It's a framed picture;
A framed one.
It takes up the wall.
Leaving nothing for anything else.
Sometimes
An image
Says everything it needs to,
Without,
Words.

A brace holds her arm.
It was broke
Just before the last morn.
When she nods,
She says she wants what she wants.
I took her hand too soon - not ready,
Souls to feverish to elope.
Thick clouds form overhead yeah?
Raincoat. Fresh paints. Fresh love.

Another chance.

You know I've had a million chances
To be in The Sun
With you?
We've laughed through a million tidal waves;
A trillion battle cries;
A silly amount of cake or pies.
I've regretted nothing for I've changed identity...
Melded them of sorts....
And If I were to ask my future self
From my past self
The reason for love and how to hold it,
I would say:

"To be. To be thee and the other. To be one in stead of two."

And you'd nod and I'd nod,
And the whispering wailers on thin tree branches
Would sing their old song of indecipherable infinity so,
We'd laugh, giggle, carefree run free,
Take Italian love songs for grants mixing love potions with real potions,
Never understanding place, name, or space.

See the leaf fall.
It rests upon the ground.
We've all got our homes.
What doesn't matter now,
Will matter soon.
We smile.
We laugh.
We enjoy the company
Of the man
Without a hat.

All light comes through and I see the frothing beauty of 2011.
She mentions something I vaguely remember.
She says something like, "When numbers were true,
They all were written with ones...they were all written elevens."
It's true that no one ever really knows what they're talking about

(maybe scientists)

But she mumbled these words
And I knew

I knew

That all is lost for the future but, not
To

Give up.

Because giving up is
Like saying
You're not excited for the next day,

And the one

After that.

And, to be honest,
I can't really relate to that.

Don't ask me

Why.

Too far to see the death of dusk.
Too close
To feel the birth of dawn.
My heavier self knows itself
Far better
Than my lighter self.

Weight, in its multitudes,
Is one way of recognizing one's existence
Yet, in that burden,
So does the sorrow of its influence.
The weight of being,
The weight of loving,
Of regret,

Is both a realization and
A defining characteristic
Of one's self (if one is interested in such things)
Showing how true our wings,
Or lack thereof, are eternally clipped until
God decides whether we deserve them
                                                                     or not.

I told myself
I wouldn't lie

I told myself
I wouldn't cry

I told my myself
I'd try and try and try

But you came into my life
Like a flash of light through the black
What you took from me
I could never dream of getting back

A sigh
To exhale

The nothing
I feel

Indifference is a
Human
Disease

When the problem
Addresses the judge and jury,
And your guilt is as plain
As the stain streaked
Across your sullen hand,
Take no haste - there ahead the reaper stands

I seek no embodiment of peace
I venture for no land to lease
I want only for my lips to reach
A fair lady to smile with and kiss

We'll go down away from those city sounds
Far off and past those muted hounds.
Down where a running river
Is made of mercurial gold;
Where nothing is bought
And nothing is sold.

Where I make my money
Does not make me who I am.
The sand does what it does,
Letting its actions be its purpose.

Some are meant to live for good.
Others are meant to live for evil.
Whose to judge who should be stopped
And who should continue?
All in the name of whatever feeling or belief you've been bought into,
Seeking shelter and their endless refuge.

Can you be shaped?
Can you be won over?
How much will it take
Until you've sold out another?

Seeing double through the sad song
One foot over the hill as the bullets sing
A breath a fresh air - the last of the day
Dreams are the best place to go
When you've not much to say

A subject
The problem
The role of job presents itself
Like a horse with one leg

We are
The men and women
Of the next 50 years

What would you keep?

What would you give away?

Loaves
Of dry bread
Rest on my
Dusty windowsill

Someone
Just said my name

I didn't answer them.

I'm worried about dust
Getting in the cracks and
Holes of the dry bread
On my windowsill.

Something tells it's going to happen.

Much like
Everything else
That's been going on
Lately.

What is that something?
Who is it?
Are we all just seers
Locked in our own perspectives?
Like horses with
Blinders on?

