"Cinderella", she said without a frown as she removed her Celine-Block shoes and dropped them into the garbage can .
"They hurt my feet . Anyway barefoot feels so free ."

Why not agree ?

"That was some dance ." I lamented . Then released a nebulous sigh of despair .

She grabbed my wrist ," Don't worry I was so glad to get out of there ."

"Can I call you a coach?"as I fingered the keys in my pocket for assurance .

"You can call me anything  , anytime !"

The long draw of contemplation
The slow sweep of realization
The full bodied exhaultation
of life as it is

Oh sweep me away beyond
the fettered ways attached to the feathers of escape

Let free the chords of dissapation that baffle the binds of imagination

Come the vibrations that penetrate the soul of the eternal ear creating cravings that are simply insatiable

Cello !

Stone forest of forgotten names

Sargent Wilford Niles
        March 9 , 1888 - June 18 , 1918
          Buried somewhere in France

I gaze into the sullen dreams
I wonder about his shallow age
So far from family and all his friends
Did with God he make amends

What a journey did he make
When he left home he made a stake
Left to go fight in a foreign land
So far from these United States

Only thirty years so long
Thirty Happy Birthdays for a song
He hopped the train and then was gone
And left us wondering , right or wrong

Give them mercy on the river
Let their days be short of dread
Suffer the little children
Put a bullet through their heads

The blood runs down to water
The river flows on south
Taking their Holy Spirit
The breath from out of their mouth

The years turned into decades
The grass grows green and lush
Very few of the living
can recall
or remember much

So I sit upon the edge of nothing
where the beast made men once stood
I feel the chill run through me
Cover my head with hood

She said she'd pinprick your watershed
Leave alone , it must be bled
A cold and somewhat silent shiver went through you

She tossed your hair with fingers flared
Before she rapes your lips she says she cares
And cautions ,"I am no where near through with you ."

She rips your shirt , rakes your skin
Over and over again
Till blood trickles down upon you

She licks you dry
And praises the sky
saying, "God is jealous of you guy ."

Then she sits upon your lap
Knocking off your tip top hat
And throws a ****** to you

The first and third lines rhyme
She takes away your time
Makes you scream in agony and ecstacy

All of mercy . , .
More on mercy . , .
Tasting pain  . . .coated in pleasure

The memory lingers
Burning like a scorpions stinger
And now your mallingered aren't you

The second and fourth are lines of choice
Developed rhythm for the course
And you grade your decisions running through you

She left you dead , hurt your head
And then she fled
Tossing your heart into the river

Your grateful that you live
but still you go on and grieve
Or at least wished you did

As you are trying to relate
All you do is quake
And start to uttering

"All on mercy . . .
More on mercy . . .
Have mercy  . . .on me ."

How I love your chicken thighs
So tender and juicy so my oh my
Your chicken wings by far the best
Licking good up to the breast
Your chicken fingers taste so good
I nibble on each one really good
Your necks are smacking food
Chicken lips so salty , wet , and ****
Your backs are something to squawk about
Your drum sticks make me want to shout
I'll pluck feathers with you any day
And you can satisfy again my stay

Choking . . .
on the fumes of life
I give in
when too much strife
I though I had
made sure the plans
But they slipped through the fingers
Like sand in the hands

When devoured
our thoughts perverse
The truth be told
it goes from bad to worse
Porcelain smiles from a
crystalline face
The age has yellowed
The trust misplaced

You sit on the park bench
In the middle of night
No one bothers you
they can see
you are lost
in the midst of your plight

The thought of dawn
rising
far to the east
myths are on without
the peace
All my time is second hand ware
Ticking goes tocking
burdened by wear

The thrill of flying
doing somersaults in the air
Hanging by one hand
on the trapeze
Their faces full of scare

Met a fraulein on the seven days of waiting
Been dreaming of those days and all the seven nights waking

I crossed the James River
Would you have crossed I wanted to know
It was full of beer bottles
At night had an erie glow

You keep a pistol locked and loaded
By the nightstand in your room
Hoping to shoot holes in the new full moon

Everyone loves you empty of feelings
So you are feeling the pain
There is no sweets in being around the world while left standing in the rain

Take the assualts posted on the magazine's page
Flip through the pages , turning up the volume of rage

Remember when the world was yours
Stuck in Vegas in a Vega
Yelling , "The world is mine !"
Sacrė bleu (●~●)_/
                    /  ♤
                        /\

You're not civilized until you learn life is too precious to throw it away

Not until you recognize for every good deed done it undoes another .

