There are no furrows
no laddered brow
No significant indications
Anywhere or anyhow

You are bilge
with no ship to pump
No weathered inconviences
decked for your boots to stomp

The aggies are aged . . adjacent to your dreams
A cats eye cast before the swine isn't what you think it means

A black hole exists in the balance of my thoughts
While all of my tangibles
get ****** into it's noughts

No I don't know who the  Ripper really was
For he was silent whispers
caked upon the lips and
killing was his buzz

You hear them murmur
their voices so weak
You must stand completely still to even hear a peep
They sound so earnest
Concerned more like
Every once in a while
A voice rises in pitch
intense and tight

Make the skies eternal limits
I'm shooting for a paper moon
A thin white line disappears
The Crescent city blooms

She rises from the river
Without the sky's inner inhibitons
She commands all her passions
Painting exhibitions

There is no distance
Between each and every line
She is my perpetual lemming
Flung from from the cliffs of time

Dark haired Creole woman
Body damp with sweat
The gumbo boils in desire
You're my "Day-glo" dash board saint

Kissing white moonlit *******
That dance with each and every ******
C'mon shakedown the stars
Ashes made by burning lust

Where was white rabbit ?

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

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

Now charged to walk late night's on Jubilee

The fog plays tricks behind facades of listless taunts of truth

I gaze through haze but swirls of vapor twist the thoughts

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

He was lowered in the water
as the son of man
And when he was raised up
It was as the Son of God
All man on the ouside
All Godly from within
He is the link
from one side
to the other end

Who remembers your
last breath
That lead you down unto
death
Who was there watching by your side
The afternoon that you died
Where was the place your soul departed
Was it happenstance
or wholly hearted
Did anyone pray or bid farewell
Anything more than it's time to tell
Who glanced at watch and marked it down
When sudden silence looks
around
The minute , hour , day , month and year
There ends the journey from there to here .

I am the moment before the sun
I am the light you see on a dark moon
I am the eye of a typhoon

I taught the birds to fly
I taught the child to ask why
Who am I

I put the steps into caterpillars
Showed the leaves how to fall
Tore down every wall

I ran with the Buffalo
Dove with the whales
Know who I am then do tell

I am the dirt beneath your feet
The sky so tall
I am the fly upon your wall

I am the ache in your head
The pain in your heart
I know when to end  , when to start

Who am I

Who bends the wind
folds it up
puts it in the envelope
then will send

Who gathers the sun
like a flock
bottles it then
says it's done

Who ropes my emotional
ties it and then binds it
in black and red ribbons
it's not fictional

Who teases the vessel
filling the void
where even the left
has a right to wrestle

Come vapor ***** . . . dream
permanate . . . decorate
you titillate in love's
sweet scheme

When ? Then I am left alone
the walls still stand
The night wails as comes the dawn
The heart longs for home

He's the hand I felt on my shoulder as the tornado went over me . He's the one who saved me from choking to death in my own ***** . He's the one who sat beside me on the mountaintop as I cried over my wrongs . And if I ever kneeled before him he would take my hands and raise me so I could kiss his cheek . Who is God ? My best friend who has saved me time and time again . Who understands my limits and my failures but forgives me each and every time . One who is always there for me to lean on when I am tired , lonely , discouraged . One who has shown me heaven and promised a place there for me .
Who is God ? He is in me , my past , my present , and future . I am nothing without my God .

Safe inside my cocoon and nest
Can't feel as secure anywhere else
When comes that rapping gentle tapping
Whose's that banging on my front door
It's the police yelling "Police !Open up the door !"
And then bang and the door falls to the floor
"Your under arrest !"
And I say , "What for ?"
So miffed they become and slam me to the floor
THEN one says it not here but the other one next door ! And they all scramble out leaving me cuffed on the floor .

.
Why challenge the bombs
of destruction
Let them sing in the
indifference
of hate
For they will stumble
on the rubble
of their sins
And there fruit
is poisonous
to the children
who will grow
twisted in the thoughts
of a false eternity
here on Earth .

The poem was titled
"Why did you leave me?"
Another boo hoo love gone wrong poem
I said to myself ,
"Let me see I'm sure it goes like this":
Woke up fell out of bed (Beatles)
"All by myself" "Céline Dion"
"I can't live if living is without you" (Bee Gees)
Yeah , I can smell the classic heartbreak song like a skunk hit by a Mac truck
And what's worse is the people who will ogle over it and praise it saying :
"I so relate to this poem"
"Thank you for sharing "
adding to another collection !
Humph !

