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Like the Smashing Pumpkins say , the killer in you
is the killer in me

Everyone
somehow , somewhere , someway

Is responsible for causing the death
of someone else

The cold snow
fell upon the memories
and whited out the pain

The hungry wolf looks out
across the frozen tundra
and forgets his pain

Dreaming of a warm
summer rain
only to go out
and **** again

Knowing inside
is trapped
the lamb
in wolf clothing

Hear the emptiness deep within
There are echos of grief and sin
All the petals now are finally gone
The thorns rip like the words to a song
And all that is sacred is bled
And it's dead  
No one cares  
And nothing's said

The moments are boulders in your head
Avalanching from the lies you said
And the winter's warmth is false comfort
The winds chide and howl in retort .
And all that once was you
Has flown
South by Southwest
Now is unknown

And the children laugh and play
Oblivious to the pain's display
And you wonder of a poem in Blue
A distant path you once knew
And the tempuous
Tides have changed
For the once courageous . . .
Now deranged

Once was the memory as fresh as frozen dew

I stepped back and then over
the rotten log of truth

Now the days are slated
in the absence of the years

Leave me debating on the worthy of shedding salty tears

The oaken deck and floorboards
of my weathered ship

From the sun and salt
have turned to white at the ending of my trip

I left one foot ashore and the other out at sea

Have thus been devided serving two masters knowing that it can never be

I scowled at by the landward winds

Then turned and prayed to us at sea they'd send

So the back and forth of my life
I sadly never let it end

Now the mast has broken
the repairs will never last

Thus I come limping into port
dropping anchor , and  holding fast

The dingy is the last ride
on the oars that water drips

I'll not be putting out to sea
It's now the time that R.I.P. s

But be not sad the greatest voyage remains

One a joy to make
that eliminates
the pain

The love of woman
flows through me
like the blood in my veins
The heart aches
with or without them
There is no air as fresh
as the kiss of the one you love
Can you compare the embrace
To that of God ?
There is nothing more beautiful
than watching her sleep in peace
Nothing can you share as endearing
The love of woman
makes me a man

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 motion of the emotions
flowing through his veins
Screaming in his head
bleeding out the pain

The dazzled days of summer
egregious in their sins
Strip off the sunburst animus
down to blacken skin

The waves crash down upon him
Reeking winds of change
From the ashes of the heat
the phoenix rise again

The plumage new and pure
There is a sparkle in the eye
Ancient knowledge collected
to the questions why

Everyone a phoenix
Yes each and all so true
Stand up from amidst the ashes
God does want you to

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

Muse :
"Move over fool and watch a Muse Master
at work"


      In the blackness of my soul
      I sit listening to far off thunder
      As inside it also rolls

      For long long seconds
      There is no sound
      Then begins the brumble bound

      Quicken flashes does my mind's
      Hindsight cause flashes white
      Of the truth hidden by the night

      It is perhaps then I stir
      And begin to think of you
      A soul's ***** as if a burr

      Then the truth will crash
      And I slow count to ten
      Before I hear rumble within

      Then comes a calm
      No more flash or sound
      I have burried my thoughts of you


Me :
"I don't know ," I say. "Maybe by tomorrow's
light . . . . I'll have a say ."

Then the muse did stare
With such a cold cold glare
All the fluids in my glass froze

There she was
Then she wasn't
And she vanished
Into the cold thin air

Open wide
the gates of Hell
The butterfly effectually
flutters to false intent
from that organelle

From double hearted
wing beats
the flattery will not cease
Proudly inciting insolence
from the center of the beast

It takes a coal
from the altar
that the lips must kiss
To purge all iniquities
to burn on the bliss

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 wanted to shout
to jump about
To sing and dance
like a lady from France
I wanted to cry
My chest swelled with pride
I felt me saying goodbye
to the poets I knew that died

I felt the pain
of the pleas to refrain
The ache of love
The fickle dove
The reason to write
was all encapsulated
Bloodletting , begetting
I so was so related

The boards creak and moan
from time and poor carpentry
The nails gripped by aged wood
have become crust collected and
shrunken to form

The bare walls once displayed
the smiling faces
of past eons but now
there are only the faded remnants
of square foundations
of lives that once
hung on the wall

The stairs complain
like an old man
from unsubstantiated fears
The second floor
seems solid only responding
to the remarks of my shoes

The old bedroom
once the center of attraction
overlooks the buckled sidewalks
and **** infested yards
of a street that now has no cars
or people passing by

I stand in silence for the moment
and the moment stands silent for me
And for that moment
I lay in time's eternal graveyard
in hopes of reviving dead dreams

Dark knights
on white satin
With pumice for breath
Exact the toll that tells

I cut my heart out
Placed it on display
I get much sympathy that I
throw down my endless well

It's bitter , the wine
It's better than time
I will out to find
a curse that binds

"I" falls off the tongue's challenge
Captured and caged
I send notice to the page
Now that the cat's captured the rage

So it comes down to the season of reason
I am reluctant to part ways
Pray thee write a poem on my behalf
That I will exist beyond these days .