Being civilized means serving others before you serve yourself

Electro swing , dub step dreams
Clarinet , solo , licorice wails , reedy schemes
In black rooms , no clocks nor windowsills
No reasons to turn back
Trumpets throw down muted will
Trombone collars , paper parachutes , striped shirttail girls taking dollars
Give and take , elabrolate
Bass bop , strings hop dancing on keys
C'mon . . . please !

I love the sterile validity
The wavering insecurity
The disparity
of all its complexity

I love the strings
that make fingers bleed
Conductors
who slobber down to their knees
Epic chords that slander like a gentle breeze

What's not to love like the ghost of Mac and Beth
The accumulated end funds
that go not to the bereft
The music like vampires that have no death

Thank God for my joy
that classical dispelleth
My light it distinguisheth
The catch breath as clear as crystal ****

I'm closing in on that last decade
The few years left before I'm found dead
Soon I will be tallying up the score
Then knock knock knocking on Heaven's door
I've had my share of regrets to date
Things done wrong but correction's too late
Sure I've had my moments of fame
Too few it seems and they seem so lame
As I look back the dust has settled
My faith in God tested and it's true to mettle
And no use to think it could've been different
The stones have been laid and the path unrelentent
But the book of life has so many chapters
Eternity hunted down by ghostly trackers
All ends are the beginning of new
Time arrives when the wages come due

Yellow , glowing
Softness , soothing
There . . . never a sound

Somewhere between
A cloud and ground
Between lips and thought

Somewhere , where there is a nowhere
Somehow when we don't know-how
Somewhat of an after thought

As silently as a whisper
From an owl
In the darkest reaches

Of loneliness hidden in the
Corners of sorrow
Hide tiny tears

Painful tears
Too small to see streaks
Upon those cheeks

The cloud is all fluff
Vapor and dust
Come cloud my memories away

The clouds
are covering
up for the
sunshine

Coffee , cake and tea
Where are all the Jonquills
March has come late
Without a yellow promise
Without a breath of warm air

The sea is shallow
Without shells
Just goes on and on
Not even up to my knees

And she talks of heresy
Conjectures , probabilities
On and on and
On and on

Fools make mistakes
Wise men err
To one man  the sun sets
Another rises to the occasion

Coffee . . . half a bottle of ***** and eternity
Blind faith . . . And do what you like
A sea of joy . . . well all right
Had to cry today . . . In the presence of the Lord
Now I cain't find my way home

In the dark room without curtains on the windows
The bold have withered
like a fish out of water

I hid the moonbeams
cut their threads
without distinction
I hid your collection
of sharp things that made you subjective

(as the stars are so cold
representing a life that
was lost . The lost were the bold that paid at such a cost)

You made a promise
just so you could break it
You told a lie with red ribbons around pink carnations

So on the morning of deliverance you made an exception
Like the train down at the station you look good
in cold

She's turned granite
on me
Got me soapstone
sliding
down to my destiny

The once sparkling
diamonds in her eyes
have turned ruby

The crystals are clear

The are no agates
left to gleam from
the sediments of me

I make my bed on cold hard ground
I raise up long before first rays of dawn
It's a life I choose
I am not bound
I feel it's my way
of being sound

When I keep
my mouth zippered down
I find that my words
not going round
Causing pain on both
ends of stick
And my wounds I
don't have to lick

When upon the woods
I rail
All alone like ship on sail
I find life full of mystery
As truths are revealed to me
Give me time that's unadorned
Oak and acorn  
pine cone woods so thick
Until God blows
out my wick

Have I done Good here on Earth
Or has my life come to worse

Will God reward saying ,"Once again by birth you stood for truth ."