I'm lucky .
All my broken hearts came cheap .
No bomb exploding inside inside the house blowing away half the family .
No children drowned crossing the sea .
No wife sacrificing herself for her family .
No I was lucky
Just girls and women dumping me
because I had to work on weekends
Or I smacked my lips while eating
Or the ever used , no reason at all
Yeah , they left with everything intact
No blown up house
No babies lying on a beach
Everything intact but my sanity
For two cents you can have that

Maybe I will read that poem anyway
Every breakup is unique
And real
Just maybe it will touch my soul

I don't mind but you are really getting to me
No I don't care that you are lying all the time
Nor why you are such a disaster when it comes to being human
You are a gun ; loaded , cocked , and ready to ****
I only got the rest of my life and I find you really waste my time
If you don't understand well try again

You waste my time time

I heard the music
in the words
that flowed from the rivers
of the tongues
of the soon to be
determined youth
who twisted in
ecstacy to the
shuffling feet
of joy . . .
lets dance !

Screaming , "What?"
. . . does no good .

Turn your hands inside out . . . you , the magician
tricked me out .

A childhood playground
(swinging up and over the the bar) . . . a distance too far to accomplish . . . come toppling down bar to  ground . . .

So I lofted my dreams higher than possible , improvable saith the powers that be .

I turn over in my grave before I've been buried or depositioned

Yes I've sinned over and over and made my Jerusalem look like Heaven

Let no stone remain on top of another

Let no word
persuade another
unless it be
the truth

I leave the words
to be the pale wind combing through the limbs of bare trees lichened in hopeless desparation

. . . consummatum est .

I taste the tongue of time
I lay down knowledge before wisdom
for every rhyme

I trusted too long
I got a little fried , . . . in reflection
I don't believe in wisdom anymore

The ripples break breeze
In the ocean where sandbars rise
I don't believe in reason anymore

I'm an ancient descreation
An obeyance out of time
I don't believe in love anymore

Don't scoff at me
Or petty me down
I don't believe in friends anyhow

One by one , thinking about all the things
That will never be done
I don't believe in goodbyes anymore

Well , you are asking ,
What do you believe in ?
. . . . pause . . . .

I believe in these . . . . .
Highest trees , ships at sea ,
Kites flying as high as can be . . . .

. . . just a few things . . .
and dreams .

The hounds of Nbucketville
howl at the full moon's folly
While feral cats walk the fence
short of their own immortality
They write lines upon the sand
And call it perfunctorality
Actually it is nothing more short than their own taste of banality
. . . banality
. . . banality
. . . banality
. . . banality

Where turns my hearts desire

To white cliffs that have been left afar

Stretched for miles as the freedom brings

I walk the worn path above the straits

The welcoming site of Heavnly gates

Window screens filter the outside from the within . And they allow what's inside to escape . Daydreams are filtered in our thoughts . Allowing passage between two worlds , physical and not . But window screen daydreams can be trapped by an invisible barrier , a pane of mental glass on the inside or out .

born between two sunsets
dust and sand in shoes
mojave bottled blues

sang under deserted stars
as time eternal flew
the roadrunner blew

sidewinder breath
black-tailed jack rabbit's foot
Fingernails caked in soot

never swore on luck
used a rock for his head
as he laid on the cold sand's bed

everything he made held between thumb and nail
like the posters tell

between the hard lines
he was forced to cross
between last breath and loss

between a moonrise
chilling sunrise fate
opens a starry gate

restless hidalgo dunes
slowy covering stones
and wind swept bones

Winter's breath upon the flowers
Falling temps by the hour
Breathe in the icy air
Expelling such despair

Oh mighty winter
You do declare
That there is no power
to compare

But it is time for you
to be on your way
Don't you have a winter to attend
Half a world away

Wisdom
gives life
to knowledge

Discernment
empowers
its drive

.

You !

Long time ago . . .

Indigo . . . ha !

What a name


There on 22nd street south

. . . Midnight's Voice . . .


Remember ?

We were young . . .

real , mean and lean . . .

invincible !

or so it seemed


Those nighthawks in the night sky . . .

diving in the lights

And those inside the bar
looking for a light

It was "Us" and "Them"
and anyone else foolish enough to join

Money was short
but we always made do



Red Mountain . . .

