Is it the dust ,
or the heat ?
Tequila maybe ,
or the sunrises ,
too many ?

I could listen
to the guitars
all night
while he sings
in Spainish

I'm thinking
I will understand
if I listen
long enough

I understand
the pain
in the fingers
on the strings

The pain
in the voice
The desolation
Abandonment
and the ever
present hope
for a better day

The beat
is like a heart
Constant
reliable
for the moment
anyway

Eventually
all things come
to an end

I stumble home
wishing I
could sing
in Spainish

Buenas noches
Adio digo yo !

Miss C was alluring me
The way she was slumped over
as if she didn't care
And S was always bubbling over
Whipping back and forth
as if she was a live electric wire
But M caught my attention most
Oh ! She'd boast and boast
raise her ******* and voice
And in time she twirled
around my roulette wheel
Homing in upon the center
She started to touch all of my numbers
Even tweeked me with her finger
Then it all became clear
when the ball fell on the number
"Oh damm ! I'm tired ! I think I'll
take you home and slumber"

She says she is lesbian
I fix a cup of Oolong tea
I just needed someone to talk to
She is looking straight through me
She says her heart is broken
I see the pieces all around
I just can't be alone now
Your the only one I've found

So the night made up a midnight
And the music made up songs
And she built up her castles
Before they came tumbling down
And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
And I wanted to kiss her
But she collected only Queens

The night turned into daylight
She said she had to go
But she wanted to thank me
Most people would've said no
And then she hugged me
like a big brother to me you are
Then in another second
She was driving off in her car

And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
Still she flew on without me
An angel without any rings
And my heart was breaking
Fool you can't be this way I say
Still she was an angel
Without a halo to display

She says she is lesbian . . .
I fix a cup of Oolong tea . . .
I just needed someone to talk to . . .
She is looking straight through me .

She says her heart is broken . . . I see the pieces all around

I just can't be alone now
Your the only one I've found

So the night made up a midnight
And the music made up songs
And she built up her castles
before they all came tumbling down
And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
And I wanted to kiss her
But she collected only Queens

The night turned into daylight
She said she had to go
But she wanted to thank me
Most people would've said no

And then she hugged me
like a big brother to me you are

Then in another second
she was driving off in her car

And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
Still she flew on without me
An angel without any rings

And my heart was breaking
Fool you can't be this way I say

Still she was an angel
Without a halo to display

Once upon a time
these many years ago

I never dreamed
I would be the one

The face in broken
mirrors with the ****

A lone voice whispering
A call out in artic ice

The nighthawk's spirit
Dive and flash

Over and over
again and again

In darkness sure
swift and enveloping

I guess you never know
No , remains the mystery

Hush ! I'm listening
Waiting on the voice

Can you hear it ?
The Midnight's Voice ?

(Sigh)

It's been so long
so very long .

Hello ,
Take my hand . . .
we will step out
onto the stars and run
across the Milky Way

We will swim
in the pools of
glistening light and
share to our heart's delight

We will catch comets . . .
putting them in our pockets
making wishes
along the way

We will visit the darkest moons
and give them light
from far across the galaxies

But the most heavenly light of all
will reside in your smile

I'm tired of twisting in my days
Looking for a thin straight line
The Minotaur looked at me
I could see the Theseus
there upon his mind

The labyrinth is not the same
It's turned into a maze
I have no more reasons now
I must be on my way

So the Minotaur made reservations
The Mediterranean
Is nice this time of year
He flew tourist class
With a herd of after Christmas deer

Minos called and made his request
Come back this instance
Was his plea
But the Minotaur was bullheaded about it
There's more to this than you , it's me

So the Minotaur stayed upon his beach
Never regretting making the call
Trapped inside our living labyrinth
Is one maze too tall

The weeds belch forth from
every opportunity .
The marbled marmalade has lost
all it's glazed perpetutuity
Ductile iron lace , once dreams ,
covered in mist and rust
Petticoated ghosts of little girls
Swing from chain linked imaginations
A wearied moon plexiates
The trees tier the moon away
And I am missing you

50 - 50
half and half
almost there
but never close
Frustration tastes
sweet
in bitter milk
Exasperation boils over
She skins that pelt

Leonardo took a drag off his pipe . . .
Leaned back unsatisfied

"What do you think Thomas ? What is it lacking ?"

