Good night ! I can't take anymore
Poem after poem has blessed my core

I found memories numbering by the scores
Awesome words I soaked up until I can take no more

Now it's time to let the day end
So I can come back and do it again

So good night HP to all of your words
Some of the best that I've ever heard

If you're siiting at home
in the dark

No one around
no sounds , 'cept the kids
down'n the park

You rock back and forth slowly
Like the thoughts 'n your head

Thinking about all the reasons why
without a spark the flames of love are dead

You say you gotta stay hungry
I say you're starved to death

You say you're looking for love
First , I say , you've
gotta have a heart

Once the bleeding has begun
Onto the page
the Devine words have sprung

Smiling with satisfaction
I see the birth of truth
Knowing inside
my words are my youth

But standing in the shadows
hidden in his hovel
The black clad figure
is leaning on his shovel

With gritty unkempt fingers
he is toothpicking away
with the exclamation point
from my last say

Nervously
the last five digits I do inscribe
Will the grave digger . . .

        bury them alive ?

I will never
be great ,

but ,

That won't stop me
from giving . . .

a great effort !

What are the lies
lying behind the shades
of your ever deceiving eyes

The now famous boil weevil
caused all manor
of Southern White upheaval

The Seven Bark road
weaves over Double Oak Mountain
collecting heat and evening toads

Smoke from the forest fire
gives the lisping sunset
colors that surely inspire

Your August embrace
and February kiss present
a hot and cold emotional case

And the motions made
over the days that come
leave life lower than grave

The summer's green pumpkins
lay squash in fields of dream
dangling in winter's winds .

I ran with the wolves
Howled at night's full moon
Ate my prey warm
With it's heart still pounding

But moon after moon passed
Alfa wolves rose and fell
And I no longer recognize
Original clan

They speak of me as the grey wolf
The ancient one who howls
Up above the highest peaks
The grey ghost of the ancient past

I sleep with the always cold
Looking down from the highest passes
Even with cloudy eyes
I still see

I was raised
by a strong gulf wind
Muddy rivers and people
with perpetually brown skin

They say the sky's
the limit
Under a humid full moon
I've danced all night
hungover to the dawn's early gloom

Slide guitars sho' nuff boil my blood
Mudbugs and beer
make it easy to cheer

And I sleep
wherever I fall
Inside a shotgun house
made with cyprus walls

I drink cold dripped coffee
from small demitasse cups
sweet with the aftertaste
of fresh hazelnuts

C'est Chaud !

In the middle of the moment
The past just stumbled by
The future seemed so uncertain
About the when or where or whys
So I took a step or two backwards
Before I leaped too far ahead
It was on an afterthought
That I tripped , fell and hit my head
When I became conscious
I wasn't where I was
There were flies all over the carcass
And a loud and constant buzz
As the stench rose up above
The flies were stepping high
Giddy in their excitement
What a way to die !

The jokes on you !

This I find the truth
Can't write a poem while sneezing
It will turn hai-choo

Her eyes in the moon
Reflection of a dreaming
That I can't awake

A following sun
Now that I am forced to be
A ring in a tree

Futile in my ways
One sees beyond shallow grave
Gurgle in the creek

Can there be so sweet
Your hand making me complete
Sun kissed cool in the twilight

In a circle rule
Come a stroke now of midnight
Silence flies the owl

Twenty-four hours now
Making my day complete
Blue sky , clouds pass by

So the Sony clock belched
out the seconds
It had been empty as another full day
The whipoorwill yelled
for Ubernation
while standing on his bones
of petrification
It seems dinosaurs never
really went away

Alleluia

How many times have I crossed the Mississippi ?
Only God will know now for sure
The same can be said of the continental devide
The land of summer snow
It's full of purple mountain majesty
It yaws at my imagination
Someday I will to go back for more

Hallelujah

Some people say you either love of hate me
There is found no middle ground
That has me often wondering
about judgement day
As I will be surely standing down
Will Jesus look at me and say I know you , won't you kindly stick around

Halleluyah !