Vulcan . . . before the cage

Jones Valley . . . down below

Everything was up
turn around
and come down


God I loved that Mountaim

. . . it vibrated in magic

Long live the magic . . .

that I've lost


Living within but without

. . . how I wish you were here


________

Tribute to the early 1970's
Birmingham , Alabama

Vulcan - the largest cast iron statue in the world . Made in the image of the God Vulcan sitting on top of Red Mountain . At the time open free to the public 24 hours a day with stairs going up to the top of the head where a 360° balcony overlooked Jones Valley down below . Later so called improvements imposed a hefty entrance fee , an elevator replacing the stairs , and a cage built around the balcony and only open from 8 a.m.to 5 p.m. seven days a week . All of which ruined the magic of seeing uninterrupted views , sunrises and sunsets , stars and lights of the valley below .

Midnight's Voice - a bar downtown Southside where bands played

Nighthawks - a band from Washington D.C. that played often at Midnight's Voice

Indigo - Vietnam vet . I don't know if he was crazy
before 'Nam' but he sure was after . Real name was Ray . Could play one hell of a guitar especially when he got together with Mike McEachern .

It will always be . . . (us , us , us , us , us and them , them , them , them , them . . . after all we were only ordinary men) Pink Floyd

Mary kissed me once
So I kissed her twice

Susan  never wanted to play
So I moved too , far away

Margaret I loved so true
All she did was make me blue

Jane was a beauty
Inside and out

But here I am today
With all my withouts

Their love was never possibe
It could not be allowed to be
So deceptively decadent
The way the beach consumes the sea

Amidst the fields of flowers
Where no one would ever see
He stripped her heart bare
She begged him willingly

Exchanging dangerous glances
It made her heart to race
He consumed her every thought
They made it do in haste

But their days began to narrow
The path became unsure
Deceit flared out of it's nostrils
For their lust there was no cure

The parting was barely visible
She went about her way
He chose the other path
That led down to the cay

She sails on luxury ships
He sits in a crabber's shack
They both look over their shoulders
Always looking back

For their love was never possible

Their love was never possible
It could not allowed to be
So deceptively decant
The way the beach consumes the sea

Amid the fields of flowers
Where no one would ever see
He stripped her heart so bare
She begged him willingly

Exchanging dangerous glances
It made her heart to race
He consumed her every thought
They made it do in haste

But their days began to narrow
The path became unsure
Deceit flared out it's nostrils
For their lust there was no cure

The parting was barely visible
She went about her way
He chose the other path
That lead down to the cay

She sails in luxurious ships
He sits in a craber's shack
They both turn their shoulders
Always looking back

Their love was never possible

While walking down the road
A voice not there is heard

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

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

I turn into indifferance
and shuffle on my way

Half expecting a goodbye
There is nothing but my sigh

If one treads upon
the roads of life
one is bound to step
on a pebble of strife .
.
There is one stone
that seems impossible
to pass through ;
to go under,
around .
or hew
.
It leaves one frustrated ;
incapable ,
unsound .
One begins to doubt
then fear
there's no rebound .
.
One who has tried the tricks of  trade .
But no one acknowledges
the efforts made .
.
One finds the truth
on the dusty path
that nothing was
meant to last .
.
Love has roots
that grow deep in time .
It's vines grow tighter
as they entwine .
.
Then the gardener
rips out the green .
Unravels each embrace
that were so esteemed .
.
Throws the remains
upon the fires with
the rest of life's thistles ,
thorns ,
and brairs .
.
So the flames have
Heaven went .
The ashes cooled .
The fuel all spent .
.
And the cold winter
winds begin to blow .
.
So that love
can be ;
forgiven,
forgotten ,
covered in snow .

I woke today
the bones did ache
No aspin
for my shakes
So I cut a hole
to let the sunshine in

The flowers fake
Someone unknown
made the window
shatter . . . break
Still the moon just laughs
on and on

Take my words
do your best
The cockroaches
own this place
I'm the boric acid
here now have a taste

The wheels roll round
they hum a sound
Please hold
these memories
As I dig deeper
this black soil gound

Slap my face
break my arms
Petty now are
your charms
Still I will not connect
to your weary harm

The great green gate
The red alley way
The moment I doubted you
Will I now reboot today's
Graves
On top the hill

Black soil ground
dig me down
dig me down
dig me down

I woke up this morning
With a pistol in my hand
Hung over and ******
And my pockets full of sand

