heights

I can't place the sound
All that
I can assimilate
It was by my hands
Now lost  , going down

The midnight's voice
of memory
Barred and shut
let it be , let it be

A dead phoenix
hangs from my neck
Like a curse , a ghost ,
or worse

time to let it be

In an age of emptiness
in the ways of nonsense
the meaning of life
has become meaningless

If we stand
do we each alone ?
Single thoughts under
single days and nights

"The fertile fallow furrow
fleeting under flurries of
freshly fallen snow "

. . . . . . for sure . . . . . . .

And we are the huskless stalks
shivering in the wind
row upon row
thousands upon thousands
going no where
and no where to go

I was before this dusty moon
I was before this star was born
I traveled for billions of years
Just in time to arrive here

I passed by depression's deepest secrets
I watched as galaxies
Were swallowed whole
Taken by the huge black holes

My carbon atoms from a long dead star
Collected by earth's magnetic pull
Has added me to it's list of grievences
Making me up for just this instance

No one knows just who we are
From where was our lost dead star
Crowded together we shed a tear
For the loves of our lost lightyears

God made the world with passion
If he didn't I don't want to live here
Being passionate about
Someone or something
Gives the heart reason to beat
Let your passions thrive
Let them flourish
Let them drive you
To your grave .

"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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sail was raked
The mast did groan
The spray would wash
My life's on loan

And when I saw
The black veil raise
I let out a plea
To God in Praise

Oh Lord I pray
My sins forgive
I'll live right
Just let me live

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


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

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

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

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

I hear wiskers scurrying
Bobtail ever burrowing
And magpies quarrelling

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

I gave you my shoulder
You gave me your heart

Your kisses were warmer
Your hands were colder

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

A light in my dark

The slow deep breath of reciprocating remorse
The unforgettable we can't account for nor atone
As the warmth from time's tale
turned as cold as marble , the choir sang ,

"A Whiter shade of pale"

"There is no greater agony
than bearing an untold story
inside you" . . . M A Y A   A N G E L O U

A comet has crossed our hearts
leaving us in the shadows
This time it's dust will rise no more

Nor shall this caged bird sing again
for she has been freed and
is on the wing
This time for evermore


"I've learned that people will forget
what you said , people will forget
what you did , but people will never
forget how you made them feel"  
M A Y A   A N G E L O U

He said "Yes"
I said "Okay."
But I really wasn't listening
to what he had to say
I was looking through the past
with yellow tinted lenses
When you have been driven out
they don't let you sneak back in

So we will build a green bricked wall
that smells just like money
After all this is the land
of milk and honey

After a long lifetime
I'm sure it broke his heart
to see the promised land
from the mountain top
The new land lay before him
But his time had come to part

Forty years with cloud by day
A pillar of fire at night
Jesus spent his forty days
in the desert wondering about .

Satan took Him to his mountain top
Promised him the world
"No thank you Satan
I'll give Heaven now that whirl ."

You see it was Jesus that said "Yes"
When I uttered that "okay"
He looked at me and then he said
"I see you have a lot to learn
before you come back home one day."

After the abandonment
Long nights with no sleep
One is the loneliest number
Never is a very long time
Entrapped

Spelled backwards :

Entrapped
Never is a long time
One is the loneliest number
Long nights with no sleep
After the abandonment

Spelled sideways from the left :

A
L
O
N
E

spelled sideways from the right :

E
N
O
L
A

Any way you spell it , it ***** .

Some will walk away their cares as if they walk up or down the stairs into or out of oblivions face as their mask of poetry falls from place onto the floors with checkered squares that are covered and littered with their words like flares from phrases of I don't care punctuated with the stuffings from ripped apart stuffed bears flogged by improper English weilded stares as imperfect hands in braile will yell skin deep in demeanor not so hard to tell or keep and no doubt to all I have to say as I wave my hands goodbye good day.

He died from a massive
insult to the brain
from alcohol poisoning ; Dylan Thomas

I say he was already dead
and couldn't stand to go on breathing
So he put an end to it the only
way he knew how

Poisoning : slow , so if your're reluctant
you can bide your time
and ease into it
You know , cross that line between living
and dead
You can do it and not even
be aware that you've done it
How easy

The only question is why ?