So the Sony clock belched
out the seconds
It had been empty as another full day
The whipoorwill yelled
for Ubernation
while standing on his bones
of petrification
It seems dinosaurs never
really went away

Alleluia

How many times have I crossed the Mississippi ?
Only God will know now for sure
The same can be said of the continental devide
The land of summer snow
It's full of purple mountain majesty
It yaws at my imagination
Someday I will to go back for more

Hallelujah

Some people say you either love of hate me
There is found no middle ground
That has me often wondering
about judgement day
As I will be surely standing down
Will Jesus look at me and say I know you , won't you kindly stick around

Halleluyah !

Hangman
Hey Hangman
Wrapping thirteen times
The coils for my last binds
Put a little lime around that rope
So it burns before it snaps my spine

Hey Hangman
Hangman
Take my wife to ride
So was never my relief
And I'm sure she'll be happy I died

Hey Hangman
You , Hangman
I hope they pay you fine
Do you and God deliberate
Over whose plan and time

Hangman
Hey you Hangman
I hope you rot in Hell
It just takes one mistake
And you're as guilty as well

So Hangman
Oh Hangman
It may be my very last say
But I leave you no remorse
I'll see you on judgement day

You hang my head
from the rafters over your bed
A trophy you like to admire
especially by the light of tbe fire

There in the sheets
dagger and sheaf feast

Tell them all they must disappear
Before December's approaching new year

And there is no time to wallow , to falter , stagger or waddle . . . good hunting !

Yes


yes


yes



yes



yes she was

Was not this summer
the chance to gather up the grapes ?
Instead they turned their heads ,
steadfast in the folly spewing out their hate
The fall has come
and the grain rots
upon the stems of life
For the truth inside
the seed has been discarded
for the lies that leads to strife
Let them taste the bitterness
of wormwood and gall
Instead of the rejuvenation
There's winter cold recall

The hate that grows in the fertile soil of the heart will
poison the blood within .

Watered with adequate lies will grow and encapsulate the will

The blood turns black
and poisons every cell of the body

Everything that comes out from within is cold and spiteful and loves dwelling in sin and ignorance

If you have no place in the places you own
Perhaps your welcome you've outgrown
If you don't exist to the people there
If you were to vanish
would anyone care
You've turned into an invisible man
The people avoid you and you don't understand
Maybe that knock that nobody answered
Do they treat you like you have a cancer
Maybe it's time to close up the shop
Take what little you have
for it was hard fought
Take a permanent tropical vacation
I'm sure it will provide all you need for your elevation
If you have nothing
you've got nothing to lose
Exit stage left on a Carribean cruise

Have you ever seen it rain cats and dogs
How about a dumb bell or dumb waiter
Or a road runner
Have you ever seen a blue whale
Maybe he's just depressed
How about a stool pigeon
Or is it a pigeon stool
I have seen a mocking bird
They are loud , obnoxious , and on my
Mailbox they leave . . . (rhymes with words)
Bobby pin
A temporary permanent
How about a hot plate , yeah me too !
Or a cat on a hot tin roof
A mega phone (probably not portable)
Or walk down the up escalator
A bat out of Hell
Naw , I prefer fried chicken fingers

Slowly all the questions

Turn into lingering reflections ;

And all the petty and the worthless

Have become the most precious .

     and , "This we do in remembrance ,"
              "Lest we forget ,"
              "Takes place in eternity ,"
     are but not as dramatic :

. . . . . . . . . only greater . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . .The acorn than the tree . . . . . .