I think about money
I think about gold
I think about a white picket fence
Surrounding a manicured yard
With one of those silly garden gnome
And a flamingo with a Santa Clause hat on it

(It is Christmas time)

And then I think about a field
And I see a wolves den
And a birds nest
And a beavers dam
And a gopher hole

I see the roots of a redwood
Planted by the hands of the Gods,
Staking their land with their
Winding tentacles.

We've always done this.
Before we were even able
To call ourselves a "we"

Separation and conflict
As a species
Has always been so.

There is a truth, but
What we lack that the animals have not
Is respect.

They eat their neighbors
And the neighbor know
That this must be so.

What they take comfort in
Is they know the sun will rise
Again for them in the morning.

They do not think they deserve it,
For they fight to survive every day,
Losing brothers and sisters,
Siblings and spouses;

The loss is their payment for the light of the moon and the sun.

They earn it.

The dry bread on my windowsill has molded.
The once gray dust has turned green.
I waited for a bad thing to get better.
I waited for a bad thing to do the right thing.

I'll have to toss it
And bake
Another loaf.

A rare thing happens
For those who work
All day

Everyday

Without a break

They give themselves
Two weeks

Out of the year

Maybe a month
But they
Consider that lucky

And these working accept
That this is the way it is
Keeping their head down
To the ****** grind-stone

Nodding
Praying
Watching
Sleeping

Drinking
Occasionally
But never
Too much

Never enough
Time to sit back
To truly think

The feeling is not of pity
Or superiority
But more of wonder

The questions that are not
On the clear glass mirror
Hiding underneath the
Toilet boil drain that spins

Awake, but in a dream
In a dream, but not yet awake
Living though dying

Facing Death

So To Live

In Truth

Dying so to Live

In between
The choice of the knife
Or the razor
The bullet
Or the gun
Roads split in two directions
Two fates
Ode to past and present moments
That have been traveled before

We are the drifting wisps white with worry and anxiousness
We do no believe our fates
Mean only what the future
Deems important enough
To remember

Our Earth spins for itself
And we inhabit within that spin
That twirl
That curl of the God's fingernail
The hangnail of Hermes
The tip Zeus's bolt

Each mountain has vanquished
To quickly be
Reborn again
Each bird has soared through ****** meadow
We, we people
Are no different

And I see the light come through the tree tops
Grey yellow white azure blue
Hues of history repeating repeating repeated
Hands cracked with blood soaked eyes carry burnt dust atop shoulders
Of men to be mistakingly
Immortalized
By tools
They will never know of

The photo remains the same
We remain the same
And the Earth continues to
Whirl
Twirl
And
Curl

Shoot, shoot
I told myself to say
I got,
I got, ah
I got something tomorrow.

Who do I got?
Who do I got to
To belong to

Tomorrow?

Man, I wish I was talking to you.
I wish, I wish
I wish I wasn't talking to this muse

This lyrical, rhythmic cadence
That haunts like one of those dumb ghosts
Made of candle wax

And

Moon light.

That would be nice.

Wouldn't that be nice?

That would be nice?

That would be

Nice.

I swear I got some nice somewhere
Stay a while
Put a record on, or the Bluetooth sure sure
We got Spotify
Put something on
This silence is like stones against the window panes
And echoes pain's something
I don't need anymore of because shadows
Because shadows
Because shadows have tainted faces
I've loved for far too long
And far too little

Let me strive for
The clarity

Of love.

The clarity of desire.

Eleven hours past'
Since I left her nest'
Thorn thistles are whistling
I gotta' soul that won't listen

Tell me little darling
Are you the one I've been thinking about
Or is there something else
That's gotta come out?

