Men and even some Women meet in
over weight and over fragranced,
obnoxious groups.

All wearing the same colors like mutant
cheerleaders or
under achieving private school kids.

The food they eat is greasy and their conversation is
nothing but repeating what their
television screen had already told them .

Men argue over numbers and Women try to still
look cute while dressing in mens
athletic gear looking like fools
with their hair done.

The more Beer they drink the more
screaming they do at two
dimensional people
on a huge television screen
who can't hear them.

And they call this entertainment .
I call it insanity, the worst kind of sickness.
A sickness that no one's aware enough or awake enough,
to ever know they have.

Maybe its my thoughts wondering close
enough for her to feel me thinking of
those better days.

Its what's inside that attracts her.
Like a shark to bloodied water
or a gentle Moth to a deadly flame.

She knows when my heart goes
weak and my mind is preoccupied
with the visions of her when
we were both at our best.

I was the young fool who
fell head over heels in Love
with all of her.
Even the parts I knew were
bad.

That same beauty who still
finds the time throughout the years
to find her way back.

She stays only long enough to
be missed once she
leaves again for good.

Sat down and broke bread with the
men in long white lab coats
and the women with
their hair in high, tight buns.

She kept her spectacles on when
ever we made love.

High heels clacking against
shinny waxed marble floors.

Dare there be a sound more
romantic to my ears.

The rays fall from the sky
onto the sea of people below.
  They do what they are meant to do .
And they do nothing more.

Another world another life.
A million promises with
nothing to look forward to.

You live as you die the goal
is to avoid the rains and
stay looking beautiful
as you do it.

Have you realized
its the waters.
All that is beyond is
as so below.

A whale's song could be
heard for miles.
An ocean wave can
stretch across our world.

Water forms in everything
it fills the glass,
cools the drink, it grows the
Hemp and the Pumpkin Squash.
It cleanses the soul while
hiding the  Gods.

Ever wonder why the sky is blue.
Why the rains are so sacred
and why the sky is blue.

It could take your breath
and give you life.

The rains that fall
are the heavy laden tears
of the dead and drowning .

With so many lies
and so much deceit.

I began to question
this thing called truth.

This glorious thing
that so many have
been deprived of.

The lies have ruled for
so long now most know
no other way.

The truth has become
what so many refuse
to believe in.

The last I heard
she was headed across
the desert
to a waiting job and
new found friends.

She stopped calling
when I suggested
she came back home.

Turns out she was
lost with
no real friends and
a monkey on her back.

Alone the way she
wanted it to be.

Dancing under the
neon lights
for the lonely men.

Somewhere in the
City of Sin.

Its all in the experience.
From the flower  petals
a child tosses before a bride,
to the rain water the ****** used
to get himself well again.

The Pills you thought
were good for you.
And the woman who took
all she could from you.

It makes up the hours
you spent locked away.
And those Golden days
when you had
her and she needed you.

Set here upon the Earth
to wonder, to grow.
To believe in the lies while
only dreaming of the truth.

Men as leaders set
forth the course
to keep the lies as truth
and the world as round.

Reach that age of understanding
survived their Wars
and their Drugs.
Just to be cast
aside for believing
in the truth.

Fell hard and lingered
at the bottom.
Picked up a book
and buried a friend.
Took the time to add it
all to my experience.

Watch me as
I grow.

The only way for recreation
is by spending more time
on  recreation .
Do what it is
that makes your
heart happy.

Beneath the shade of
the swaying Palm Fronds
I block out the cities worth
of screaming sirens.
And take the time to add it all
to this.
Whats left of  my Experience.