The past is a novel I'm working on , revising , rewriting , and discarding .

The future is a perfect Haiku I've yet to corrupt

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

I let you down
like a child
on the birthday
of perfect love

Old enough to
be forgiven
old enough
to know when I've wronged

Can you find the words
when I am no longer
there beside you

How will the thoughts
remain in your heart
Will they be a sunshine
bridge of rainbows ?

Or just the emotions
that once was a radio
turned down low under
covers late at night

To find that day
when we all stand alone
in the silence
stripped of desire and dreams

in the search of perfect love

It was the perfect picture
for the last day of fall :
Pale blue skies
cotton candy clouds
warm golden fields of hay
cropped close to the ground
glowing in the crisp sunlight

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
.
..
...

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

Suckling on an unlit pipe
(Talk about your pipe dreams)
Drag a name all over the place
While you jolly at the screams
You ! Yes You !
You don't care anymore

With creme in the corners of your mouth
You talk of trophies collected
About how you might be moving South
As if Carpet baggers were superior
To white trash

In the labored book of pages
All the print has been pressed and
Preserved in numerical stages
"Pressed and Preserved"
Like the life of the rose
Bitter in decay

The potion was in the lotion
that they put on the back
I heard the train's whistle
on down the side track
Harold flew in from Canada
with a Honda on his back
We called him Ole Weird Hendry
because he was way out of whack
Sharon was unsure that I finally figured out
Harold went on to become a doctor
Along the way I chose to dropout
Now the wheels have spun
and the future is past
My ways were never half empty or full
Cause I tipped over the glass
Now I'm dreaming of streaming memories
while I am looking past back
There's the rub in the lotion
the emotions on back
And I hear the train whistling
coming down track

Her hand lay upon his bare chest
His hand her back caressed
They just took their physical test
And both prayed they passed
He wanted feedback oh so bad
She wanted to tell but was afraid
But in silence was all both had
In the bedroom of his cave
He touched her face pure and soft
She kissed his lips and made a wish
Then his passion again took off
And dined on the gourmet dish
She moaned and wailed like a wraith
He extended out the pace
They ran together in a race and
Crossed the finish line together
Her eyes they pleased his face
In his smile she felt relief
Together they hugged
And said together , " I do."

There are no more made memories
without you babe
No more tasting sweet afterthoughs that you leave between the sheets
without your love babe
There are no fusion fast hugs
that last a half-life long
without all of you babe
No globe of enduring form
to my flat earth existence
No soul to my soil where once the fuse of love exploded . . .
without you babe
There is only the whole Earth embrace of the emptiness of my universe
without any stars . . .
without you babe

There is a tempest
In the Temple of tonight

All of my values , morals
Are shaking cold from fright

There is a reason now
For all of my due fear

When red is the color
It has turned from water clear

There is red blood from the innocent
Caking on my fingers from their souls

They have been taken in their silence
Their blood has been dried by the cold

In the darkest of the winter
My seed willingly spills

Sickening sweet the cost
Of such a cheapening thrill

It crystalizes screaming
Without making a sound

Upon the snow white flakes
Of the frozen ground

You shuddered when caked
And cold ****** fingers

Stopped to caress your silken breast
Where upon they linger

I briefly touch with the back of my hand
Your perfect cheek that flowers this land

I turn to see a nor by norwestern star
It's my place , my home so far

Then into the blackness
where none of the living dare goes

Love takes a walk with me
Until it's suddlenly froze

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

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 . . . .

