I love a gal
With big fine teeth
Long bridge nose
Blanket thief
Broken smile
She breaks my heart
I love gal
Who never farts

I love a gal
I grip and I grab
I love a gal
I’ve never had
She makes me whole
My better half
I love a gal
Beautiful ***!
And now you know
What makes me tick
I love a gal
I cannot catch
....

I don’t believe in the Bible
But I do believe in God
I won’t throw God away with the Bible,
nor the baby with the bathwater.

The Bible teaches judgement and separation…
I believe in forgiveness and togetherness!
My love has no restraints..
Scripture is something I ain’t.

I pretend
Everything is fine
That's the secret
That gets me by...
But truth is lately
Things been really ******
A serous lost of love and trust
There's a hole in my soul
The place where my life's blood flows
And empties alone...
Lost in the night
Even reason's teeth
Enjoys a bite
Still I pretend
Everything will be alright!

Before I realized it
I had penned her wings
Down to the surface
Of my butterfly collection
   Show case...

As she struggled I thought
Oh my
I should set her free
   But I was just a young boy indeed...

These protagonists words describe
a worldview most people may not know. I do admit
I have a tendency of presenting new facts and serving them somewhat cold..
So even if for now you don’t believe, put it in the back of your mind and set it free..
Deep passion is quite luring
it gets the creative blood stirring.

It doesn't matter who we are!
Let me tell you what we think!!
We believe it's insignificant
That our world is on the brink's

Burn the fossil fuel
Take the long way around
How many footprints
Have you laid down?

This was just
A quick reminder
To myself

Reminding me!
I'm no better
  Than anyone else...

She pretty much can
Shake me round now
Still I can't
Seem to quit her
All my lies
All but stutters now
Lately
I can barely whisper
And for some reason
I don't want to go home
But I could never resist her
  I embrace her and kiss her
Our love is but a blister...
Drops of calming potions
She drawls my garden bath
Water pounding on my bones
Lovers never last
.......................................

You're not alone
In your pain
All your understanding
Has been ordained

Open your eyes
Beyond what you see
Forget what you think you know
And just try to breathe

Woven into the fabric of consciousness
Are the assumptions of reality
And the deception of imagination
But mostly a need to survive
Put down the knives
And walk outside

I feel for you...

There’s no labor
When we’re in the zone
Every line is on its own
Every stanza polished and pure
What was it that drew us here

Some shadow driven desire
A dopamine rush if you please
Like a yogi in the moment
Like a dogs tail wagging free

From the masses we have risen
The quickening is quite satisfying
All the addictions we could have
And it’s poetry that we rely on.

The awaited bottom
Is but a thump
Another
Life down
Another bump
Upon yer soul
Upon your
Quasi Moto
****
We gather lifetimes
Of spiritual lumps
....

The difference is simply
Our willingness to communicate
Thesaurus' can be quite confusing
If a word isn't in one's vocabulary
It takes the fun out of reading
Sorry didn't mean to offend!!!

Hell,
Punctuation gives me nightmares!

With watchful eye
He is beyond fear
no need for worries
he focuses on the paths
He knows how he severs
….
All those communes
Those heard,
packs and flocks
All exist in low contrast
knowing not that they also
are the true faces of god!
Will their illusions ever pass…?

Once I tried to write it down
The essence of my being
Indeed a consuming
Engaging quest
'Cause seeing is believing
Nobody likes to think about
The realities of this place
Everyone is leaving
Not a soul
   In outer-space...
In the entropy
Of all forgotten
No echo can escape
No sound or form
Can be reborn
Such an end
Of little taste
In hearts of fools
Maps still rules
Yet the journey
Shall come to an end
The energy we know
No longer in tow
'Till the next
Big Bang
Begins
.......

(systematic racism)

I come from a place
Where the language was harsh
Surely the thought police
Could simply tear me apart

I had a girlfriend for over 10 years
Every once in awhile
I’d  call her by my ex-wife's name.. Ouch!
It not my fault
It was systemically ingrained!

She has always known my true heart
She's always laughed at my follies
Oh how the thought police
Must get their jollies’

We are the artist of our own dream
Painting over a well used canvas!

We can never have world peace
as long as people are at war with their self.

I am disturbed
My mind is but broken
I stare at the wall
My thoughts are all frozen
Shell of the man I use to be
Lost in my brain
I'm no longer me
......
Where did I go
Who really knows
Your only talking
At my ghost
They won't let me drive
Or stay home alone
All my people
In a nurse's role
......
I long for my old life
While I just let go
No longer me
Can I borrowed a soul
......

It’s
hard to see through fog
so why are you wearing
that cloudy frown
Being
alone has little to do
with the reason you feel down
Only
you can make you free
from the slave your willing to be
You
ya you writing your heart felt pain
happiness is not synonymous
to some relationship game
Learn
to be alone
until then don’t knock it
put your needs
in a secure pocket
Love
yourself
above anyone else!

