I have no religion
no story of miraculous feats.
I’ve no box to contain me
there’s nowhere I need to be!
My God is always happy.
My heaven is always free..
My love is my salvation…
What a blessing to be me!!

The plants
Are conscious
Every tree, every ****
Every wildflowers and shrub
All share our power of love

So as you’re passing by unaware
Remember the plants know you’re there
Give them a nod, blessed be their days
And don’t ignore the blessings
Of our natural sun rays!

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!

If they give me a bag of money,
I might be willing to participate.
Imagine..
Six digits for my soul!
I could live the life of royalty
and corrupt the kingdom more.

But instead I believe I'm
blessed to be poor...

Invisible hands refuse my flight
Oh how I long for the wicked night
Yet time slips away no adrenaline flow
Killing me slowly starving my soul

Once I burned in passion bliss
To kick the bucket beyond the list
Experience gathered of blind ambition
To live forever without a mission

In an unknown space between the lines
Where gathering secrets erode the mind
I lived and lost the path of lies
No longer can I just survive...

The poetry was flowing
But not through his poem
It flowed through his eyes
On into her soul
His words they whispered
Tears down her tired cheeks
She bathed in his passion
   And his darkness she reaped...

The poetry was flowing
But not through his poem
It flowed through his eyes
On into her soul
His words they whispered
Tears down her tired cheeks
She bathed in his passion
   And his darkness she reaped...

Winter, the long lasting loving season

Sparks the passion that keeps us from freezing

In the coming of togetherness a new life arrives

Reflected in beautiful blue diamond birthstone eyes

...

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
.........

Self prophecies
Come true
Life laid out
Black and blue
Surely this time
Definitely next
I can feel it
With every breath

In familiar
Poetic prose
Heart is spoke
Time unfolds
Somehow
Our muses know
What's to come
Blessings or woes
...........................

Suddenly
A young girl
Was snatched
From this world

Eyes stared
Into the dread
Of the hopeful
Invisible places

Grieving strangers
Blurred sentiments
Still we shared
The same
Empty stares
With down troden
Human faces
....

How do we cut the head off these beast?
Obviously we are uninvited to the corporate feast.
Those who do the bidding
of money and war,
fulfilling the prophecy
of the mighty *****.
Running from the thunder
hiding in the trees,
superstitious people
killing as they please.
How do we cut the heads
off these beasts?

Cold-hearted world
Nobody seems to care
I held you so tightly
When I was once there...

How this emptiness
Quiets your voice
Drier than dry
A love once moist...

I'm lost in darkness
Without your glow
I grasp for your light
With borrowed soul...

Faded street sign
Which way is home
I take a deep breath
And turn to stone
Weary of the night
So hungry and cold
Yet if I turn back now
I'll lose my soul...

I’m the rubber man
My plasticity allows me to expand
Change has dulled my edge
Hell, I can kick a ***** habit
In a single solitary pledge!

I can bounce back
When love blows me over
I can love for all I'm worth
And manage to stay sober

I never dreamed I'd become
Free of life’s meddlesome's
Yet here I am
The bouncy one!

It occurs to me
I don't belong here
As I laughed aloud
And look Beyond
I can barely remember
But we go way back
To a place where
Travelers are from

There is no lesson
To be learnt here
Clearly I see
My every flaw
I know you're out there
Watching
Waiting
I know I broke
The golden law

I'm not like those other Travelers
The ones who came
And touched them all
I lost my nerve
I lost my way
I lost the world
In one big fall

Yes I'm ready to go now
As I await
The Traveler's call...

And when they come for me
To put me somewhere I don’t want to be
Somewhere I can never stay
Saying things I could never say
In accordance too
What the devil has in mind
Bodies in refrigeration
It’s Mad Max time
Disease ridden bats
Festering slop of swine
I could hide out here all day
In boxes made of pine 🌲

And therefore
You shall be deemed
One of those
Of that wicked team
Suffer now forevermore
Inscribed upon
The Devil's door
Your wicked deeds
Your demon bites
You dare to hide
Your wicked light...

But Uncle Tim
It's only a tattoo!