But I already know why

New York City . . . the where

I know :
The how
The where
And the why

He was really murdered you know
He was condemned by committee
Sentenced to death by poisoning

There was a general consensus ,
The refusal to mourn the death , by fire ,
of a child of London

She whispers charms to the wind
. . . from the second floor
fire escape

Her heart has been broken
so many times . . . now once more

His soul dances in the Aurora Borealis
and is challenged . . .
He can no longer be more ,
all is , born-as-all-is

He made and kept eye contact
He remembers , it is so strange
Hey ! . . . Hey !

Star's fire flickers faintly
for a faithless heart
So cold their breath upon my face
Their "kiss" feathers
faultless upon my lips

Ten good reasons to stay alive ?
To the rose that feeds the bee
"Streak the heart away . . .
Thy sting remember ?"

"You are deeper than my skin ,
YOU promised me !"

It was
the shortest breath ever taken
The longest night prevailed
I gathered up all
my wintered thoughts
I would send
them all back down to Hell

To Whom :
I'm not concerned
666 Hades Street
on the Rue
Enclosed for your inspection
Every sin and all insanity ,
everything that you made me do  

I know I must
accept the credit
I spent every last dime of mine
Now I feed the pigs of others
eating much better
while on the inside
I'm slowly dying

But you better now
be some wary
The sun shall also rise
All of the time
that I have squandered
will be responding
In this cold crystal air

So I step forward
Into the eternity of today
I'm leaving for my home
So many miles away
I will beg of my father
for forgiveness
I already know what he'll say

Something in the morning's guise
Leaves me lonely asking why

When one a world away
Said the same just today

I'm sure the sun will now arise
Up over the horizon by n' by

And stirring up down deep inside
The words that want to rise

So before the moon goes down
Before the birds stir around

I'll take a moment's notice and my pen
To say good night to God and men

Drifting in the shade
of Hello Poetry's grave
In archive (a kingdom's history)
the past has once been made

Stepping on the bleached bones
parade of dreams
Crunching fragments of sentenced themes

Epitaphs of honor
comments to poets 2010
Poems laid bare of praise lost in time

Great poems whose eyes
were never shed
In a broken aspiration
now lay dead

Cruch , crunch ,
the landscape littered in 2012
Oh what sacred feelings
not forthwith

Here ! lay my poems
to rest here
In 2014 my poems
of yesteryear

Your prayer wheel spinning
is an axis of hope
Radiating energy to every
corner of the Universe
Nothing can hide
from the Mani wheel
My metal cannot bend
Nor oil be my blood
to the spiritual pump
living within
The bond  by distance
cannot be severed
by timeless E-longings
with the whirl of constant emptiness
filling/feeding a mechanical pump
that has pace maker rthyms
of endowment
Let your axis of hope
your mani
breathe in life ,
the spiritual Ghost

We thread the wide gapped steel
With chemically dipped points
The fluoro carbons the distance
With near zero stretch
We braid our thoughts to tungsten
Then peg our weight immobile
Flip Flip Flip all day
Between the weeds and pads
Ever present presence fine tuned
To any tick upon the line
Snap ! Big one

The flames of change
consumed my past

Left no time to think
about what was last

No time to plant a life
Not while the clouds so raced

I said hello and goodbye
to all I faced

Like the tumble **** strong

Blown across Texas plains
I tumbled for oh so long

Remaining untamed

Now there is sand underneath
Not a reason to plant my feet

I never planted roots of relief
And now there are none to seek

I will not cross the river
those boundaries in my mind
I can move across the desparation
not the dessication of my time

There's the threat
of another breaking dawn
Too late to contemplate
the all night mental storm

But al least there is one beast
That has kept me
in all night company

It seems the mocking bird
hurls threats to no one
as he flies by on the run

Just to remind me
poets are just one poem
from ever being done

He makes for
such poor company
I wish I had a gun
I wish I had a gun
I wish I had a gun .