Within the hopes on High that can't unwind
Then the ways of Heart will pass to mind

Will the eyes lie and lead the blind as we stand with transgressions on rewind

Within our time we found our ways
For Time is more than the calendar of our days

When life within reaches the sky
When the light inside is passed on by and by

I believe God is not so far away
If we call with heart he comes to stay

I like my coffee black
I like my liquor clear
I like my women green
And my truck so blue
I like my lakes that way too
I like little white lies
Brown boots with chartreuse ties
I like redheads
And yellow cake
with cream frosting
And my oranges orange
and tangerine dreams
I like purple mouthtains
Full of silver majesty
As a golden sun goes down .
And girls in pink
That wink

Blue :
     surrounded by black
     for the emptiness
     a night sky

Red :
     for nothing I have
     that I could have had
     today

Green :
     was followed by a rain
     the pain - while subtle
     was the cause for insane

Purple :
     a royalty proven
     the queen called
     a falsity - the King folded

Clear :
     the sky after a rain
     the heart after the last tear
     the crystal everywhere

Come black night
I envy thy heart
It dwells upon indecisions
It lashes out in dark

Thy cold comfort
Is the age within my bones
Your sly wink foretells
That I won't be here for long

Everything's so futile
Like the flowers on a grave
I see Eleanor Rigby
No one would be saved

"All those lonely people"
Words to a forgotten song
Two rights joined together
Don't constitute a wrong

.

Come down off your poem
long days have all gone
Somebody you can hear is calling

Running deep the river bends
moving on with amens
Some things just keep on gnawing

The winter will be ice
I'll get relief at last
When I lay under blankets of snow

All those days once before
Memories rich and poor
There just to let you know

I can see the greens of spring
Summer's blissfull loving thing
Still I hear the mournful call of winter

Come down off your poem
Leave your words as you were born
The river has frozen over

Come down off your throne
Don't you mar my bones
Some body must bleed

Your crown cut's deep
You never sleep
Your the reason I need repair

Some body must change , twisting
the key of pain you unlock the door
Tell me you are free ?

I am wasting time
Tomorrow , always one step away
Yesterday causes a bitter aftertaste

Come down off your throne
Don't Mar these bones
Some body must be bled

come follow me
just to follow me
follow faster into
a following
do like I do
all the doings
that I do
love like I can
while love can
love like
I can
and kiss like
I kiss with kisses
kissed upon lips
of others kissed
and cry out tears
Inside and outside
as tears flow from
inside to outside
and die , follow me
like I do , like I can
leave a kiss , on the inside
a tear to the outside

I said I love you in the rain
I said I love on the train
I said I love you over and over
          again and again
Till I turned blue from pain

Tears falling from one that said it could never happen to them

Congratulations
You proved you could too
Congratulations
Pull the trigger like you said you would do

Congratulations
The bullet entered your brain
There it started to spin
around and around

Congratulations
Then out of your mouth
down it went
and hit the hard ground

Congratulations
There was no one around
They could find no one
Who heard any sound

Congratulations
I remember the times that you said
You needed another man
Like a hole in the head

Congratulations
Well how is it now
Do you think your better off
Now that you're dead

Congratulations
Some say you were just crazy
Certainly now that your gone
You can't argue or dispell

Congratulations
I'm angry and sad
But I guess if the nail fits
Then pound it to hell

Congratulations
I bid thee farewell
Congratulations
You were my really so swell .

They who do little
dream much !

Where nothing is done much is talked about .

I planted a poem in a corn field
It sprouted and grew straight and tall
But its stalk was naked and bare of any pages
All the ears of corn could hear the wicked whispers about the corn **** amidst the corn rows of golden silky hair .

Woman on all fours

She said I don't want to
But I'm leaving you
I can't mend the crack
In your moon

Somebody is lying
Somebody is dying
My cracked moon
Is tumbling

Driving , slowly going
Nowhere back to all
Those failing ways
Before rejection day

The guitar wails away
Thinking of the times
When before my moon was cracked
On graduation day

Go walking down there
On a beach dark in moonlight
I lost another one
Crack goes the moon

(You said I was full of sin)
I said I was full of crime

(So somehow you have changed over time)
I replied I am still of my kind

Like lightning in sky
Thunder up high
I am determined
someday to die

(Why?)

I will not hold on to sunsets anymore
There came a time to open and one now to shut the door

I no longer ask for any more
I have more than the nothing I need

I wish you agreed

Let it go

Take your time

Learn to let it go

Take your time

Seeking the flaming reds
Weeping on frames of bed

Let it go

Drown me in sympathy
Excite me in electricity

Smoking skin in desires
They say I'm hardwired

Drop to your knees
Learn to let it go

Let it go

Keep it off my way
Backed up the bay

Deracinate the life
Fall down the fife

learn to let go

Dirt

Block

Wood

Basic definition

Plus space always between

As a boy always inviting

The dogs liked it

Spiders liked it

I liked it

I could see feet come and go

Hear the car doors slam

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

That day ,

The fight inside spilled out

Angry steps  

Yells and screams

Shouts

The sound of fists hitting flesh

Breaking bones

You crumpled to the ground

Vacant eyes staring at me

But you couldn't see

Blood began running

Hands picking you up

I could hear you

Bouncing on the back seat

The door slammed

Another opened

"Slam"

The car roared angrily

Gravel flung everywhere

Dust settled

All's quite

Did I tell you

It's cool under there ?