Eddison , leaned in for a closer look

"I don't know for sure other than it needs a little more light ."

"Who is that anyway , I don't think I've seen her around before ?

de Vinci , "Oh I don't think you've ever seen her but I'm sure you've heard her around ."

They both look at each other and declare ,"Moaning Lisa !"

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

The moments fall like the raindrops
Every memory a raindrop makes

The axis of hope spins freely
Free is all we hope to be

There is no beginning to the end
It's simply called eternity

"A brain on poem"
is 'A bird without a nest"

"After all these years"
the "Age of emptiness"
gives me "All the reasons why"

It is "An unwritten truth"
"And you smile in the sky of my mind"

"As I rub the skin of my memories raw in thought"
I come "Asking forgiveness"

It is my "Bay of Dismay"
So "Beyond the streets"
My "Black hole sun rising"

Now it's my "Blue sky morning after rain"
There lies the "Boneyard of broken dreams"

By the waters of "Buzios Bay" , "By the shores of Malachite" , stand I wishing "Come black night"

She "Dances with fireflies" to the tears of my "Emotional Precipitation"
To the music of my "Emotions in motion"

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 .

Man makes the money
Money makes the man

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 ."

Meeting of the board members

I loved you once
but a long (timed) ago
When a moonlighted flood
awashed our naked bodies
lying so still in affinity


No moonlight now
no longer seventeen
Looking back it was all just impossible
A longing sweetened dream

Stand up , walking to the open window
Looking out , into the heart of midnight
feeling , reliving , lost eternities
Oh bye and by as I longingly sigh

Wishing emptiness would last forever
in the hallowed soul of midnight
No expectations or derivations
Midnight sheds her skin
burned by moonlight's  callous lies .

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

Moses was an insurance salesman
Sold flood insurance on the Plains
No matter how much he prayed
There was never any rain

One day when Moses had turned 40
The Lord said you will lead my people free
Moses said , "Say what ? Are you talking now to me ?"

Go tell the Pharoah
"Set my people free . Or I will devastate you until you listen to me ."

So reluctantly he set out
with his wife and family
Hooked up with his brother Arron and together they made history

Well you probably know the rest . Frogs and grasshoppers and the flies were such a pest

But Pharoah remained steadfast
until the Angel of Death flew by
That was when the first born
were all doomed to die

So Pharoah then relented
Bade all the Isrealites please leave
Even gave up all his gold
and suggested to the others
that they should likewise give

But the Isrealites were hard hearted
They had little to do with their God
So Moses led them out into the desert
Until till they were covered by the sod

And Moses reared a new generation
more devout now than the first
They would go on to populate
everywhere on Earth

But Moses was a man
doomed
tied now by his sin
God said because of that he couldn't let him in

But God showed Moses
all the promised land
from upon the mountain top
where both of them would stand

Moses could see it was raining
falling hard into the sand
Now what of this eternity
Is it now at hand ?

Then God took away Moses to where he did not say
I'm sure God shed a tear in private upon that fateful day

See Moses was a man
not unlike the rest of us
He put his faith in his God
and gave him every ounce of trust

Moses was Egyptian
Jesus was a jew
God came down from the mountaintop
said there's no difference between the two

Well parting of the red sea
Or was it a sea of reeds ?
Who flipping cares now
What is important is the fact of the deed

And Noah built a boat
Had a raffle giving away time shares
But interest was at record lows
Just showers and who really cares

So they crucified Jesus
Did they nail or rope him down there
Doesn't really matter
we left him dangling in the air

We have all heard of the Passover
But we celebrate "pass" with the beast
There is grit and grittle in the foundation of our hearts
Somehow we feel we are complete

So how God holds a special place
for such a hideous race
Even by God's Standards
that decision is hard to take

Everytime I push my pen
I am moving mountains
Everytime I touch the keys
I will part the seas
Everytime you do the same
then we are creating
the liberal Science
of poetry