Do you know
How to fight
Go lay down
Or set it right

Prison *****
Or make a stand
You better know
Who I am

When
Negative energy
Strikes again
Misery
Is not my friend
I will break
Before I bend
I will break
Before I bend...

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...

Alone in this world
Is how I begin
Invisible beings
I come to depend
With belief so strong
Right led wrong
I fell to my knees
And cursed along
But it's
Too contradictory
To travel there
Mindsets that lead
Us to old fashion fears
Alone with beliefs
Of being alone
That's the true hell
That keeps me ******!

And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again

I will say this once again
If you are lonely
That’s a sin
My heart longs
My love
It runs beside me
Please
Please
Come free me
Together we will
Finally breathe
..........

Blessing, I can say
I still have my share
Simultaneously
Curses upon curses
Slowly strip me bare

Beautiful dreams
Mixed in nightmarish themes  
We've all met the dark
With the voiceless scream
No one immune
To this dysfunctional maze
No one gets out alive
Of this breath taking play

Oh but from the heart of a child
It was every bit worthwhile!

After a large sample
of living
has been examined,
the conclusions
is a pattern of kind.
We are brilliantly aware
yet inadequately inclined.

I have met
several geniuses
in my travels..
it doesn’t take long for the psychological profile to unravel.

All the colleges and their
wonderful degrees.
And so easily life can knock us to our knees.

There remains no absolutes
In this object subjective world  
Except by dissolution
An occasional loophole
Into those "perhaps" conclusions

As the ceiling rises
On the new world poet's pen
Let our sight be open
To an existences
That hold no ends

But let us not
Carry it to far
With a mind set
Of brimstone and hell fire!

Please don’t call the thought police
I meant to say that underneath
Impeccable words I yet to own
When I’m getting really ******

Bring it down
Bring ‘er on down now!

Put the power trip to rest
We were all born with the best
Although I was hatched by a beast
You don’t need call a priest

Bring it down
Bring’er on down now

Let your blue hair down
Let that blue hair down now
Don’t be wearing no scowl
Just let your blue hair down now!

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
...
...

Broken mothers
trying to heal
Broken Hearts
Broken wheels
Trying to turn
Back the clock
Broken mothers
Doctor Spock

All their debris
Clusters of past
Greedy addictions
Family out cast
Broken parts
Trying to heal
Broken mothers
Silence kills

That one cold day
You were gone
Oh how I longed
To be wrong
Believing
That you could
Never return
Owning
All those bridges
Burned

If like you
I could
Walk away
Save my love
For another day
In the silence
Of forgetfulness
Sudden darkness
Flip a switch
No dread lingering
No emo unrest
Just rap it up
I've done my best

Then I would be
Broken too
Breaking all
The golden rules
...

Another man
I happen to love
Started to ramble
About "up above"
Starry eyed
I cut him off
He notice my mark
And turn and walked
What made me that way
He just turned
And walked away
...............................
The eulogy
Was bogus
Keeping our thoughts
Out of focus
..................

Warning!
Not a poem for
The squeamish!
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
"How it works"
Boundary lines are breached
Pain is arbitrarily served
Nerves placed on a torture rack
Love stretched in opposing directions
A new vocabulary of meaningless words
Punishing piercing looks of content
In a mindless separation
Needs remain unfulfilled
Fractured realities
Something to share
A second chances of lies
And somehow
Broken trust survives..

Broken wings
May never mend
Cement and glue
Long to bend

A heart abandoned
Unable to fly
To ever pass
Beyond goodbye

Frozen
In silent solitude
Hands clasped
In empty prayer
An angel statue
Time has driven
Far beyond repair

These stains of time
Upon our hearts
Wears thin the soul
And plagues our art

Of the angel's wing
I must confess
I left her there
In such a mess...
...

In this
Realization faze
Of this
Delicate end of madness
Momentarily
I unclench my fist
Looking down
At the nail marks in my palms
My hand transforms
Into
Giant black beetle bugs
So many bugs
All falling
To the floor
Then my arm
And then my shoulder
More and more
Squirmy bugs
Creepy crawlers
All the bugs
That make up our core
   Billions of bugs
That want to start wars
     Lots of Bugs...