The little girl is crazy or at least she tells us she is

She like's to upset people . She does all the wrong things in the right way

I say you will never be saved . She smiles because she knows that is what she made me say

You will destroy yourself
And she smiles even more at all the attention

She does all the things crazy . She studied hard and learned how to get her way

She is notching another victory over the fear she so loves to create

But sooner or later she must put up or shut up . Then her wheel of fortune must stop

And now she will act out her rage
or face the humiliation instead

So she will cross the line of demarcation . Between the living and the dead

And we will be relieved
So let's not pretend we cared

She will join her ancestors
In her already forgotten  grave

Yes she is truly crazy but that no longer bothers me

After she is gone another one will take her place

"HELLO DARKNESS , MY OLD FRIEND"

As the radio spewed out the words
To the "Sounds of Silence" an old
Simon and Garfunkel song

"I'VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN"

And Mary would turn the volume down
Quickly and explain

We were maybe upper teens but Mary
Had an understanding
Beyond the prophets vision
She would explain the hidden meanings
Of the songs to me

"BECAUSE A VISION SOFTLY CREEPING
LEFT IT'S SEEDS WHILE I WAS SLEEPING"

At the time the Viet Nam war was raging
And our friends were dying for nothing

Jake my best high school friend
Had died at nineteen
Mary's brother was listed as missing in action
And never came to a conclusion

After that Mary sort of lost it
And acquired her nickname
But we both learned to cope with it
And music was the cure we both sought
For healing

"AND THE VISION THAT WAS PLANTED
IN MY BRAIN STILL REMAINS"

Mary grew up , older and married
Some pseudo fake frat guy
Who remained 18 for the rest of his life

Mary turned into a pill dropping alcoholic
And one night went to bed and never
Woke up again
And I can hear her saying ,

"DEEP WITHIN THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE"

She had a chest of drawers
Longings from ankle up
Paper chips of lips
A made up mind of shells and nuts

She was unceremoniously
civil
Quick to  wink
Hand chilling icebergs
An immitation belt made of mink

She sang blues in pink
While spitting out punk
Indifferent to age
Pure as road **** skunk

"It's my life , I'll do what I wanna!"
As they put her in Paddy
Drove her insanely station
"Come now my Laddie!"

Women are creators
              men are action
Women create action just by combing their hair
              men are instigators
Women turn the rough and jagged into silk
              Menbulls can be led by fingertip

Women can turn parcels of land into houses
with a smile , all they need is wile

Everything they touch ( that's  more than enough )
If you don't believe me
Just ask . . . their words
are creative enough

It was a restless night denuded of sleep
So since it was warm and windless
I hit the streets

Walking under ancient oaks draped in Spanish moss
My path inevitably led to where
Everything was at a complete loss

Crescent Moon Memorial Cemetery
For the dead
Where all lie below earthly care
Was where my feet had somehow led

Row upon row of forgotten names
In all of their endeavors
Have been eased of their earthly pains

And now as I trudged by at a quarter to three
A low chorus and chords of music
Through the mists came floating to me

It startled and intrigued
What now is this ?
So I had to go see for myself
And I silently crept to where came the origins of bliss

In a circle of bench seats and monument stones
The strangest thing I saw , that of the unborn
Ghosts and skeletons playing with bones and singing in moans

A see through piano , trombone , bass , saxophone and a silver cornet
And one wailing guitar completed the set

On the translucent petal bass drum
Was the name of the ethereal band
And to a catchy tune I began to hum

Crescent Moon Memorial Buried Blues Band
The epitaph on the vaporous drum stated
And I soon found myself a loyal fan

What seem like a lifetime they continued to play
Quaint rthyms and lyrics now made my day . . . and night !
As the sounds drifted across the river out onto the bay