Oh lord ! What did I do ?
The front door was open
And in walked the man
neatly dressed in Blue

Put the gun on the floor
I'm aiming right at you
Blink one eyelid buddy
And I'm putting a bullet right on through

It just happened to be Sunday
Following a Saturday night
All I could remember
Was I got into a fight

Some girl sure screamed
And the bullets began to fly
I remember running for the door
Before I was to die

I tripped and fell as a bullet
Whizzed right there by my head
Please oh Lord I'm not ready
Won't you take him instead

I must have passed on out
I can't remember anymore
That will be my last visit
To Horse face Mary's bar
On 5th and Delanore

So listen up to me people
As they lock up my cell door
Drinking and guns
Aren't worth the dying for

So he gave you a forest
that was so thick
so you could cut down and rub together and make fire from it's sticks

He showed you how to dig up the ore . Turn it into iron to make the tools so you could do even more

You made an axe , a hammer and nails
Cut down more trees
And from his given knowledge you learned so well

So what did you do with the wood that you hewed ?
And what of the hammer and the nails , what did you do ?

You layed him on a cross of wood and hammered the nails through
Through his flesh for something he didn't do

Word pressed being
burnt in bone
Barking words
seeking home

Irrepressible
strength of force
Heart denying
none of course

The wicked whip of word
Lashes welps upon
The starved psyche
Of the errogenous mind

Indeed the moment rises
In smoke and indigo sheets
Of layered heat pressing down
Into the flesh of desired
Impunity , iniquity , liquidity

Happy is a framed stated stanza
Of thine behind plastic cups
Of wine in sheds
Of gray aged wooden shingle
From long long ago

Was it "Bored-dough" or "Shabby"
Time will consume
But the experience
Leaves you panting
Thirsty for more

The wicked whip of word
lashes whelps
upon the starved psyche
of the errogenous mind

Indeed !
The moment rises
in smoke and flaming
"I-don't-knows" of sheets
of layered heat
pressing down
into the flesh of desired
impunity . . . iniquities . . . liquidity

Happy is the framed statement
of thine , birthed
behind plastic cups of wine
in sheds of grey wooden sides
from long long ago

Was it board through (Bordeaux)
or just shabby (Chablis)

But the experience
while daunting
leaves you panting
for more

.
.
Words are like keys if you choose them right .
They can open any heart or shut any mouth .
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I opened up . . .
dumped out the words
kicked them hard !
       CRACK !
goes a breaking rib
There is no mercy that I give
Stomped them flat
Sretched them out
Made them squeal
before I made them shout
I grabbed them naked by the throat
Squeezed so hard I made them choke
I made pain flash in their eyes
I made them pay for all their lies
Their hot fear sweated out
I was resolved without a doubt
Red blood running cold
All their soul I bought and sold
I made them wish they had never been saged
Before I made a morgue of the page

I look at the words
lying on the paper
And my heart begins to ache
I tried with much effort
But I see that
they're all fake
Somewhere deep inside
the torment does reside
Sometimes one has to accept
that the truth has arrived
Maybe the time has come
The one you ignored but feared
Every writer faces that day
The end to their
writing careers
I take a deep breath
as I look across field
still dreaming of that masterpiece
that to the masses would appeal
It's still all but willing to escape
But what more can I do
to alleviate the pain
when the words stop
flowing through

So lost in affection
Sharp knife of dedication
Piercing the eye
of the blind mirror

Same wild wet on page
Jackrabbits hiding hedge
So you know your name . . .
just have to scream . . .

. . . oh , well , so well

Shock by electric imitation
emotions in simulation
Stab it in the eye
the blind mirror . . .

   . . . sunrise , coming . . .
the dew is forming
the blind bleeding
. . . black mirror . . .

so well , so well

blind mirror . . .
blind mirror . . .
blind mirror on the wall

Silence : likened to an ocean
In the deep abyss of sea
For in the coal of darkness
it whispers eternally

Through lips that never smile
Blue from the cold below
In the kingdom of invisibility
Dwell the thoughts that I do know

Like a novel so well written
With pages soaked in sweat
The print is fast fading
The unbinding stays all bet

Scattered by the currents
Distributed out by  line
The pages scream in silence
as if ripping out a spine

Demise is predicated
So is the likelihood they stand
The last words will be spoken
But not from the lips of man

I am the aggied oak ,
. . . a hold fast of reality .
Now autumn's shield has been lifted
and cold chills my scaly limbs ,
. . . adorned in acorned memory ,
buried beneath the fragile leaves
. . . I will do as you ask of me ,
forget all , so be it as you please .