Corner stores are empty
With our favorite fruit berry punch
I never was enough
Or ever that much

Long through the reeds which whistle naked and seethe
Toward a black horizon with no starry sky
Only the depth of the human lie

At last the point of knowing
Has reached its end
I can longer urge
To bend to send

Toward the peak of ego
Which breaks and lets me go
To and so far fro

Yellow lined start ups
Telling their substitutes
Their temporary
Absolutes

Knowledge dances in-abolished
With nothing holding itself back
But the collage of
All of it

Where the scream of the butterfly
Dances while it
Sighs

Weary word traveler
With the internet at hands,
What voice is there
But the trickling of grained' sand?

Where do you go
When you have no more paper
To pound your sorrows into stone?

To the mall
In the fall
Where you know (in secret) your already in the
Fall?

Or to the woods
Where you should
Put that ear down
To hear that sound?

Enough of the laugh riots
With the sight of the tight knits!
Enough with the misery pits
And all those pimply zits!

At last the scream of sanctifying ceremony is nowhere
Where the wings of fortitude don't exist in books
But in
Reality!

Saving the last note before the
Entrance
To paradise

The echo of one's
Pound
Share's the echo
Of one's
Sound

Seven told me its name
And I laughed out loud
Oh how I was so proud
There was a million things I should've said
Yes and a million things I shouldn't have done
One day I'll see
There ain't ever a thing as won
Were just a floating boat
Across one big fiery sea
With captives which scream "Save me!"
And captains which are grieving
I scratch these keys upon my hands
And I know inside my head
I got no ******* plan
There was a pain in the wind today
Something out there I just couldn't say
There was something in that women's eye
The way she held that sigh inside
I met a master in grey yesterday
He swayed that a' way when he said this that a' way
In robes he left and in robes he was born
He whispered to me "I'm just a gettin' bored"
I took a letter I wrote a couple days ago
And I sent it away as fast I did wrote
It had ideas that splintered like the leaves of a Fall forgotten
And a winter
That had never had a swollen snow a' fallen
Magicians weep with what this age has sneaked
For we are blinded by the buzz of an electronics bed
There was something yesterday,
I wish I could've said
Maybe it was the way her hair fell that way
Or those eyes that say "Don't stay"
Love will soon be the mystery that the crazies
Riff about
A theory that seems blurry and quite burly
Roses which bloom in winter white
And thorns which *****
The mightiest stork
A rebellion within the heart of man that cannot recognize
The size of the prize within these human eyes
Wrong deeds touching guilts weight
Bears a torment that only a man and women
Can converse in torment
A breathe from a master of prose & lyric
Every letter said from the mouth of pin point
Made him believe there was so much beauty in the
Sneeze
Apologize to the man beside you and hope
That he'll reside in your heart
For the rest of all time
An apple tree bloomed
When your heart grew to where you are
Now you stand
Alone and in the sand
With your eyes squinting youthfully onwards
There's got to be something out there

A tear from you
Turned me
Into a fool.
Oh' Alexia true, I'm to you
Like sunshine to the flower,
Like the wind to the sky.

I have two nickels and
A wish of two other dimes.
You crying, me sighing,
Oh' I know we don't have
Very much time.

But look forth, the sky is shining
Just for you and I.
The river too, it roars for you,
Just like the sky in its
Endless blue.

Pink bike in front of your porch.
You're the fire to my torch.
A night shimmering whites and blues,
With mother hen home stirring the stew.

A prayer for thought, hell, a quarter too.
The grass is green as can be, can you see?
But I know you'll be leaving in the morn' anyway.
People forget: Love you gotta' pay to play.

Thorny bush beside your bedroom window.
A whisper and a toss of pebble.
Oh' you know I'm not trying to get you into any trouble,
But these love songs of mine
Are too watery to remember.

Since we don't have many hours,
Let's look forward to the crystal tower.
Let's watch it stand, let's watch Her sing,
Wondering how we'll later take this pain away.

Notes of pressed records
Ring in my ear.
You're here with me baby.
You've got nothing to fear.

Sweet lilac of white.
Hold me closer, hold me tight.
Don't you throw it all away tonight,
That just wouldn't be right.

Wish the dusk to be dawn.
Keep your eyes open my fawn.
The wine we poured is still sweet,
Hand me your glass.
Here, I'll rub your feet.