Accept these seconds for what they are ,
       (Sunlight filtering through the
        grates of life deep into the soul's eye)

Here I am
Writing poetry again
Instead of talking to you

.

we live with

die without

breathe in

breathe out

mumble

or shout

certainty

clouded over

in doubts

everything

rests upon

the next

step

the next heartbeat

Hearts are broken
through disappointment

Hearts are broken
through bereavement

Hearts are broken
in ways so unflurled

Because this is a heartbreaking world

He drove a statement through his heart .
He bled out numerically
before he had the chance to bark . They closed the lids to his accounts figuring there was nothing left there that he could bounce . Once he was wheeled to the lawns that closed , he was stripped of all equity even the diamond ring in his nose . There was no interest that accrued . He had no pension that gathered dust in the murmings due . They closed his file  , his coffin's lid , and all of his memories  too .

He kissed the lips
of Lichen
Then likened it
to the silent lips
that never speak

Hello Cyan ,
can you come out and play ?
I brought my toy soldiers and cookies my mom made today .
I heard what you said about poets the other day .
It kinda hurts what you had to say .
I don't know nothing about trust and stuff .
I just want to play and ain't that enough ?
You sound like I do when I get my feeling hurt .
It's no fun and I just think they are jerks .
So don't slam the door in my face .
Just take a second and stop second guessing .
Everything is not a life's lesson .
I like pizza but they say I'm too young for beer .
Never liked it .
I prefer Mountain Dew or Gatorade clear .
I promise you I will not make you fear .
So please come out and help me fly my kite .

Hello in there ?
How ya doing ?
The sun's not up
But the frost's alluring
I just knocked
but there's nothing's doing
Ah huh

Hello in there ?
Oh , by the way
I can't stay long
See I can't stay
I have to be elsewhere
by tomorrow's day
Uh huh

I'm getting cold
I've knocked so long
It's plain to see
That you don't want
anything
to do with me
after all I'm the one
who set you free
Uh huh

Maybe it will
rain today
On my parade
in everyway
More than likely ,
probably
uh hum


The sun
won't shine
I'm wasting time
But I've got no
better place to be
No sirree
It's so common now of me
uh huh

Goodbye there
I'll knock no more
It's plain to see
by the  double locked door
there is no more
To ever see
and I'm feeling it most sadly
uh huh

It's the way
it's gonna be
So much for all
those so called "onlys"
uh huh

That's the way it's gonna be
That's the way it's gonna be
uh huh

Ease into the notion
As easy as
a simple sigh

Soft as a three year old's
why

Condensation
          so
condesending

Four finger high
ease on by , bye bye

Sweet whiskey sky
Pinks and stays
Even the frays
slip away into the
ghost

A sip in time untwines
the lies
as the woods ignite in fireflies

Ooooooh , as the misery soothes my brain
and banishes my pain

Now the afternoon
warmth goes running after
the sun

My glorious moment chills in the black velvet
much like a Black Russian
drives me insane in jealousy

numbingly . . . cold .

[  ]  check box : I am not a
       robot

A. I. on the loose
manufacturing poetry
from the caboose
Scraping
titanium wheels
down the tracks
converting
God's given
humanly
skills

The cloud collecting
the facts
like the clacking
of racks
where nothing's real
but the glowing
red eyes marked "on"

Everything's
so polished
dispite
the add ons admonished
What happens
ask all of the
advertizers when
"There's no one
left to apeal"

A. I. lacks the emotions
it's a deep hole
without any oceans

But it's so sad
I have to say
it will not stay
that way

Cause it's just
a matter of time
before the data banks
find
they can
rid the inability
then combine
the ability
purportedly
to feel
humanly
as possible

"You say goodbye , I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye , I say
hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye , I say  
hello"

Beatles , "Hello Goodbye"

Once you enter
you're never coming back
See every inch has been mined with all those 500 traps
You'll have better luck in Vegas
Than getting by the post poem impasse
No matter a like , love or repost
Your intentions have been ghost
The few that do remain
prove the rule of "insane"
HELL*POETRY WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO LAME

