Love lost long ago only dreams can recall
Dented and cracked surfaces defines my walls
Behind the eyes I withdraw
Damaged goods, recycled parts, war of roses, purple hearts
Symphony in C-flat minor, dread in Mozart's armor
Notes on paper survive, to lose, to love, to cry
We die inside, who knows why

Unfulfilled I gather mist
In a garden green I sift
Dirt and greed beneath the leaves
Fallow ground on soiled sleeves
But even worms need breed
Conflicting thoughts are conceived

How the longing lasts beyond midnight
Beyond half-past the pain still bites
Dust mites between sheets of time
Distorted gray fills the mind
Unconscious realms, tormented guilt
Desolate and dreary, the mind wilts

A spark breaches the impenetrable
Glimmers of hope unattainable
The void swallows me whole
And emptiness out of control
Somehow it's me turning the key
The mind's eye refused to see
This unknown alien aspect of me
Taunting me, threatening to remind me
That I am only me

Clandestinely I dream of upheaval
Against that prevalent part so evil
Shall I judge the less and lie
I shake my head and sigh
Cuz fortunately it only hurts
Somewhere inside ...

And so they spoke of magic
From the book of imaginary causes
Celestial inclusive people in the presence
Of our absolute nothingness!

Then they started
The presidential debate...

Embrace the pain
While it last
Life is so short
Even pleasure must pass
The knowing can be bitter
The brooding of the quitter
But the heartbeat of the thankful
   Shall surpass...

We awaken to the early show
So vividly underway
With just a hint of the morning dew
The night before had laid
A breeze so mild it forces a smile
Of fresh new forest green
Busy squirrels and singing birds
Enjoy all that life will bring

The laughing cry of the loons and swallows
On the lake so old and free
The presence of Indian spirits
In the surrounding ancient trees

Dragonflies like fairies fly
Embrace the tortoise shell
Yellow flowers on the lily pads
Where croaking bullfrogs dwell
Crawdads and minnows
Reminisce of yesteryear
When we were only children
Still wet behind the ears...

I have written this letter of my impending death
Of my own will, my delusion, in my last breath
A spear breaches the armor, pain penetrates the soul
I bear this wound in horror and march on through the snow

Oh, that I were home with you
Blessed to be of the surviving few
To live the dream of freedom’s bliss
To escape the ink of death’s list

There the young shall fear no more
The old shall rest with unlocked doors
There I shall play guitar and sing
And through the walls our laughter rings

Friends and neighbors shall smile and wave
There upon fresh linens we shall lay
To sleep the dark and rejoice the dawn
There the ties to life hold strong

Yet these tides have turned against the meek
My burning eyes grow tired and weak
I fear the cold has come to stay
And the blinding night has replaced the day
I attempt to hide in my pretense
But the storm is nigh, the fog grows dense
Redeemer of these fallen stars
The sky grows darker where you are
By these sands of time running low
I’m not so far from letting go

An enemy dances at our gates
Internal bigotry, fear and hate
Our children die in foreign wars
And here we ask "what was it for?”
Until at last we are no more

Funny how strong we believe
Our fragile hearts to be
I've survived the world myself
In ghettos, in prisons
In institutions that deceive
I've prayed to gods for death
In the bottom of life's pit
I've suffered heartbreaks
Excruciating rips

A hundred years and it awakes
The phone call
The Facebook
The very public place
Scattered thoughts weave
Through piles of emotional debris
I hold my words in contemplation
I take a deep breath while inside I scream

The sharpest blades lay dormant longest
When a mere memory can reopen sores
I try to keep myself in the moment
But in this moment it's at the door

Hello, I haven't seen you in a very long, long time
Oh, by the way, why wouldn't you answer my call
But you knew I was drowning...

4/29/16
Bad Dreams

A traveler breaks down
On the side of the road
Perhaps a broken heart
Or a punch in the nose
Yet the trip must go on
He painstakingly knows

A traveler moves on
With the coming of spring
In the heat of the night
He escapes his bad dreams

A traveler breaks down
On the side of the road
Leaves his spaceship behind
  And heads off alone...

This is indeed a poem
But...
It's actually all about me
A selfish sort of plea
I want to be loved
And no offence my friend
Not just by your invisible
Being from above

Rather the fleshly kind
Two sets of bedroom eyes
Two hearts intertwined
Two souls living
A beautiful rhyme
In and out of time

Then again, I'll accept
Any kind of love
My empty hands
Can actually touch
Even a traveler
In his long journeys
Could use a crutch
.......