In the moment
Of regrets
In the perils
Of my plea
Time stuttered
And stalled  
And she was rid of me...

Between the typos of your lines
I could clearly see your divine
Naked as the ****** birth
Broken contact introvert

You touched me just the same
In a place that has no name...

I could feel the shame
As I loss the game
Surely I'd been beat
But before I could go
I just needed you to know
I would have been worth the keep!

?

No matter a poet’s personal views
we are all symbiotic
with the eternal muse..

Just when you think you have it all figured out
a new pattern distorts the mystery..
All a poet can possibly do
is try to be on the right side of history.

We hold to our truths
as cogs in a divine façade.
In a matrix that’s much too copious
to possibly know it all.

Emotional states distort our perceptions.
Love and hate
the eternal *******..

The plasticity of heart allows a path
to bending without breaking…
A dark night of the soul,
several or so
can lead you to an awaken.

Do you possess the ability
To connect?
To feel that knee
Upon your neck?
Does a tear flow from your watching eyes
When another human being dies?
Have you a soul of love and light
To guide your people through this night?

A change of venue
Perhaps..
Wake the Beast from his nap!
The sleep walking elite
Bound to live on their knees
Slaves to envy, hate and greed
Change is what we all need
Cause..
Indifferences is but a disease

I’ve felt that foot there before
Unable to breathe on the floor
There will always be an indentured space
Where society laid my soul to waste
But I won’t standby silently still
While innocent black folks are getting killed
................

I don’t runt this farm
No, this farm runs me
Ducks, geese and chickens
Organic plains and trees
It’s true...
Traveler is a proud farmer
Who grows his own ****!
Oh yes!
I am certainly blessed
With the blessings of the meek!

As a stranger
In my own world
I can appreciate
Your fears
I still don't know
What's my role
Or why the hell
I'm here
Obviously
I am different
And I know
I'm supper strong
To navigate
This crazy world
Where I'm sure
I don't belong
.....................

We all have a shadow side
I’ve seen yours
Now have a look at mine
Opposite of my persona‘s fear
I’m not afraid of being weird
We are all perfect beyond our pride
Made of sub atomic light
Still
How can one integrate
A stability lackImg wealth?
A fear the shadow
Cannot support the self
Who can embrace
Love without a wall
I’m already on the ground
So I’m not afraid to fall

Do you believe that you are above
Looking down from your love
Well that’s a projection
Of your greatest fear
So take the focus off
The broken mirror
........

Who made these maps
That encourage such ignorance
Innocent people are dying out there...
Who shall return
In time to gather the righteous
Surely some deity cares...

So powerful the wicked
That rule the meek...
Their big money
Keeps our voice's weak...
We are all equal
And I won't ever forget...
My hands are tied
That's my greatest regret...

Every once in a while
I write a poem about you
I wonder have you ever read
I rhyme vague subjective truths
Like your heart must
Somehow be dead
Time she's a ticking
And truth is a sea
And you're still drowning
And drowning me...

Eerily in the morning
I tend to follow rules
But...
rhyming in good timing
lack a certain cool!

When evening passion flows
my soul resumes it’s journey
my word in hot pursuit
to express a primal yearning

Stings of my guitar
bend from black to *****
connecting all the patterns
fast fret rockabilly groves!
And…
I’ve been known to play a bit
of jazzed soak blues…

The days are long
for a bard such as me
For…
I come from Traverse City
with a guitar on my knee!

The memories, the loving,
the longing, the dread.
The ghost of me still lives in your head.
You see me, you shutter, you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me remains undead.

Alone with him.
There’s nothings left..
My ghost still haunt
your lovers nest…

The obsessions, the confessions,
the unlearn lessons.
Until my ghost is no longer pleasant..

That world that she feels
Is so important
To conform to...
No longer interest me
.............................

I embarrassingly admit
As a single parent
I was quite unfit
Unprepared
For the mothers role
When I lost my children
I lost my soul

My truth will never stammer
Nor stutter as I write
I've done both good and evil
Behold a waste of life
Forgive me
Forgive me not
That's just how it is
I hope
Your love
In your next life
Learns to finally give
......................



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It is but a blurry spot
Off to the side on my being
All that hell that your not seeing
It’s there in a hunk of tired flesh
Grey matter of all I am left
Lesions worn in harder times
I have strayed in shadows
And cross the lines
Of no return
No recovering
From the blurs
Eternity hovering

Causing me
To be thankful
To be Alive!

The dogs of living
Come biting
In the end


You laid
With your lovers
Now wipe off
That grin

We all grow old
And we all must force

A thankful smile
At the end of our course

All the while knowing
Where you really rather be

Is in the middle of life's ocean
Drowning in time's sea
...

