Flees around the corner
for what would the marble be without the pressure

Flees around the corner

(will be red instead of green holding up an AR-15 instead of a torch)

Give me your bloodied
Your poor dead souls
Your huddled masses
Crouching in fear
On the concentration Camp's floor
Become someone's
Wretched refuge teeming
By the score
Send these now to me the Homeless
Bullet riddled  bodies lying on the floor
I lift up my spotlight
To see the young and the Old lying in the door

Like new summer wine
We were green in our time
And the yellow rose
never smelled better

But like the weeds in the road
Armadillos , horned toads
The truth was spelled out in the letter

You know some days are just fine
Others will find that your lying
But most of the time
you're barbed wiring

Well the rains came on down
Washed away most of the town
I found you boarding the bus to Dallas

You said you gave it a go
It's time to go with the flow
Then I watched the bus
dissappear with sadness

Well the high plain's never tame
Life's not long there for the lame
And one can drown in the dust
of your sorrow

You can ride on and mend
But you will never be able
to bend
The land or the will that's known as Texas

So goodbye my dear friend
You can write but I'll never send
I'll be waiting for you
at the nexus

Siting in the silence
of my dreams
In the depths
parched dry
by their screams
they lie

Every chance
they were used
and abused
Bludgeoned
and egged on
all for nothing

I remember
I remember
I remember
I can't forget

The days sat on the hills
like a pumpkin patch in January . blackened , short , with no hope in Hell .

There are no women in Heaven
No moon , stars or Seven Elevens
There are no men in Heaven
No gays or lesbians
Just resurrections

I feel the space that I can't touch
You are invisibly everywhere
I see the way that you think
But I can't say it's real

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

Soon now you will fly away
Leaving me to my love's decay

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

If I could but I know I shan't
Cradle your love now so faint

Sometimes when you cut the ropes
You 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 dispair
I watch it slowly disappear

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

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

Nomad ,
a wanderer ,
never remaining static .

One at home
with their environment .

At peace with their creator .
Probably made
from shooting stars .

I have no more connections
No letters ever sent
No kisses in the evening
Just valentines
never sent

It all stands to reason
Too much will sink a ship
A brickwall stands the best chance of survival
If you drive too fast and hit

A room without an exit
Is a dugeon unfortunately
All of my emotions locked up in my heart
Has become too much for me

I fear the dark waters wading
Full of monsters tormenting me
They are good at hiding daylight
They bring the shadows down on me

One that I can touch and taste
smell or even see
Sometimes out of nowhere they even call out to me

Sorry I keep getting distracted
Day dreams come cheap or free
But they collect dues down the road
that much I can guarantee

So if I put all those unforgettable
miseries inside the letters and mailed them off to me

They would come back marked return to sender
No known address that be

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 don't want to write anymore
The need walked away
and left me with
a balance of zero
All the fire and searing pain
are now cold wet embers
in the morning dew
The lines of love
have turned yellow
in their newspaper ways
Cold dead headlines
that hold no importance
I will bury
the lifeless desire
in old notebooks
that will be shelved
and forgotten
When asked
if I once wrote poetry
I will scoff
and say ,"Who Me ?"
For there is no longer
a reason

I was not the original son
A first page
A number one
I was always the period
At the end
The quotation marks
That were left undone

I was the pause
That separates
That feeling you get
That you came too late
The one who stood
outside the door
When inside were passed
Out the fates

So I've come
To walk around
Those now living in the ground
Where in the dark there is no light
None to much to talk about
Just my breath the only sound

I have come here
To settle down
Upon this space
My hallowed ground
My favorite stone
upon which I sit
Beside the ties they left unbound

With the Dead
I hold my court
There are no groans
They don't exhort
The chase is done
The horns have sounded
Hark the chords of a la mort

Until dawn
A captive audience
I hold down
My midnight's deviance
Until first light
Threatens with
Complete radiance

It's not a science ,

it's more a faith .

The feeling I get

when I sing ,

' Amazing Grace '

It's not that I have
nothing on my thoughts

It's that my thoughts
lead to nothing

If not for nothing
there wouldn't
be anything

I really have nothing to say
It's the echo ,"Number nine , number nine."
As I stand remembering the words ,
"Steel and Glass , steel and glass."
"While my guitar gently weeps."

There was "Lucy in the sky with diamonds."
I thought I'd never be the same
"Happiness is a warm gun."
"And we all lived beneath the waves
in our yellow submarine."

The battle is over
my blade is broken
all of my arrows
have long been spent

Blood runs like a river
my flesh burnt ,
bones broken , flesh cut ,
stabbed and divided

And on my knees
I face my Victor
asking no grace
I the conflictor

Waiting for the inevitable
every second labored
would you do the honor
end it now and not later

There are no tsunamis
on the cobalt seas of Neptune

No major earthquakes
on the surface of its numbered fourteen
moons

The winds howl at more than twelve hundred miles per hour

And has days so short coming in at just sixteen
hours

Though three times larger than our Earth . It is just a rocky core drowned in a sea of liquid spinning fast

There is Hydrogen , Helium , and Methane gas
And like it's bigger brother Saturn it has six rings just revealed in the recent past

I have no desire to go bask now in its seas
I'll stay at home on my planet Earth thank you if you please

Poets are made of bone , flesh and skin .
They swim in their folly
thinking in the end they will win .
They are having the best waste of time they've ever had
Locked inside their rooms
that have no walls
Saying nothing , nothing
Nothing at all


Prime time never arrives
Their latest masterpiece
Is so , so , so contrived
Best hope is they will die
long before they fall
After all . . .
It's nothing , nothing
Nothing at all

It was the best waste of time
they ever had

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

"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 ! ! !