Why do I walk upon
the bones
of the ancient poems ?
Whose words I grind
into
the thirsty desert dust ,
underfoot
my mindless journey .
Come dust devils ,
swirl away the passions ,
leave bare
the rawed flesh withered hearts .
Drag the barge of love
behind you ,
as all your rivers have run dry .
There are more
spots to be outed ,
no stage of fright to fear .
Just a wall
of years ever taller
that protects and denies
at the same time .
Oh , come soon
hallowed Halloween moon ,
I feel you ,
cold kissed
upon my lips ,
suckling a life's soul
from my lungs .
Pray do ,
my time when due ,
I stand upon the dust
above my memory .

When I was young   . .
   I ran with the mustangs
When I was young
   I climbed snow peaked mountains
When I was young . . .
   I swam across the rivers
When I was young . . .

When I was thirty  . . .
   I was first time married
When I was forty . . .
   I was a new father . . .
When I was fifty . . .
   I turned over a century

When I look back . . .
   I think of the rejection
When I think back . . .
   I see the sad in reflection
When I resign myself
   I see the ignorance and deception
When I look back . . .

When my time comes . . .
    I will walk in reception
When my time comes . .  
    It will be a new conception
When my time comes . . .
    There will be no fear of suggestion

But when will no longer matter then

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

Once upon my midnight's madness
Flashed the fires that proved so tragic
There in silence a spark ensued
Started small but it endured

And all of Hell came alive
Burning flesh and skin and hide
Leaving nothing for imagination
Ash and soot for instigation

And in it's greed it swallows all
The high and mighty , the lowest call
Nor even children would be spared
Their awful screams it does not care

And those trapped on upper floors
Jumped the windows by the scores
Onlookers screamed at the scene
As mothers with children came to end

Not till satisfied , it's maw
Did the flames fade and flaw
Allowing firemen to quench it's thirst
It's all over but still there's the worst

Such shock has stunned us all
Why did so many have to fall

As reckless
as a bound beauty

Standing
on the edge
of eternity

God !
There is freedom
in the temptation
of the fates

One must kiss
the lips of death
to live

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

Up for sale
one used soul mate
Still some useful miles left
Good second soul to scoot around in
One owner
Female who drove him to church on Sundays
And just sat around the rest of the week
Kept outside so paint is faded unevenly
Tires need replacing
Needs brakes and muffler
Transmission slips and skips
Must sell , to pay for new replacement
Cheap , all offers will be considered .

You shape in a drape with bright disease
Claws sharp , Dixie fried , everything plus
Focus your audio gin mill cowboy
Hanging paper while interviewing your
brains , no place to jungle up
Know your groceries lead sled
Until you noodle it out keep it
Mason-Dixon line
It's all off the cob .


Bass drum knuckles - one who loudly over shadows anyone else , a bully .

A shape in a drape - well dressed

Bright disease - to know too much

Claws sharp - well informed on a variety of subjects

Dixie Fried - drunk

Everything plus -  better than good looking

Focus your audio - listen carefully

Gin mill cowboy - a bar regular

Hanging paper - playing with forged checks or documents . Liar .

Interviewing your brains - thinking

Jungle up - having a specific place to live or to be

Know your groceries - being aware , do things well

Lead sled - a classic (older) car

Mason-Dixon line - anywhere out of bounds regarding personal space

Noodle it out - think it through

Off the cob - corny

All the above except title provided by Adrienne Crezo .

Gold is cold  . . . but it
can buy you heat

Silver will tarnish
your soul

It's only life
The only one you have

Take the wild
it will refresh your flesh

Never take more than what you are . . .
or want to be

Giants rule the world
of beanstalks

Live in castles in the sky

Harbor fields of gold

And are never satisfied

My little is greater than what they have to lose

I found a lingering thought
you left behind . . .
      dried blood , sinews and
a bottle of unkempt time .

Though they tried to stamp you out . . . Atomic has an edge when it comes to hot fallout .

They may have pound and beat the desk . . . but they take their place with all the rest .

Still you live beyond the glass and stone . . . everytime someone sings one of your songs .

The rose wood rose up in flames . The steel wires popped from the strain .

And all in silence watched refrained . . . as another star dimned and left us pained .