The darkest nights
provide
the mush-rooms
of delight

Ah ! If your blue then it's me too !
We can go to the Zoo
And see a blue back gazelle
Or go to Cape May
And get ***** that are blue
Watch out for those pinchers !
Those blue tennis shoes are paper thin
Then we can go to the show
And see "Blue Lagoon"
Then we can go for a drive
To the Blue Ridge Mountains
Stop and eat at the Blue Star Cafe
Then from a mountaintop
We can watch the flow of a river blue
Then you can lay your head on my
Blue corduroy jacketed shoulder
And I will sing to you ,"Love Is Blue"

My black days spill over
white hot
full of sparks that burn instantly
Monocast in hearts
Ductile to life's incessant blows of futility
Black days dance
fluid in regidity
My black days consume me
Take me to the place
where the past , the present , and the future become one eternity

When you touch me I don't know how you feel
When you speak I see only what I can't hear
You give your love and I so want it real .

I want to live in your milky way
Hide behind your stars peeping out
Fly through your galaxies with you
Be a super nova when we kiss
And be the speed of light going no where
Sleep under planetary rings next to you
I want to be your universe
You are my cosmos

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"

My hand is home to all my dreams

There at three a.m.
on a dark and empty street
I was out walking
The demons kept my sleep

The music I recognized
Coming down from the open window above
The Eagles "Hotel California"
A song I dearly loved

It was the winter of 1977
Perhaps the coldest on record I know
All I remember was the cold and accumulations of snow

Mike had just bought the album
Invited me over to share
After we were blown away
The music cleared the air

We played it over and over
Every song on it was so great
The chill that hung in the air
Made it easy to relate

I walked back home after midnight
In the cold and frozen snow
Not realizing it was a  -10° below

The cold soon penetrated
I became concerned for sure
I was having my doubts and my skin was turning bluer


To make the story short
I ran to the door the last few feet
I fumbled with the keys
And fell inside into the heat

So now all of those memories come flooding back to me
There's someone up above and they can never leave

So I ease on down the way
out of range of the sound
And I am thinking to myself
To the words I am forever bound

"You can always check out
but you can never leave"

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

I'm looking for salvation
by the wounded hours of night

I'm thinking of a giant to the ****** of my plight

My pen lays as idle as the silence of the slain
As I've aged I wonder if I will ever write again

The thoughts go tango to a dance that subtlely denies

The words are rudely gathered then told they've been denied

Someone dared to ask me
if I lived in
a graveyard
of shattered dreams

After a moment of silence all I could say was , "Yes ,  so it is as well it seems."

The paper islands exists far out on an inky sea

The words have stowed away on the boat and sailed far away from me

I'm looking for salvation
by the wounded hours of night

I'm thinking of a giant to the ****** of my plight

My pen lays as idle as the silence of the slain
As I've aged I wonder if I will ever write again

The thoughts go tango to dance that subtlely divides

The words are rudely gathered then told they've been denied

Someone dared to ask me
if I lived in
a graveyard
of shattered dreams

After a moment of silence all I could say was , "Yes ,  so it is as well it seems."

The paper island exists far out on an inky sea

The words have stowed away on boat and sailed far away from me

Taking place where you calumniate
with hidden mask behind interface

An embolism hidden behind your lines
Where a falsetto lies your charm

How you create isobaric pressure degradation between your monodical screaming mee-mee's

Creator of sheol , abode of the dead poets
So supine in way and thought

Where will your Valhalla be
You valetudinarian
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Caluminate - to utter maliciously false statements .

Interface - a shared boundary across

embolism - a swelling of a blood vessel due to blockage

isobaric pressure degradation - lines drawn on a weather map marking increasing or decreasing air pressure

Sheol - the place of the dead

supine - failure to act due to moral weakness

Valhalla - Norse hall of God's where slain hero's are received

valetudinarian - one who shows unduly concern for their health

There in the tears of joy
Sings a round moon assuming
Calling to me come home
and be free
Never so astounding
the love flows unfounded
My dear one
won't you come home
Time is fleeting
for those that lingered
now hear they
are weeping
Oh , my dear one
be strong , have faith
let your soul come on home

I'm going down on river . .
going up in fever
I'll be sending you shivers
all night the long