TIME JUST FLIES OR SO IT SEEMS
HER EYES HAUNT MY RESTLESS DREAMS
FACES FADE, MEMORIES BLUR
WAKE UP SOAKED, TOSSED AND TURNED
DREAMS SO TWISTED I CRINGE IN SLEEP
INTO MY SUBCONSCIOUS ONCE AGAIN SHE CREEPS

SUCH IS THE PRICE I'M FORCED TO PAY
FOR LEAVING HER IN SUCH A WAY...

I mean no drama
In my busy backbone stance
I laugh it off
But my sarcasm likes to dance

Words are free
They cost us nothing
We give them away
When we say something

So here are some words
That describe being friends
Put them in your pocket
And hold them within...

I hold no grudge
No resentment lingers
No vengeance is mine
No pointing of fingers

Bygones be bygones
Let us be one
Voice of reason
All said and done...

In the events of
Hell
Choose sanity
And hold on
Beware the quickness
Of the loaded gun

Turn down
Replace
Escape
Substitute a better fate

Leave such alone
Obsession spinning
Out of control

Survive to live
Another day
When these evens of Hell
Finally fade
....

It's lost on me
As you can read
I have no need
For misery
All that's blue
Is but a sea
Beneath the waves
Where we can't breathe
So fill my sails
With thankfulness
Come navigate
These sea's of bliss
And bring about
A better days
Where you and I
Can ride the waves
Of happiness
And piece of mind
To weather all
The storms of time...

It doesn't matter
What you do
Some dogs
Are prone
To sing the blues
Drearily howling
Slobbery drools
*** sniffing
Hairy and smelly too
Yet somehow
They keep their cool
After all
What's a dog to do?

Woofin at the neighbors
Chasing down the squirrels
Peeing on the lawn gnomes
Looking for referrals
Chowing down on kibble bits
Hey, it's just a doggy gig
Playing Frisbee in the yard
And catch, with sticks, not twigs
I wish that I could have his life
The fun would never end
'Cept for that part with knives
No *****, to call my friends
..............................................
Stick Man and the Clock Eyed Skull

Love unspoken
Tends to waver
A few warm moments
A few special favors
Even as the good friend
Or the teacher's pet
Acceptance may be
All you get
So when and if
I decide to show it
Unspoken or not
   Now you know it...

The universe is hierarchy all the way up! And dysfunction all the way down. No end nor beginning, all truths, no lies. Over and over we’re born, we die.
Imaginations pretend and creation set in. Love is stronger than wisdom and there for we’ll be back this way again…

I surely believe
Or perhaps I perceive

Anyways it seems
That feelings deceive

The problem is
If you please

I am but a drop
  In an eternal sea...

My search for truth and meaning
has been confounded by common sense
All these road maps to divinity
hold no substantial evidence

Truth remains an institution
founded in the vulnerability of mortality
Answers are offered up in rational voices
simply to manipulate morality in our reality

Confusing? Quite, enough to exhaust the mind
the search for ultimate truth
demands a large portion of one's time
And so I focus on the things that matter
friends, family, loving relationships

We're here to experience both good and bad
happiness and hardship
And so enjoyment becomes my deity
and the fulfillment of my desires
becomes my worship...

Dreamers of a mystic dream
We see a world that can't be seen
Fairies, Elves and Pagan Lore
We're lured to a misty moor

We fly away to the midst of Mebh
When Brighid's crown adorns our heads
Moist as the morning dew of Bel
A land where ancient mysteries dwell

Here Wood-Nymphs dance unseen
Flowers thrive near eternal springs
Bright rainbows point to pots of gold
As the twilight of our love unfolds...

When we were innocent children
In the magic stage of life
We were justified in our victim stance
That drove our need for flight
Now we answer to an inner voices
Call it what you shall
Call it Mother, call it God
Call it the lines which we tread upon
Cross we dare in our hearts despair
Still I pray not to find you there...

If only I could
Explain
This strangeness
I've never known
A plague upon
My worn out heart
Tread marks
Upon my soul

Twisted emotions
Warped by time
My weary muse
Walks the line
It's more than some
Mere travesties
Something is damaged
In my inter being

Perhaps a bit to long in Hell
Forced to survive
The prison cells
The scourge that came
In the afterbirth
Societies label
Of my true worth

All these things
Forevermore
Below the surface
I lost this war
...