My thoughts of love
are now hollowed out empty words ,
that fall far from from my presence . . .
like autumn's flying leaves.
The sentences of given grieves ,
can no more bare . . .
the crunch of forgotten feet .
Life naked , stricken ,
stripped down bare . . .
falls the last days of autumnal leaves .
The evening wind sends leaves racing .
So stoic now will I pretend . . .
as the cold chill embraces ,
all my baren limbs .

He worked his whole
life for nothing
Often twenty hours
plus per day
Saturdays and Sundays were included
and every holiday

All he had for his efforts
was the money
given out on every
payday
Often coming home to shower , handing over the check , and he was on his way

The days turned into decades
They flashed by so fast
Now all he has to show for it is a broken down
body that will not much
longer last

Believe me when I say this
Believe me because it's true
Believe me because
my finger is pointing straight at you

He never spent a dime
He never had the time
So others took it
upon themselves
to empty out the mine

One day he woke up all alone
Except for all the pains
The physical ones were excruciating
The mental ones the same

His once proud
sensibilities
Now stood for nothing more
But that may be how God wants it
when found knocking on his door

Believe me when I say this
Believe me because it's true
Don't waste you life on nothing
Or for nothing will you show

The shortest distance between two points in space and time is up a worm's *** .

I would love to love you
(your quick and wicked mind)
Oh , but turns the page of time
I lay you down in rhyme

The wreaths of requiem ,
rest like the flocks of pigeons
in the delapidated buildings
where we house the words of
a frustratedly forgotten God

Our thoughts are marbled
Sculptured by surely ways
that leave their mark upon
the soft white limestone
we once held for granite

So we take "noes" for hostage
"Yes" in all it's uncertainty
and doubts and fears
we leave to professionals

Mass en Mass . . .
the silence shouts for redemption
as Altar boys stare straight ahead
and mouth unholy words
they could not swallow

Nay Nay !
The robes of iniquity
girdles more than the truth
of daybreaks after nights
of shadowed sin , brutal lusts
and innocent blood stained floors

Used to build great towers of nothing .

Write to me lovely poetry
She sent black bound volumes
Critiquing the umbrella of my ways

I will not encase you
Instead she hastes the reckoning
The arrival of the dead of days

Talk of unification
She remains pure of thought
In form , body , an image of purest rays

Comfort now my body
So she raises her hands
and begins to pray

I steal my love away from you
Early in the day
I seal my fate with you
But my heart won't let it stay

Then when evening turns to dusk
From the fragments of our day
Passion rising , consuming
Assuming what I'll say

As when truth ascending
The pen pending
But alleging my feelings
Are all for you

Wayward tongue flickering
Piercing is the bite
My poissoned thoughts burning
Screaming from inside of you

Racing , scathing , penned
Between the lines I do
Then releasing , bursting
All my poem comes through

I don't know if you do
have trouble writing poetry at HP like I do
It's hard enough to stay on page
It jumps like jack rabbits caught in a hailstorm on the Texas sage
Then it will suddenly disappear only to turn stone cold sober as it has done year after year
The "Who's On" floods my screen .
Even ignores my command to go it seems
It's supposed to scroll not stroll across the page
Just wondering if others share my rage

You catch the eyes of innocense
as you clip the time
in insolence with a smile

Nothing makes you happier
than to see the distress
when you so beguile

Soft and swift you tantalize
the precious lips of love

You nibbled on the ears
while whispering "Only if you please"

You daze and confuse like
the early spring's
cold winter fog

You lie in wait
for your chances
like a five string guitar

Oh ! No one is safe
as you strike another chord

No ! Not even the words
that go aching for the page

Not even the message texted
across the lost one in the maze


The camel made it through
the needle of the eye
He said "Nothing to it"
just before he died


There is a lesson to be learned
in the hollow of our minds

That there will be a tomorow
I can guarantee that in time

But only if you don't
step on the trip wire attached
to the watermelon's vine

So be careful
in everything you do
Or you might wind up wearing
camel hair coats and shoes

Everyone is looking for their permanence
Looking to empower their staying power
They are just Ghosts
writing their life's story on the wind
The essence is a breath of moisture in the winter's den
They shoot for the moon only to be buried beneath its light
They lay down their cares and breathe their last
Then pull the clouds over and go to sleep for all has passed