See how I make quiver
When I tease her
Oh Mighty ! she say
how I please her

Ha Ha , how I kisser
my , my , my ,
um-um , how I
feeler

I my full moon fever
swimming on my river
Slowly pulling me under
as I drown in love

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

She says she is too short
Will have to stand on stool
To kiss my lips

She says her afflictions
Different only in that
They are all too great

She says I can find
A better edition
Of any year I choose

That all the combinations
In searing truth
Are just to much to take

It's this , then that
And all of the rest
She say's I should detest

But when
I hold her in my arms
I know I found my place

You are a hard ghost to pin down
my will-o'-the-wisp

If I approach you . . .
you recede
If I back up . . .
you approach

But you never let me touch you
My marsh lover

A light unto my heart
Burns where I cannot touch
Cold flames of blue leave me
No traces of heat upon my lips

My heart shivers from lack of loves inferno
The strength of my skin
Cannot be measured
The merit of my bones
Cannot be weighed

Nor will my love be finite
Caged or displayed
My lips seek soft wet kisses
That reign down on my soul

My thoughts slip in and out
Like low whispers of light
That are challenger deep
in darkest desires

Sometimes I go way out of my way to decipher , uncover , research what a poet has to say . Sometimes I hit the croquet ball through the hoop . Sometimes I miss and fall flat on my face . But I attempt to return the effort the author went to to write the poem . But I seem to have made too many unhappy and will from now on limit my spill . This will be my last post for the immediate future . Thanks to all my Hello Poetry friends . Peace .

She stands in the wake of my tsunami
Amidst all my destruction and desolation

She claims she is like no other
As all my sea are receding

Frightened vengence my hand played
Shattering all perfection's glassine way

She is standing upon my shattered dreams
Reaching with her aching arms

There is blood between her toes
If in pain I'll never know

Still she stands and is saying ,
"Come , it's time to go back home"

My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page

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

If there
    is
no way out

No path
    of return

No tunnel
     at the end
of the light

It'll be alright

Just when
    I thought
I was going
    somewhere

I find
    myself
Once more ribless
    to someone who
I thought
    cared

Desoulment

I turn back
    into
One lacking

Resurrected without
a soul

Out of the starry night ,
By the way the moon glows
the monuments are lined up in rows upon rows

They glisten eerily though through the birch bark and oak
they be the condemned lost souls
now as ghosts flow

On the beach at night
with the sands and bonfires
To the woe weary waves
telling the shore all that transpires

The whales sing first
to one then another
Then asking of me  
are we not all one brother

Overnight hanging
on the shelf of a cliff
face to face with stars
and meteors so swiff

I hear the owls
in the forest below
telling to me , Yes
We know , we know

So no matter where it is
or when that I go
I am never alone
For everything everywhere does tell me so

(I can see we are alike)

Equals ? Certainly not !
Nor could we ever be .

But alike spiritually

Unfortunately
we could never meet

It would be a
(contpěetement fatal)
collsion
A vacious affair
of lightning bolts
(kissing)
inside a tornado's
twisted maw !

.


Pack it up ,



      yesterday you were seventeen . . .



now you're an empty sixity-eight . .



. . . and a little late to be running behind . . .



Highways , mountains , rivers and all those stars . . .


     all those lonely stars


I'll be leaving sometime after the midnight's bell


the dew will tell where I go



The future is my next step


my past recorded in wet grass


keep moving on


everyone needs a reason to believe


I'm running on empty


I'm running out of time


Running out of love


and now I am running some more


Let them know you've forgotten about your losses


And all your gains were washed away in rain




When you have no roots you run



chasing the last sunset of hollow yellows , grays and pinks ,


before the evening chill sets in


"What never was , will be no more ."

I asked her to do me a favor :
1. Could you lay down and die ?
2. And be coverd by hordes of ******* flies .
3. Step into the path of a Greyhound bus ?
4 . Go to Africa and swim with crocodiles is a must .
5 . Be the first to go to Mars ?
6 . The last one to leave thar ?
7 . Can you swim the English Channel ?
8 . And then stay ?
9 . Don't get me wrong
10 . I never liked you anyway .

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 ."

Flees around the corner