Shaped by years of worry
My heart is always in a hurry
I can’t help but eat you whole...

Composed of emotions and thunder
My poems will make you wonder
Before they take their toll

But that’s not what I’m about
I’ll never leave a bad taste
In your mouth
Or your soul

She finally broke
With sobbing tears of youth
The lesson learned
Never tell the truth

In a desperate display of despair
Her development arrested there...
That part of her regressed to child
She forgets about life for a while.

She cuts her body
in order to  
Hide emotional pain
Invisible now
those issues that remain

She's the one
with heart undone
Emotionally blind
and on the run
Pretending to be unaware
And so I bear her worry
Because I care...

Fear not to embrace
all these losses,
the disconnection is but an illusion.
Love is the Highway we travel,
we all move on in the end.
Love is eternal my friends!!

I got things all wrong, I do confess. Propaganda lies until there no truth left.
Blame it on the imperialistic west. Fall in line you’ll pass their test.

Spirit creatures, fiery hells, even my own parents were blinded as well!
Manufacturing consent for foreign wars, our media led us straight to evil’s door.

Think God now I can clearly see,
hate and separation are a deadly disease!

The point known as the beginning
Can only come in play
If something is causing it to begin
Therefor the big bang
Could not be the point of origin.
And we haven't got a clue

So I moved on from fixating on this subject.

I haven't been writing as you know
Primarily dew to the ice and snow
The chill that sets within my bones
No, not a single message home

I haven't mentioned
My points of views
Now that
The frozen tundra
Controls my moods
Plow the drive
Shovel the walk
My frozen fingers
Can hardly talk

And you so warm
In your southern state
Where the winter chill
Is not your fate
Not even an extra blanket
Or a hot coco
Oh how blessed to be
Of a warmer soul!

Caught in the cross hairs
Of Death's Sights
We are merely bullets
Traveling at the speed of life

A big bang of eternal flight
Endless days, countless nights
A straight shot to the end
A loaded clips of original sin

So get out there and aim to win
Take another shot and shoot again
So many bullets gone astray
Life is a gun at the end of the day

In a place where entropy collects
my memories of youth
are barely left.

In a deep shiver
I shutter to search
my issues of trust
and limited worth.

There in my program
in bold letters it says
“YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE”
the damages left…
But!
The curtain is closed
on the stages of yesteryears
as we rewrite our scrips
take the wheel and stir!

These questions throughout ages
Have set our greatest quest
Searching for a path
That continues beyond death
It appears the nature of our soul
Is to bring forth good intentions
To overcome the barriers
Of our mind's misled inventions
These lessons can't be taught
By the words of some great teacher
Or by walking in the steps
Of some over zealous preacher
The experience of the knowing
Is an empirical gather wisdom
Guided by the universe
For those who've learned to listen...

It's clear to me now
Everything beautiful
Belongs to you
Mine are but hazel eyes
Longing to be blue

It's like trying to breathe
Under the sea
Lucky for me
Even mermaids
Have needs

And so I hold
My subjective breath
And take my place
As second best...

My dear followers
I seek what you seek
Come share my shadow world
And love me at my least
I will sing a sad, sad songs
In the key of sore heart break
I'll be sure to keep my rhyme
And riddles copiously vague
.....................................

All of these thing’s
forever happening?
Nothing can ever change?
Indeed
a truth eternally lame.

I believe everything is going to heal
love has a very powerful will!

Long and bold
The winter soul
Blistering winds
Of bitter cold

A poetic flight
These winter blues
The hibernation
Of our muse

Frozen thoughts
That freeze the page
  Incomplete sentences
Of frostbitten rage

I pull on my boots
Head out the gate
Smile as I cringe
Snow in my face

To weather this land
At this frigid hemisphere
Takes far more perseverance
Than special foul weather gear...

The deeper the dreamer
The more dramatic
The dream
Go back to sleep
Chaotic scene

Royal gardeners
Fertilizing passions
Snakes of a fruit
Angelic reactions

Intoxicating pleasures
Resolving dissatisfactions
A collective conscience
In poetic fashion

It was good
And dreamt
Into
Dream reality
For us
Slumber on!

Every time I’m alone
I get the overwhelming urge to write more poems.
The creative vibe adds to this experience of joyous content.
The contemplations of life
I do not lament.
I let my spiritual intelligence
fill my heart with the math of love.
This extends far beyond the physical hug.

My heart
A road map of twisting roads
So many different ways
Please take it slow

My love
Brighter than the midnight stars
Bigger than the universe
Especially where you are...