Eight minutes and twenty seconds
From the Sun to my eye
186 thousand miles per second
Faster than a blink can go "bye"

All reflections , wherever you turn
Are dangling particles of the past
     "As you sped away you threw your last kiss goodbye as my heart approached the speed of sorrow ."
      And all time came to a standstill ,
as the past fled away so fast

There's a front door
To the back door . . . of life
There's an upstairs
To fall down upon your past

We all are dreaming , scheming
Tyring to find a perfect life
One that's full of meaning , preening
That's devoid of strife

There's a front door
To the back door of life
There's an open window
To the closed minded lies

We are all driving way to fast
The day's become our demise
The future is just a thin piece of glass
You are the hammer in disguise

There's a front door
To the back door of life

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

There's no place like home
Because they've all been torn down

The riddle wrapped itself in cloaks of wit and crowns of understanding

The parable parallels the fables with skins and lofty feathers

The riddle was obscured
Left lacking in explanation

Meanwhile the parable remained hidden
Left for future days

The implications of gratitude are like the hot dusty desert winds
leaching out the moisture
dessicates within

Then when the roots run rock shallow the fortification begins

Their indications of agreements entered into
are but less than followed through

Meanwhile the mountains of probability will be forested thick in their nakedness of shame and agit with the flux of futility

Then the riddle will be left perplexed , lacking insight it will not be able to see the forest for the trees

She puts her forefinger and thumb upon the ring and twists it upon her ring finger . Her eyes are furrowed in sadness as she looks out the kitchen window to the lake below . She barely breathes for the pain rests sullenly upon her ****** bleeding heart . She's had enough and it's time to make a change .
Love rolls like thunder when it's concentrated in a golden diamonded ring . She can't take another breath with the hate that fills the air .She can't speak without starting another wildfire serenade . So she sits at the kitchen table twisting around the bounds that say she is supposed to care .

She pulls it off maybe to her first nuckle and then pushes it back on . It has become more complicated than it should have ever been . A tear falls upon her hand when she thinks of all the love she shared . Then shudders when all the hate takes it's place and turns love into despair .

She takes a deep breath and then slowly pulls off her wedding bands and lays them in the bowl . There is no wind blowing but suddenly she's feeling so cold . She looks down upon the lake and sees the sky's reflection and half heartedly says ,"It's not to late." But she knows inside the flame has died snd it can never be lit again .

I'll have no use
for empty rooms
or houses devoid of life

I'll close the door
shake the lock some more
So ends this book
on wife

I'll start over again
just like before
with pennies
for my thoughts

Our love once steel
has turned cast iron at will
and wrought
it's core so full of flaws

It's okay ,
what is there to say
Except that I'll
be moving on

You always rebelled
at the thought of obligation

Obliviously you would rather opt out
than be displayed
as a duty done in insignificance

A sailboat may be insignificant
. . . a tiny speck upon the ocean
But it sits high above the crests

Their's was a choice
in season
For there is a time
for every purpose
unto heaven
You could see the seasons
written on their faces
One hour short of a twelve
time had ceased to be
Reduced to simplicity
they wore their world
on bent backs and
defeated shoulders
And wrapped themselves tight
from the cold
with the resignation
of what destitution brings
Their bodies
like marble from ancient
institutions ;
cracked , discolored
fallen in disrepair
As they lined up waiting
To enter
I thought to myself
Truly now the Saints come
marching in

The vacant space upon times ethereal shores
Has me asking if Odysseus has ever touched before ?

The waves lapping , swirling sands across my feet
Leaves me little gold that I might keep

The thistle and thorns woven into a crown to wear
Placed upon with such gentle care

The shores all rock and cliff so high
How can I just climb on by?

Moments are dark , the sea will free
Come follow to the ends with me

The Isle is small just temporal best
Back home from a ten year's quest

He wades the shores and falls to knees
She bends down to claim his ease

They embrace the winds of time
That binds them to the threads of mind

The sandy haired man
without a last breath
Lay face down in the
root cellar
along with the others
who had metted
out death

The man in charge
demanded to know
who had found the bodies
partially covered in snow

"I did!", said the ten year
old girl
I could only imagine how
it had turned upside down
her prescious young world

Then the one in charge
asked if we had heard any sounds
Seen any lights
there
or anywhere around

I looked at the faces that I could see
Some stared back while the others looked down at their feet

The only sound was silence
in retreat
Oh ! and the wind and the shuffling of feet

"I want all of your names",
said the gruff man with disdain ,
"Your addresses , your phone numbers , so we can get back in touch again."

