No one reads poetry
on Sunday mornings.
So I don’t post on Sunday’s.
until late afternoon.

But here’s a tidbit for ya!

Roses are red violets are indeed blue
Life is beautiful and so are you!

Like the last Roman empire
  Our republic is but a facade
Capitalism has sold out to corporatism
  Our establishment has sold out to the highest bidder


I join the quitters..

I'm sorry but I should point out
I've grown beyond what they're
Going on about
All that gore, guts and glory
Reveals a wonderful
Impossible story


Between those lines of logic lost
Whispers a mantra
Of rational thought
Callings to light
The voice of reason
It's humanity
  That needs appeasing...

I cradled you in my arms lying on the couch
You held your own bottle and stared up at me
Your eyes were so innocently full of unconditional love
I felt so complete, so peaceful
Nothing else mattered except being in that moment
Just me and my baby girl
Nothing can ever erase this
My most precious memory of you

The ghost warriors fought on over the centuries
Never even knowing they were dead
Valhalla, paradise of violent souls
The ancient thunder god feeds upon our eternal anger
Forevermore

I can’t conceive of a world
Where violence is a product of love
Where deception is the hand of reception
Underneath the velvet glove
We watch and learn
Until our eyes grow tired
Lines form upon our faces
And it’s down to the wire
Yesterdays are forgotten
As life shrivels up and dies
And we search for a meaning
That’s covered up in lies
What kind of love
Comes by commanding
Where is wisdom
In such an understanding

Worth
How aimlessly
We're measured
Wealth over health
Charity over compassion
Beauty over kindness

True teary-eyed empathy
Means little
A simple distortion
A white noise
In the background
Of difficult solutions
Not yet found

I'm sorry
No one can
Save you from
Yourself
So find your
Worth
And measure
It well...

Such deviated courses
This poetic passion seeks
Driven by forces
From nature to beast
Tempered and nurtured
From unleavened to yeast
Bought and then sold
Judas to Priest

To and fro
The heart we know
Off the beaten path  
With soul in toll
Fro and to
Right and then left
Any which way
More or less...

When we finally find
Our fostered ways
It's always prime time
For another maze...

In the muck of wonder
We were both there
I ran my tendicle's deep
Through your carnal tares
Two amoebas thriving alive
Such poetic protoplasm
Even as parasites
We survived
Life after life!

( No seriously?)
I have two close black friends
Yet it make me feel proud that
Black men can be my intellectual equals.
Why because they're back?
Is a black face a presumed stigma  
Pry open my third eye

In spirit shine
Indulgence
In divine
Subconnected
Yet confined

In flesh burn
Distracted
By the comforts
We confide in
In our absence
As we travel
In the questions
Beneath our
Unquestionable minds


The difference
Is provided
Changing culture
Tunnel sighted
We dance
In synchronicity
But separate waves
Excited us
We bleed
In emotional contrast
Different areas in our brains
No we are not the same

Peering out my bedroom window
I see the weeds out on the lawn
I see the ghost of my reflection
I think of you and start to yawn...

I close my eyes and slip unconscious
The day begins without me there
A drippy faucet breaks the silence
I wake again and gasp for air ...

Late morning sun demands attention
Still my window seems a pale dull haze
Is that your car out in my driveway
Or is my window out of phase ...

There's a secret room in each of us
A place we store unwanted ****
Leave the lights off, hurry close the door
It's easier to just ignore...

I like to laugh, I love to feel good
But I don't always feel things like I should
I tried to tell you these things before
You see, I can't always close my door ...

Fortunately I can deal with my own ****
Even if you and I don't fit
Cuz after all that's who we are
And now I see that's not your car ...

So unfortunate sometimes
My beliefs are limited
By my ruling intellect
But when I feel your pain
It takes away my every breath
Love cannot be limited
By yesterdays views
Today I'm just as broken
As broken as you
Please forgive me
For my truths

In the free world
Our hands are actually tied
We dine on corporatism lies
Manipulated by
The camera eye
We purchase
The blood stain petrol
Our footprint
Digs deep in turmoil
Dark money
In our accounts
That's what freedoms
Here in the US
Is actually about
We oil the jaws
Of the war machine
Then feed it
With our babies
Freedom
Seems to have
Made the free quite crazy

And so I must apologize
For our lack of control
Even our votes
Are bought and sold
Propaganda keeps us blind
These hands are tied
Please keep that in mind
.............................................

A silent star
Of our point of view
The moon
Tugging on the waters
Of youth
The sun
A burning pandemic
Of blistering fun
But we won't be here
When said and done
Not these shells
Of flesh and dung
So Beautifully ugly
This secular tongue
This Earth
Forever more
Eternity a revolving door
We’ve all been here before
.................

And here my blood is blackened upon the page
The loss of love extinguishes both passion and rage
Even RNA could never physically mend
The DNA of love that dies within...

He stopped loving her today...