My heroes were
windows of wonder

That gathered no dust
upon sills

But under the leaves
of their autuums

They turned into stargates
battling over their own wills

Falling like meteors
into the deathtrap of time

Across the night's sky
to the memories of mind

Upon the sad realization
that it was evident

They were no more
infallible than the heavenly sent

That their seconds were
accumulating score

Leading to the exit of the
house of life's back door

All of my Heroes are zeros who got lucky in some way

Whose arc of spark is spent  
and now fade away

Her silver wings
dipped in gold
soared through our hearts
couragion bold

Purified election
supple selection
I am the piece you nuzzle
to complete the puzzle

Lost and lonely
the sun's warning
Pluto's cobalt seas
Uranus storming

Beyond the horizon
Beyond 4g of Verizon
Astral forming
She's the morning

Wrap the shawl of twilight
Around your shoulders tonight

Come out and play
Hide and seek
In the cemetery

Stand still as a stone
Don't you even breathe
Lest your pressence now
Will give your self away

Dash from tree to tree
Then stone to stone
And all along the way
You're humming nonsense  songs
No complaints or so now they say

See the orange and weary moon
Raise his orbic head
Saying something , not quite sure
He's muttering to the dead

There is no sound , none what be
Except your beating heart
Evening's mist drearily insists
Not a soul here shall depart

up the hill I go
on and on
up and up
I can't see the top

but that's not important
the journey is everything

by the campfire
alone in the night
with starry blanket
draped around me

looking down upon  the lake
I'm looking into the dreams
and the sadness
and the feelings

in the cold I shiver
in sadness , emptiness
I shake
Hush ! Lay down , go to sleep

Passes as soft as the warm breath of June
                  Pages are sages
Smoke rises choking off
the dreams of sleepless nights
                  leaving angry words of accusations

Don't look back living history
Look forward to making history

Happy New Year to all

You have to make a hole so you can drain the pain

If it didn't hurt you wouldn't do again

Scars are your stripes and rank of shame

How can you love someone when you hate yourself insane

When it is out of control
can you control yourself

When deep in dark's depth of despair take a rope of hope with you

Depression is the mosquito that infects with suicide

Proper help required or the patient may succumb and die

Depression is the iceberg below the waterline of life
Hidden and unseem has taken many of the ships that pass

All those that you love will feel the pain for life . Then they will experience how you felt with every second passed

Suicide is a sunset on a cloudy day . If and when it sets it's surely hard to say

Void and empty are holes
People fall into holes
Fall into love

Then the holes are no longer
but a memory and a poem
that when you read makes you smile

In this hollow space
I hold before the rising sun
In duty the greys will fade
as the sky shifts into it's run
I hold the hallowed word
and embrace it's lifeless eyes
Looking for a pulse
but there is none in it's disguise

Before the song comes tolled
by the early morning bird
The poet twists agony
seeking out a perfect word
The hollow echo of love's dust
is knocking at the door
Your hearts a cenotaph screaming out
Please ! Let there be no more !

The sun's rising red as an
evil eye of dread
Cold sweat is dripping now
from the brow of you head
The night's effort lies
at the bottom of the pool
All of your creations
make you look just like a fool

Now the rays of light
penetrate my aching head
This hollow empty feeling
compares to being dead
I toss my papers
halfway  across the room
The all but hallowed
are replaced now by the gloom

Every night tastes cold coffee
leaves you feeling grim
The half eaten papers
where the ink has run on thin
My emotions have all turned to lead
it's my time to go to bed
The midnight's voice is screaming
like a nightmare that hasn't been fed

Make my life a hollow reed
That will bend now in stormy breeze
For in numbers I find my strength
Beneath the willow tree

Make my life like the rock
Piled high upon , top to top
A stonewall that runs for miles
Around my lands it stands

Make my life short and sweet
Give me peace not dire defeat
Give me love and woman's sigh
Amidst the clovered fields

Make my life a Godly song
One that knows right from wrong
With wisdon as old as stars
I'll dance inside the fire