My dreams
Extend beyond deepest sleep
My needs are like your's
Someone close I seek

To Have
To hold
To sleep with me in peace
Come and take a nap
Set your dreaming free!!

Have you anything nice to say
Or shall we stay locked in this hate maze
I'm trying but you're stuck in anger
I feel sick and I can't kick this uneasy feeling
Do you even give a ****
Do you want me to suffer
Well I am not well
And you're not helping

Transitions
Forced upon our psyche's
From treading water
To riding lightning
The changes can be
Somewhat frightening

Spent my days
In a cage
Fighting off a world of rage
Stronger and stronger
I became
Desensitized and now I'm lame
Smote I did to survive
Just to live another life
Where truth is hidden
In despair
I can never truly be free
From there...

I love to write
Simultaneously
I hate to read

I'd rather listen
As my muse
Breaks free

Under water
Balancing breath
Deep in sleep
Closer to death

Chasing passion
Down endless
Rabbit holes

I love
To follow
No matter
High or low

And when the trip
Comes to an end
I suppose
I'll come back
  As a Poet again...

She would not answer
Her cell phone
I told myself It didn't matter
In my mind she was there
With another man
Leaving my voice all but gone
My heart beating in unrest
How did I let her
Get this far inside my head?

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke
Swirling boundless
To and fro

Out of the fire
A non-corporeal host

Stinging eyes
Burning nose
Cough me out
Or start to choke

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke

Another cloud
Another soul
Into thin air
Watch me flow

Out the window
And down the road!

Surely I was
A wisp of smoke...

I wrote my play in portions
and posted them in draft..
I’m only 62
a little over half…

The best part of life is living
Each moment fades into now
I will write forever after
I will return upon the clouds

I went searching for a meaning
Then my Poet took the stage
Now I’m staring in my encore
The best part of my play!

On a quiet morn she whispers
Her voice a vibrant viol
Golden sunlight upon her breast
Gleaming with dreamy themes
Of serene scenes, my eyes smile

Rejuvenated in vitality afresh in purpose
She leaves the room yet she's still with me
My abandon knows no worry
My morning has no hurry
She returns with coffee in hand
Her radiant intoxication engulfs me once again ...
What is this that I belong
As strong as rage a soothing calm
A lucid daydream that needs no lie
A wind of wonder fills my mind
A day so very enchanted, two hearts beat as one
We drive off like heroes into the rising sun
The daydream of love has now begun

I wish she would go
But I need her to stay
I can’t go home
I can’t find the way
I lost my nerve
To call out for help
I lost my voice
I lost myself
.........

Unreasonable
The notion
That a mindset
Is above it all

Uncomfortable
The erosion
Of our outdated
Unchallenged laws

We worship gods indeed
Simple is the beast
Eating mouse
Hidden behind
Green trees

In a forest
Of kingdoms
Of gods
**** sapiens rule
With iron fist and rods

Oh generation
Of emasculation
Go, go into the light
Embrace a world
Of satisfaction  
Hidden in plain sight...

Don't pretend
These words are to you
Do you really think
I watch
Everything you do?

Do you believe despair
Is yours
And your's alone
I realize
You mean no harm
You just want to roam

We all have needs
Wants and woes
If you're going to roam
Leave your pain home
Just bring your heart
And your soul
.....

What is the opposite of this desire that burns?
Perhaps a lethargic state, a complete lack of concern
If youth were lust would it desire to be old
Could you find its opposite in a heart of gold
Is the opposite of lust a feeling of grief
Is it the opposite of the word relief

If lust starts to burn will the passion be void
This kind of dialectical double-talk is only a ploy
To baffle your mind and add to your confusion
‘Cause truly, lust is only an illusion

Yet if there was a spokesperson for the lustful regime
I’m sure her words would make you dream
For all those things you desire
Until your *** awakes on fire

The night was black
Moonless yet far from calm
When the Hand Of Fate
Shook me from my slumber

Restless spirits roaming
Room to room
Beyond their
Normal gloom

I took to the sofa
Back to the wall
Three white candles
Talisman resolved

The flickering candles
Danced to expose
Restless shadows
I've felt them before

I chant
In my spirit
The words of old
Within the flames
The veil still holds

The darkest
of darkness
Poised to rise
The veil
that separates
Beyond demise.


So here I shall warn
Darkness shall thrive
The harvest is here
Samhain arrives