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

Fire !

so it goes with anger

a ballerina

the forest

or my Catilina when she is jealous

for the moth

it is the gate to eternity

but for the wise moth

the secret to life

is to come back

with singed wings

With an evening breeze
lifting your hair to rise
Leaving your smile on lips
I lose my disguise

Follow the twilight
twinkling fireflies
using shadows to hide
Peeping pixies go sigh

I love your undulation ,
thoughts are accerbating
The notions turn into touch
Your crush so embracing

You wore cherry flavored
lipstick head to toe
To this feat my tongue
was to be in the know

We embraced
in moon mountain time
Saving starshine sparkles like
Diamondhead of the mind

They fall far , they fall hard
They leave stained and ***** feathers
Some soaked in tar

Their kisses form shallow
Their embraces colored weak

Their hearts are shredded
Their pulse timid
Barely a beat

Love has been cruel
A diversion in pain at best

Little did they know that
When they flew
From the nest

Now broken and battered
No longer good of wing

They perform as requested
Or chance another
Beating

All of their tomorrows lay in powdered dust
Nothing to hold onto

No children , photograps , ring  
Nothing
Except the next man's ******

The muse died
I put a stake through her heart
Put her in the ground

She will no longer
**** away my sleep
Trade my time for trinkets of rhyme

I left her
In an unmarked grave
So soon to be forgotten

She will no longer
Rise at first moon
To haunt my memories

Like a simple twist of fate
She looked astonished
The first blow upon the stake

I dust off my hands
And lay my shovel down
I'm going home

I will lay down
And go back to sleep
all within my ease

But before I do
I'll throw another poem
Upon the towering stack

Dirt

Block

Wood

Basic definition

Plus space always between

As a boy always inviting

The dogs liked it

Spiders liked it

I liked it

I could see feet come and go

Hear the car doors slam

Someone asking ,Where's Tom run off to ?"

That day ,

The fight inside spilled out

Angry steps  

Yells and screams

Shouts

The sound of fists hitting flesh

Breaking bones

You crumpled to the ground

Vacant eyes staring at me

But you couldn't see

Blood began running

Hands picking you up

I could hear you

Bouncing on the back seat

The door slammed

Another opened

"Slam"

The car roared angrily

Gravel flung everywhere

Dust settled

All's quite

Did I tell you

It's cool under there ?

I knew I was in "purgatory"
I couldn't make up  all the grade/s
Didn't really matter much
My pocketknife had a  broken blade

The "I's" are ever on you
No one hears or cares to understand
The questions put before them
Are lost to time by sand

So fling the words before me
My pearls before the swine
The path placed as pure adjectively
While you sit and mull your time

There was my life before me
In the parking lot of life
A beat up old "63" Rambler
With the "Club" attached  to the steering wheel of strife

There must be a place ,
an origin for the space ,
One step above a stick and sand .
One of paper and pen in hand

One before the glaring screen
Long before that clicking thing
The subtle scratch of pen on paper
Gave us truth , revealed our maker

The affection when it was held
The value of it to tell
A creation that had a birth
One that grows and shows it's worth

Through the pleasure
When I discover the treasure
Of black ink mating maker
to pure white innocent paper

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

Watered with adequate lies will grow and encapsulate the will

The blood turns black
and poisons every cell of the body

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

Brickering words
The sand of sentences
Added to the waters of time
Cemented into the ever evasive desires of heart

What fools expect and deserve are written on the walls and heart of poets

. . . and they know it

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

So I begged and pleaded
and plucked the weeds
I waited for something
to answer to my needs

But the silence of winter's
snow softly fell
There was no echo rising
from my empty well

I looked up
with pleading eyes
Only to find icy
brow and lies

Wasn't even asking
for space on the shelf
What less selfishness
must I do to prove myself

Thus the carrot dangles
from from the stick
Telling me to prepare
for the coming kick

Amen

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pen and my paper
my Lord and my Savior
Still all my days
remain so dark

Black blood , red ink
The thoughts on the brink
The sponge soaks up pain
Called my heart

The window and the glass
The curtain and the sash
There is no relief
On either side

I don't know how life became what it is
Sometimes it let's me go so down

I pound on the door
It won't open any more
The agony ending days
Remain unsealed

The blue of the sky
Just makes me want to cry
The emptiness of the void
scares me . . . to death

Volumes of paper
Each page my forsaker
My life is there
For all to see