The papers lay bare
the ink unbroken
The desire languished
I am not joking

I have not a word
there's nothing to say
Time to quit writing
It ends as of today

So long fellow poets
The time seems so short
I lost my desire
And I now know it

Carry on will you
There's much to be said
Don't lose you your way
"Goodbye",
is all that he said

You have to be odd
to be number one

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

I wandered through the years
Avoided all the tracks
with cracks
Jumped the puddles of tears
Left the lost lips
the smiles
hugs and goodbye dears
and the one too many beers
Now I embrace
October's chill and shine
where all leaves change
and glow
I softly kiss the sun
and walk hand and hand
glowing in its grace
There is the gentle assurance that good days will be few
But I will pirouette on my good knee
with outstretched arms
(that tend to disagree)
and shout to Heaven
with unrestrained glee

If one is the loneliest number
Then one in October
and I make two

I cannot say a slithe in form
But a rapture to my ears
Once I categorized
all the songs
It brought me low to tears

But in the dark of
nocturnal dreams
I cried out in dispair
To hear the incessant
thrill of the mocking bird
made me pull my hair

Now the nights have been reclaimed
goodbye to the nights of all my pain
The mockingbird no longer thrills at 3 a.m.
It has met a tragic end

Damm , sounds like home to me
T. S. Elliott's wasteland
Where puragatory worst residence live
Raise a toast to the Ghost of Christmas Past
for you haven't the pressence to make a future out of it .
Where happy hour never ends and friendship is sealed by the clink of glass
And all the women have traces of ***** on their lips as they ask hey buddy will you buy me a beer
Year after year until O'Hara's Pub and Grill becomes your Thanksgiving , Easter , Memorial Day , Christmas , and New Years Day
And they even paint a reserved parking space out back for you
But they were the only bar open for the blizzard when everyone took acid and danced barefoot in the snow

Oh my Captain , my Captain
Where is the gleam in your eye ?
Where is that sting
Whenever your colors fly

Where is that thirst
For adventure you sail
Where is that booming voice
Through oak will drive nail

Oh , my Captain
Where could you be
Thy gaze crosses
More than the sea

Where is the man
Who knows not any fears
Who's cheated death
All these long years

Come Captain
Where is thy cheer
We sail into eternity
The rest is unclear

Oh my Captain , my Captain
Why such a sad soul
It's treasure and loot
So much we have stole

Oh Master , my master
We are and can no more be
Like the birds
We are free as long as we breathe

Come Captain , my Captain
Give us command
Give ,"Aweigh all anchors."
Seek ye new harbors with warm golden sand

The flute
evokes the rites
The pipes the pain
Long standings
in a winters rain
so ends
his reign

Some people
are buried
some are flamed
Some we raise
our glass unto
and drink to fame

We sink
our hopes
and shed our tears
and like little children
we face our fears

auld lang syne

Old people need love too
That's why they die
and go to heaven

A girl in your hands is worth more than two in their bush .

No one understands her
                                           she is young

She is cloud and free
                                    greets all with a smile
saying ,"Kisses my friend"

She lays naked in thought
                                             with hands so cold
that cut like knives

Fangs in vein
                       as she ***** the breath
out of your world
                               with oleander kisses

Once upon a time I wrote poetry
To fill the emptiness that did reside

Once I learn to say how I felt
Long after the tears had mostly dried

Once I marveled at what I could write down
I even marveled at the rthym of the sound

But now the words falter , stumble at the gate
They no longer please me , I take it as my fate

Their purpose has somehow been denied
And to continue on a fruitless path would be living in a lie

So I take stock and close the book and put away my pen
For I will not be found in grace on page written in poem again

Once I was lost but now I'm found

Casing out the wasteland
The roads from nowhere
within oneself that encircles the maze of our minds

Bending thoughts to delight the prism of light into displays suitable for emotional joy or anguish

Where once there was nothing but innocence of childhood we've replaced the concept with the corruption of truth , lost unto our ways , devoid of life now or to come .

I wrote you once
                 twice
                thrice

      But no more
              for you
        will I again

I loved you once
                 twice
          and thrice

But not anymore
              for you
            this time

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

.
.
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

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

Once when I was younger
I was made older for my age

My playground was always only inches from the edges of the grave

Though I was not a victim of evil child abuse

The fact was I had no supervision . I was completely free and lose

I ran away at three looking for who or what can ever tell

If I found a hole in woods
I wanted to know how deep was the well

I was always one step from disaster
Riding a bike up a hill or down a mountain

Swimming across the river
or out in the ocean
My need to be searching
was how I was made to sustain

As the edges of aging expanded my thirst for adventured expired

Now I am surely as close to that edge that I embraced
so long ago

But now I know how deep that well is

How high the mountain
How wide the river
or the deep the ocean

Now that I know I guess it's time to go

I take the long way
along the way
to find my home
I pass the old place
where I used to play
once upon a yesterday
I walk down the sidewalks
avoiding all cracks
Oh ! my mother's back
It's a long way from yesterday
to everyday
and back down to here
And one is the number
between zero
which is nothing
and eternity
which is everything

One day I would like to wake up to warm sunshine , birds singing , blue sky and puffy white clouds . No where to go and anything to do . And sit in the shade , read a few poems , and drink lemonade .

The one handed thief looked at the bank
and said I know the layout like the back of my hand .

The one handed thief held his gun on everyone as he looked at the bag of money on the floor .

The one handed thief ran out of the bank and jumped into the getaway car only to realize it was a four on the floor with stick shift .

I found out a long time ago
The woman you want
you can't have
Now that I'm older
the women who were Killers
are now just fillers
that I don't want .

Lean me up against the sunset
. . . one last time
I will gaze into the days it has given me
. . . one last time
I will ride its chariots
of fire
. . . one last time
For into the light
I give my soul
. . . the last time