I looked down at the bodies
that must be frozen by now
Glad I wasn't the one who'd be moving them anyhow

I once arose before the dawn
To seek a reason to go on
I kissed the rising sun just for fun
And set out on my merry way

It might have been a Tuesday now
I saw the grazing Holstein cow
A ship that had run aground it's bow
But no reason for this beautiful day

I walked along the concrete streets
I talked to strangers in bare feet
I queried everyone I'd meet
But no one could give me the OK

I swam across the snake filled river
I took bee's honey with a dibber
It made my stomach ache and quiver
So I lay down on the sands by the Bay

A horseshoe crab came racing by
He had no time for my questions why
Then I spied the hermit crab go sly
As he withdrew deep into his shell

Then the porpoise jumped and laughed
When I was quick to ask
They flashed off and left me daft
To the questions that I quelled

A sea turtle stroked on through
Eating up the jellyfish they do
But his conceit just left me blue
When he told me to go to Hell

I raised up my eyes to the air
Seagulls were flying everywhere
But they left white in my hair
That's when the hammer hit the nail

I then knew the secret to life
There would no longer be all that strife
Confusion was cut in two like a knife
I drew my gun and the seagulls fell

So the answer is ,
Don't let anyone **** on you

You shoulder the everything
of the nothingness
trapped now in the air

All of the mole hill mountains that you stumble over
saying that you care

The identations of life
that you so carelessly
plunged deeply back into

A sentence in the book of life
ignored returns
intent on haunting you

A toxic attitude
that has aged in the bottles
of our time

In turning to
it's never
what you find . . .

A finite year it was
now better left behind

I spotted the box
out of the corner of my eye
There in the closet
stuffed into a corner
covered in cloth

At first it mattered not
I had other priorities
I had to meet

But then a memory
knocked upon the wall
of my curosity

So I took the box out
and sat upon the bed
And I started to take
the photographs out

So many faces , so many places
lost in time's goodbye
So much found
and so much lost
so , so very much

After all the you and me's
After all the summers
and winters too
Life has boiled down
to a box of photographs
made for a shoe

The almost winter trails
brown leaves
littering the ground
All the birds gone
and nary a sound
I think I will call it a
'Haiku'

The simple believes (his) every word , but the prudent considers well his steps .
(Proverbs 14:15)

He will send send your sons and daughters off to war and they will never return .
Then he will take your money , land , and then your life .
Don't you fools understand .
They are blinded by the lies . While they see nothing but the night . Even when the Son arise they remain a blight .

Wisdom or folly
Good or evil
Life or death

There are no third options for you to choose . The first will bring you life the other you will lose .

The simple love their simplicity
They have a blank look upon their face
They wallow in their foolish ways
They hope it always stays
They scorn at any correction
for scorners often sneer
They will die lost in all their ignorance and all their
nonexistent fears

[For scorners delight in their scorning , and fools hate knowledge]
(Proverbs 1:23)

Will the sidewalks
of delimination
give up the steps
short of
the shoehorned dreams

Those deposed days
under autumn's oath
with prejury and prejudice

Not one of
if I am willing
but
one of Cain enAbeling
the complicated

The judge agreed
it was a first ,
in the first degree

I looked at mom
suspiciously
every time she
said
"eat your vegetables !"

The sounds of sorrow :
soft whimpers under covers
late , late on a cold winter's night

Low moans of eternal pain
that one has tried to turn
into  . . ."I forgot"

Long wails that are full
of fury and devastation
as a hurricane's whip cracks

The heart that has been
kicked and stomped
and stabbed to froth

Flipping pages of poetry
fanning the heat
of discourse

Long sighs
sitting in a swing
looking down . . .coughs

Hearing what other's think
what they say
in silence

The scrape of a mental shovel
digging deeper
trying to bury the past

Oh ! Of course !
the frustration of deliberations
throwing and shattering glass

Yelling in a canyon
but there are no echoes
bouncing back

The ******* sound
made from a razorblade
that is in your mouth

and then silence

It is said to be true :
(1) That the Spirit dwells within the body
(2) That the Spirit is more important than the body
(3) That they must be opposites from the beginning

The spirit lives on
The body doesn't
If the spirit is evil it will
destroy a good body
If the spirit is good it can save an evil body

This give and take and conflict molds the destination of both

There's no food for the body
Unless the spirit challenges us to sew the seed

There is but one body
There is but one soul

Both fighting to take total control

Will vs Will

Who will be supreme in the end ?

"Thy Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven"

Like a coin there are three sides to everyone

In to me
be the temple
to my heart

Day by day
we will see
the state of independence
to be

Bring to me
Breathe with me
Just like I fall to my knees
Time is truth

Hey , hey , hoooooooooo .
Love is like a signal
into the body of my soul
Hey !
To be in love and with you

It's truth from the mountain
The state of independence
Like a fountain flowing free
It's truth from the mountain

Love like a comet from above
Love let's me continue to survive
Love is a state of independence
Love is the temple of your heart

Love is being with you day by day by day
Love is my free
Love is my state of independence
Love is you and me

The whole is made greater by the sum of its parts

A thief walks in . . .
a robber runs out .