But far off I heard the mornings ****'s call
Then phiff . . . vanished all into the fog
Not a trace as if covered by an invisible pall

And then a ray caught the gleam in my eye
And I knew that when the time comes
Here's where I want to be placed after I die

So now you claimed
your victory
In the name of
Our Father up above

Meanwhile you were removing the cross
from your shoulders
and raising it high wearing ****** gloves

You became an empire
demanding praise as if you were a God
All the while trampling down the insignificant and burying under sod

You pass a silver plate expecting food for your selfish thoughts
Without your permission Heaven can't be bought

You pray to lifeless idols made by mortal man
Meanwhile gathering flocks of gold and herds of mansions while flying your jets across the land .

Your fields of salvation
are stuble that fires of justice will race through

Not even releasing enough heat to warm your heart or bones
from the coming cold evening's dew

You were my cross eyed Mary
I was over on the end
We used to meet clandestinely
Anywhere we can

You fingers froze antifreeze
Always a cold shock to me
My hot hand poured
Out in ecstacy
You Said ,"Set my liberty free"

Your smoke swirled around your aura
You blew into the breeze
I blew a shotgun into you
You coughed and then you sneezed

You were my cross eyed Mary
"But Mary's not my name"
As you slid in frozen fingers
I heard you drop your ring

references :
"Cross Eyed Mary" is a song by Jethro Tull from their legendary Aqualung record/cd

Ecstacy is a drug

Shotgun is to reverse a joint and inhale and then exhale blowing the smoke into someone's else's lungs

sneeze is anything snorted up one's nose

ring is a form of birth control where a plastic ring is inserted over the cervex

Always enjoyed crossing bridges
Looking down to see what
divided the land so

I hoped to see rivers
their flow
I like the waters to be on the go

Sometimes there were
railroad tracks
Sometimes trains with horns blowing back

Then there were trees
sometimes
swishing in the breeze

I loved the bridges
connecting
the Florida Keys

And Ponchatrain
going on endlessly
or so it seemed to me

Never been to Brooklyn
no I didn't buy a bridge
I have a picture of it taped upon my fridge

I crossed the Mississippi on bridges that were high and sometime low
One bridge fell into the river and it's not there anymore

Too bad HP has no picture avatars
I have pictures of the pillars
Still reminding me and Willard

I have found an inner peace
free from the toils that never cease

far away the pains have past
free for once to everlast

listen to the wind blow free
I listen with my heart you see

I could no longer bear
the shedding of my soul to tear

the ceaseless pulmelling
the overbearance I could not fling

but now my returns are due
through a dark valley I made it through

for on the other side there resides
a lasting peace by the riverside

cross over the waters of life
come with me , put down your strife

let the river sweep away our past
let this river crossing be our last

All those brightly painted ghost
that won't disappear
Plastered with bumper stickers marking down the individual year
With slow sighs of tyrannosaurus Rex's heavy heaving heartbeats
******* on airs of extinction
"Remember me ! ",
pleads Rex
I look at the bones
that remain
"Sure I will , Rex .
Why not ?"

My fortunes
deep and mighty
Black root rot
Leaf and blighty

Rocks feel not the pain
nor share the blame
when they've been instructed
to maim

So I got myself undressed
wiped away the blood
Bruised enough to suffice
Whose name now is  labeled Mud

Will you beat me in the morning
Will you beat me in the end
Will you beat me enough
until I call you friend

As reckless bound beauty
belies the exhaultation
of standing on the edge
of eternity
God ! There is freedom
in the temptation of the fates
One must kiss the lips of death
to live

Sharron had a "Cuda" and it
was hemi fast
We used to go out nights a "crusin" just to waste the gas

Jane was sweet before the song and always had a smile
I had for her a crush and hopes but we never walked that mile

Harold was crazy before his time and rode a Honda bike
He disappeared with the years and has fallen from my sight

Martha was a Lyon as Lion as Lyons could go
Did she become that teacher? I guess I'll never know

Our group of five lived and dived in the strips pits of the hottest summer nights
We did the things that fueled the gasps and caused outrageous frights

For that moment we had no fear and everyday was geared
To living life unto the fullest
with nothing left secured

But time has tumbled down the mountain and nothing is as was
As we aged we learned regrets and "I said now just because"

Now the "Cuda" is gone and only the memories of friends remain
The rest is as they say "History" for the beast has now been tamed