Transparently composed
Secret thoughts boldly exposed
Indiscriminately absurd
The heart remains undisturbed
Opened to new wonders
The mind travels asunder
To and fro
The mysteries slowly unfold
Visible now
Your weary
Restless
Invisible soul
...

I don't get distracted
apart from this reality
Social networking communities  
is but a gamming fatality
I've low tolerance for such mentality

I leave my device's in airplane mold
you can call me a shut in
a hermit or a hobo
I don't need google on the go!

My dopamine is in pursuit
of a better me...
Accordingly
I am one of those mindful type freaks!

It is only fair that
I should warn you...
In person
I am quite out spoken
Stern and sure in my
Liberal values

With a smile
And a wink in my caring eye
I would love to sell you
Your greatest passions
Your greatest pleasures
If you can't afford
We can negotiate
Trust me
I aim to accommodate

So...
If you are curious
Roll those bones
Award yourself
Answer the phone
Or
Take the blue pill
And
Wake up in bed
Fearing I maybe
A dealer of dread

But my name is my word
Integrity bound
And I have
The best stuff to sell around...

When the search is finally over

The real journey will begin

Unless

Of course

You're searching for home

Cause we've already been
...

Just to be
On this side of hell
My spirit dances
In an existence of breathless
Mind wandering
Heart pounding anticipation
For every moment

I just want to stay here
In heaven with you...

I searched for what could not be known
Refusing to surrender I walked alone
It comes to light, that which cannot be seen
Below the surface of what we once believed

I fell in love with a cheating heart
Upon a rainy day
I only wished that I could sleep
And make it go away
Jumping off the cliff of chance
Into the great unknown
The depths of knowledge are far beyond
The fabled streets of gold...

Assumed to be evil
Always lurking in the dark
Creepy is the opposite
Of what we know by heart

From a thousand miles away
Worldviews appear unclear
You can no more see through my eyes
Than I can understand your fears

I can only ensure you
There's no bears in here
...

Nothing has possibilities
Where did you think
Such impossibilities
Come from?

While
Light and sound
Are measurably
Atomically associated

Possibilities are merely
The potential of dark matter
The matter of nothing

Impossibility
Don’t exist!

What is behind an eye
A place where a fear resides
A love that stretches
Both far and wide

Far more than a place
To simply mask a lie
There's so many different eyes
So many bright and brilliant shining eyes

Does eye color somehow matter
Can blue eyes feel sadness sadder
The odds favor your eyes to be brown
Which are some of the nicest folks around

Or perhaps these descriptions are stereotypes
Because green-eyed people just love to fight
And eyes with freakish hues of silvers and blues
Can capture your heart and run you through

Yet from a common unfounded point of view
My eyes are hazel and a bit red too
In the perfect shadow of a wicked moon
They can appear a shade of handsome blue

But let me not lead your reading eyes astray
Hazel stands for slimy green goo turning grey
And the stereotype that fits us like any made up lie
That an iris could ever affect the person behind the eyes

If you thought
That you could
Get away with it
Would you do it again?

Now look in the mirror
And tell your twin
You can only change
The things you can

So get out there and do it!
Before your life depends
...

Spirit gives rise to soul
Soul gives rise to body
Body gives rise to mine
Love was there the whole time
........

No one is smart enough
to be wrong all the time.

This world taught me very well
How to survive in a prison cell
Retreating in a fleeting moment
From the heavy hand of life’s opponent
Throwing pennies in a well
Even wishes are for sale
And the universe holds a reward
For those who live beyond the sword
Yet beyond the sword remains a fist
To take a swing, who can resist
Whether right or wrong it’s never forgotten
It’s one big race of Johnny Rotten's
The eyes in the mirror would have their say
But I turned my head and walked away
The rage in our heart won’t be silenced
Even if we abstain from a life of violence...

There’s a new star a’shining,
So why!
Why can’t you see it?
We’re finally arriving
This golden plateau
Beyond shifting paradigms
The fruit can not completely please
Without the knowledge
From the forbidden tree
The star is shining bright
So why can’t you see?

Could you love evil,
enough to forgive it?

If I were a demon
I’d be destine to live it.

I’d hope you’d understand
in the bitter ends…

On our return
to the source of all
love and sin!

(Beware magic involved)

It's said that love is truly free
And so if you will accept this
Here's some love from me

A wish, a spell
Good energy I send
Poetry magic
Shapes and bends

Directing powers
To protect and heal
My sublimation
Is of pure good will

I foresee very quick relief
From any and all your
Heart aching grief
That is of course
For those who will receive
.....
FLASH!!!
It is done. (-;

It’s so beautiful to be human
Once compassion purifies
Like a flame that burns much brighter
It feels so good to feel alive

My smile longs to greet
And mend a broken heart
My love it longs to reach
And mend the worlds apart

No mystery to believe in
No invisible quantum ghost
Just the basic simple freedom
The humanity within the host

According to
The science of the unknown
Random samples of emptiness
Can only scratch the surface of nothingness
Depleting the distortions of invisibility
While examining the possibility of
The non-existent state
Leaving only what appears to be
Worthless ashes of eternal entropy
...
And in another related stories...