I must confess
Shock value amuses me
I like to watch peoples faces
As I pull their legs
Freak them out
Blow their minds
Pull the wool over their eyes
After all acting is an approved lie
I play the cop sometimes
CAN I SEE SOME ID!!!
I'll shout
The freak in their eyes
Is what I'm all about
I see a way to put a smile on a face
I love joking
Laughing eyes glaring
People dropping their defenses
Strangers connecting
Life is precious
Bull ******* is my special gift
............................................................­

I fell in it
A handful of times
Those burning embers
Of love and trust
The consuming flames
Of the pleasures of lust
The perpetual game
Of push and shove

I get tired
And burned out
Running from all
Life's broken rules
And after all
I don't care to revisit
Those old blues
But don't get me wrong
I'm still your one
And only fool

Because you know
Once or twice
In the darkest
Part of life
I was so blessed
To have your light!

She seemed quite happy
In a talkative sort of way
She knew things about everyone
The who of who that were
On the HP stage
Crossed lovers downed in flames
Jealous, envious, childish games
Enlightening the addictive dirt    
I followed along for all it's worth
Guess I must have wanted to know
As I read her book
She exposed even my soul
So what does that make me
Seems my morals can be a bit lazy
And a bigger lesson yet
I told her stuff about myself
Has she told you yet?

Is reality really real?
This thing we refer to as life
Or do we dream that we were
Born and somehow managed to be
Brought up right?
Holding on to love and regret
With all our invisible might
Suffering, enjoying
Every stage in between
Sanity is fight or flight
Life is but a dream
......................

I am but a poem
My body made of rhymes
I have been written
One too many times
Beauty I often read
Love I wish to know
You, you are an explanation point!
You let your feelings show...
But as you can clearly see
I'm a simple paragraph
Easily as I was written
I am doomed to pass...
Yet it's all been written before
After all
I am a poem
Nothing more!

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...

Before her life could take shape
While yet unable to communicate
Unable to put into words
Her pieces unable to merge

A fluttery butterfly took flight
She was never quite right
I cry to the sky in sincerity
Mend this broken part of me

And now
I cannot bare
To face the sun
To see the effects
Of all I've done
Before she was three
I broke her and me
.....
........................

I can not make it my lives mission
But I wish you all the best
The world is on a crash course
There's little moral guidance left

Well, I've risen from ashes
Near the dragons smoking breath
My tattoos are darkened
With both victory and regret

Honor is a level
A measurement of foolish pride
But it's also what was stripped away
When they left me there to die...

I hate to nag but....
What have we done to fix this
Before it's too late
.....

I remember now
It seems like it...
Was just like yesterday
They shut me in..
Into this endless maze
They locked a door
Suddenly there was me!
My heart is older now
  Still longing to be free...

I am with you at
Every single turn
Set a fire and
Set and watch it burn
Someone to see you through
Until the darkness settles
Share in my deep
Raging passion
For death fracking metal
Amen!!

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!

I don't get along
with my own rage
mostly I disassociate
rather then engage

Still my rage is in here
looking for a breach
of all my multi intelligence
rage is the hardest to teach!

Let me take a moment
to navigate this maze
there's so much more to living
than some festering heated rage

No one need reminding
rage can be quite blinding
but I am not a complete slave
I will keep my rage
caged!
(and off your page)

Hyperactive all my senses
I can't shut my hunger off
I want to love all the women
I grow weary of battles lost

In sweet sunshine
I come alive
I run 'til out of breath
My heart beats wild
Mile after mile
Until there's nothing left

Laying down
I dream forever
Of a heart that beats
Like mine
Beneath dark skies
Here I lie
In the calamity
Of my rhymes
.......................

Run with the wild
Oh inner lost child
Flee 'till your heart's on the brink

Travel the stars
From the dash of cars
Hold your breath not to blink

Stellar waves of rhymes
Crashing through time
Abandoning ships once we sync

The eye within our minds
So bloodshot sublime
On the thin ice of a galactic ice rink...

How shall we contend
With emotional unrest at large
Leading us down
Roads of  madness
Coupled with delusions
Of grandeur
Holding on to beliefs
Worth dying for...

It is a very unstable world
Yet as Neil Peart once wrote
The city seems calm
In this violent sea...