And so they prayed
Then they hugged
And went their own way
Magical feelings
Natural chemicals  
Within healthy
Minded brains
A sensation of knowing
Children's eyes glowing
Spirits and souls
And holier ghost
Shaking, falling
   The proof of slain...
Vivid are our
Childhood memories
Of the acceptable insane
...

I refuse to deify
The leftover ******
With little respect
To his blood stained hands
Atrocities surround
His eccentric dead soul
Who killed Kennedy
  Most of us know!

The winner's lose
Happiness descends
Death awaits
Rigor mortis sets in

An empirical delusion
Blinded by grief
The most logical wisdom's
Eventually deceive

At the bottom of ism's
Awaits the final collision
At the gates
Of all that rhyme
A funeral dirge
Reconciled with birth
In the calming state
Acutely sublime

How can the enlightened
Not fear death?
Surely we all
Struggle for breath
Holding life in
As long as we can
I will give you my heart
But only on lend

Perhaps Poet's
Understand the rhymes
Contemplative in nature
Destine to arrive
  Removing the blinders
That death is a lie
......................

Broken in the long night
Her sad eyes turn away
Hidden in the shadows
Her phantoms of dismay
I would not pretend
To know where
She has been
Womanized
By lovers
Her scares
Deep within
But I seen her eyes
When I made her smile
And so I'll stay
For a little while
...
...

Under my conscience
A feeling uneasily lingered
Poked and pointed me
In the right direction
A simple estimate
A clear prediction
And so I stand firm
In my decision.

to express my pain
I must abstain
it’s a toxic masculinity thing!

to express an ounce of doubt
I can surely do without
The universe feeds
our hope and dreams

to clarify this read
I will express my only needs
food, water, and shelter
from the storm..

But for now I must contain
‘cause I’m sounding pretty lame
It’s time to share a beer
and leave you here
expressing all the secrets
of your heart.

Through these eyes of love
I strain to see
those outside my visionary…
My anger is a pest I swat and shoo
buzzing around this eternal fool….
Fear I fight as an unacceptable flight
there’s no room for hate
in this momentary life…
Open minded I listen well
to what the spirits have to tell…
I attempt to rise above
the narratives of push and shove…
and so I exist “mostly” in a state of love!

These thoughts of mine
Wander
Through the mazes
Of a puzzled mind
Until the issues
Hidden behind
My weariness rhyme
Could I be a poet by design
I could never push someone down
So I might climb
Pretending to be wise
Makes one blind
I’ll stick to these simple lines
And bide my time!

"Blessed"
Can't help but
Trip on that word.
"Cursed"
Of course
Is quite absurd!
What we are
What we wish
Of all we'll ever be
Rearranges to fit
Rapping around our need's
We love the world
In a state of greed
"So"
Please be happy
Never die
For it'is there that
My love is tied
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Spiritual books
Systematic teachers
All are just roads
To be stuck upon
When it’s time to let go
You will know
The universe is calling you to grow!

It appeared to be true
all the pieces seemed as if they fit
we were all in agreement
our rules served the greater good
oh how those ethnic standers lifted us!

Now it postoperative time!

Circadian woke in rhythm
the tide rolled in at dawn
In the octave of momentum
the artist wrote his song

Life is getting better
faces wearing smiles
love spreading farther
turning up the dials

Beyond judgment I look
I lift up the killer and crook
all this darkness deceives
with fear you’re never free!

Dear body of mine
I forget how precious you are to me
these precious hands
bear lives bruises upon command..
Hammer and chisel
breaking bar blues
oh how these knuckles
let me break through..
The challenges of youth
that form our esteem
you let me stand tall
on these two strong feet
Dear Body
We are blessed to be complete!

At two mice power
my wheel's are'a rolling
Get back jack
I'm a smocking an'a toking
What would you know
'bout that?!
I been down
to the bottom of the bottle
These cliches
are hard to swallow
I 'm ready to lead
if you'ready to follow
right off the bat
Don't mind if your thin
don't care if you're fat
leave a number
I'll hit you back
as a matter of fact!
...............................

She broke his heart
Forevermore
Burn his bridge
Slammed his door
No returns, not a word
She sealed his heart
With his deserves
He had it coming
His reckless ways
She pays him back
All his days
........

Would you rather a thumbs up
or a heart for your creation

Do you keep the reader in relation
Or write for a personal sensation

Does your muse have a name
Do you become one with pleasure or pain

Are you prophetically ordained
Or a free spirit untamed

Where I ask do we fit in
This phenomenal poetry game
????????????????

I remember the cage
Soul slipping
Through cracks
Body trapped
In silent rage
I succeed
These facts
Never forget
Never get back
The less you say
The less they know
So spare the lecture
And off you go
I remember the cage!