Up all night!
Playing poetry
Writing my guitar
Today I’ll be
A falling star..

Oxymoronic
The caffeinated paradox

In the subtlety of change
Slowly evolving beyond
Those Old Wives Fables
And Big Bangs of god's

In a constant deception
Bringing on the clowns
Clad in white washed
Tie died hippy gowns

Feeding us in withering
Free fall through space

Bound to our legacy
   To be erased...

There shall still
Be you and me
Within the ashes
Of entropy
....................

All the gods are now asleep!
So..
You might want’a get back on your feet!
Now the power is in our hands!!
We can decide to be happy or not give a ****..
Love thy self,
in to good health and a positive peace of mind.
Take a jog and lift some weights..  
Make the best of life!
……
To the bar!

I took over this page
When the Poet died
He had a lot of followers
And so I lied
I started writing
Under his traveling name
I’m pulling your leg
But wouldn’t that be lame?

In the moment we thrive
On the edge of being alive
Don’t be afraid
We’re all going to die
You see this is a reminder
From the wizard in the sky
From the witness behind
We’re all in this together
And this world
Isn’t getting any better
......XYZ......

The mycelium network seems to be connected
to my corpus callosum
just beneath my cerebral cortex.
I lay naked on bare ground to recharge and revitalize!  
I am one with Gaia!

It starts in the enchantment of her love...

In the beginning of her storm
Even the angels take shelter
A battle so fierce it rocks the heavens
The stars begin to flicker
Demand for blood shed redemption
From a race of turn-ups
Eventually life bleeds into death
Death which is ultimate in her knowing...

If you could peer
Through these cracks in my heart
With those eyes that look away
Or touch the calluses
Of my lost hopes and dreams
Of compromise repaid

If you could lift uncertainty
In a state of brokenness
Hold your breath a hundred years
Would you consider it a gift?

If you could live your final days
In heaven right here on earth
Than you would have realized
   What holding on
To living can be worth...

Love as we know it can never die
As long as we possess the ability to recall
We can re-experience every pleasurable moment
If we are willing to remove our angry walls

Will you allow yourself the chance
To remember how you felt
As you embraced a long lost lover
When nothing mattered and no one else

All the grief melts away
For those sacred seeds were sown
And all the moments of good love
Are as good as carved in stone

I took a familiar nightmare
For a frightening final ride
Facing all my failures
Feeble fable, foolishness
And freakishness, inside
Intense, **** ya, you bet!
To say the fracking least
The finality of a fearless
Forgotten rotten kind of beast
Now forever starving
At the final festive feast
.....................................

Do I know crazy
I know him well
Too much time
In and out of hell

Even the strongest
Can't keep
The sky from falling
My motor's running
My mind keeps stalling

Here I am
If there’s anything you need
My heart is racing
My brokenness is in the lead

For some of us
abstractions
can flow too far apart
to gather together
Still we navigate
through poems caught
in stormy weather
Then there those
whose desires gets tossed
into a word salad
of creative thought
Pour on some dressing
romantically obscure
express your victim hood
your poetical fears!
Page after page
line after line
recording
the history of
the Poet kind!

Vaguely I recall
My thoughts before the fall
A world view
So wide yet dim
A simple conformance
To a world I was living in

And you
Chemically produced
Passion induced
Love was real
As real as a pill
Oh how I remember
The thrills

Our eyes
So bright and wide
Midnight moons
Amplified
Endless summer skies

Hearts entwined
In temporal bloom
Sat in stone
And doomed to ruin

Quickened
In love's embrace
The fires were fed
In flesh and lace

Memories infused
With the essence
Of gods
But in the end
Love was just a facade...

I don’t pretend to be a writer
I am not hidden behind my words
I can’t complicate my expressions
I won’t embrace my lower fears

I will not be writing a book
only a handful of songs
Life is full of beautiful music
I invite you to sing along!

Once upon a time
26 years ago
I was forced
To stuff those feelings down
All that had ever
Made me sad
Or left me feeling low
Such feelings I denounced
So easily they seemed to go...
That's when I started writing
Poetry to save my life
Bars upon those windows
And beyond the free sunshine

So many years
I escaped my miseries
Unfortunately
They all still existed
Somewhere
Subconsciously...
Life is a struggle
Trying to realign
Poetry connected me
To the Divine
..............................

I dreamt you were an Angel
From a world quite divine
A light shone all around you
As water turned to wine

You came to heal the people
Of their hatred and disease
But you turned away in sorrow
'Cuz your touch could not heal me...

It all felt so familiar
As if it happened once before
You left me in the ruins
Of this bloodstain killing floor...

At every paradigm change
All the old problems shall be solved
With solutions plague with new problems
So how can we finally evolve?