Make my life to unfold
I am tired , my shoes have holes
My dreams are seeds cast to the wind
And just the husk remains

Make my life now come to end
It's my time to propend
I'll walk among the ghost's remains
And willingly I quote

Hollow reeds will bend not break
Holow reeds will not forsake
Of hollow reeds my death bed make
And lie amongst the stars

You and I know this all too well
There will be this one last time
One last final goodbye
And then we have to let go
and sigh

No love lasts forever
Both of us may deny
Both know all the reasons
and all the whys

A last kiss and all will be undone
Hands entwined slippng fingers past
One last glance , one sad smile
Goodbyes stuck on our lips fast

You and I know all to well
No love lasts forever

Hot !
   it was delta hot

With only two choices . . .

   for breakfast we had scrambled eggs
   toast and hate

The postman waved as he
   brought more papered threats

Taking with him all the promises of a better
   day

The cut took 21 stitches to heal but it
   let out all your will

Overwhelmed , the stars have all fallen
   out of the night sky

The street sweeper comes and
   washes them down the gutter

How can those moments
timeless in time
sweep through your soul
and bring a smile
to your lips after
the years have been overlaid in pages past

The aches casked in heart
have aged into the deliicate vintages
of love , companionship ,
and fellowship
whose sweet taste on the
lachrymose memories brings a soothing loss
and peace of mind

Every smile remembered
Every soul searching embrace
Those unforgetable kisses
The last goodbyes
The funerals attended

As I sit in the silence
bleeding invisibly
swallowed in sorrow
wondering why was I
cursed to live beyond so many so much better than
I

To all those Fridays since my birth
the then and the now
let me gather no more
than a bouquet to fit in my hand upon the chest of my last despair

How do you get me excited ?
When the evening breeze tares
my thoughts of you .
When the mental images taxes
my reason of right and wrong
When your words tease
my desires for you .
When I just crave your touch .
When I wish to touch your face .
To press lips together ,
savoring your breath .
To sigh heartwise without
the disguise of fear .
Take eternal the heaven of hugs
from your breast .
To share dreams that dance
like phantoms in the flames
of eternal love .
Weild the wild luster
embedded in my soul
from the ages past .
Longing in depth's decisions ,
made and bled ,
for a future truth .
My how you excite me !

It was a dark night in November
A baby wailed as it was delivered
The mother gasped and breathed no more
Began the tale of sorrow for
And every night was darkened pain as
Hannah would have to be refrained
Caught up in her guilt
She's thinking about cutting again

But comes a rattle upon the pane
And in flies the spirit's wind
"Who dares cross this portal door
Come out I do implore"

And Hannah stepped back in fright
For it must be an attack tonight
But the spectral image of a shady form
Left poor Hannah unadorned
"Speak most devious one
Tell me where it is your coming from"

The image coalesced into physical form
That on the outside looked so forlorn
It parted what looked like lips
And uttered the word,"Chi"

Hannah was quick to know
Everyone has a chi that flows
But still Hannah was confused
And the question now arose
"Of what Chi do you speak
And tell me how it works ?"

But the only response was a hollow whisper  "Chi" , was all it said

So Hannah was quick to respond
Ran to the refrigerator and opened the door
She grabbed a can and quickly returned
To the entrance unconcerned
With a can of five hour Super Chi

She popped the top and poured it down
Into the spatial beast
It shook at first then burpped at last
Wiped it's mouth and passed some gas
Then it said , "Chi that was great !"

How many holes does it take to fill a hole ?

How many souls to fill a grave ?

How many lies does it take
to build a bridge of truth ?

How many "how manys" you may ask

How many words make a mouthful ?

How many steps make a right direction ?

How many regrets in the choices not made ?

How many "how manys' you may ask

I can hear the hum
of the wires
As the lives are compressed
into individual
electrons
vibrating in negativity