Instead
Of classification
Simplify

For similarities
Uniting ego's
Destroying lines
Is the only way
We'll survive

Talking
Space Junk War Blues

I don't think
We'll ever
Make it out of this

The droning
Madness of Man's
Thought of
Selfless progression
Is too much

We can't even do
Earth
A continent
A country
A state
A county
A city
A block
A house
A room

Right.

Soon
Do we look to the stars
For distraction

Our rugs are innumerable.

But our dust,

Endless.

Input too faint in black to read
Setting horizon sizzling sputtering grease

Awakening fonts of lyrics past
As every hour washes the forward front
Of the modern word

When the timing is right
The feeling is wrong
And when the emotion is pure
The timing twisted

Luck is a fickle thing

Breeze of life smells of ocean orange
Tantric cool aid and hobo encampments
Construction goes on all night here
The nearer we get to death
The more some wished they'd lived

Another cloudy morning and
I touch the screen of my phone -
Smooth glass of volcanic obsidian -
Like the *** of a baby
Or a hook-up from high school day's past.

Inside finger tips electronic horns blast
A feather balances on the edge of my water glass
Instead of rain, I wish today for sun
Last fourth of July, instead of fireworks
I listened to the screams and shouts of popping guns

Tide takes back what was first Her's
Love is a God many have forgotten
But all, somewhere, still feel Him
Time has no control over the inner
Only the body, the shell, the capsule, the cage

Blood on the knife red droning silver
Another day another dollar
Hotel Utah hides in the Bay's fog
Nowadays, we can barely small talk

When the heart goes
That's the end

The muse leaves when She wishes
There are no guarantees
Discipline pushes, but that is the ego
The fight for perpetuation

In the sun my neck starts to burn
Sweat drops from my red face
To the black spotted sidewalk
And I take my time
I hurry up
And at the end of the hour
The work still wasn't enough

The thousandth breath
Murmurs within mirrors
Revealing the magic behind
The red velvet curtain

Seeing these ancestors with these jobs
Just like ours
Were just as miserable
As we are now

Some troubles don't change

Exhaling to escape the questions
Of fabrications bent for denial
We are our own creations
Watch as the movie reel turns
Only for our selfish souls

Chicken **** blood streaming in me
These are the *** marked memories of
The former man I see every now and again

He smiles and I smile
And I laugh and He laughs
And we remember ourselves, together once,
As we pause and look into the wind

These nests
They are heated from
Underneath
I trail along
See the sights
Breathe the air
Eat the food
Relish in the spirit of the towns
Stranger's faces like the
Bottom of scratched nickel's, clicking
Their tongues for reasons of judgement
They were born with

Aching
We see the night
Watchmen **** the innocent
With nightsticks

The moon trickling its brilliant crying light
Upon the damning landscape
Painted with what we've learned to accept

Ten years

Eight minutes

Three seconds

We are beckoned
To live frequent
Belligerent lives
Swinging twisted fists
Screaming in silence
Taking every drop of
Blood to the bank

Building up the fire

For the long
Cold

Winter

Pen marks on my face from a mirror mirage
Nothing left here but a broken down bar
Upstairs the landlord is rubbing his feet
And tonight I don't got no one to meet

A little voice said to me "walk this way"
"I got a nice place for you that you can stay"
Lead feet an' a cracked back I began to walk
But sooner then later it was the Devil in full stalk

Unicycle riders smile as the shrouded night rider
Flies right through the sky
Either I'm living in the real world
Or I'm to dumb to abide

Sister I like the way you lick your stamps
Make them nice and flat dark and damp
Maybe one day we could go steady
Thumbs up when your good an' ready

Hair on my chest and a lump in my heart
Where would you even want me to start?
I shake my head when I look to the moon,
Why oh why can't I be you?

Summer sister sends her love to the minister
A blank verse cursed eye lids pursed
Ten dollar attraction for 5 cent of a fraction
Love a friend dies like the fog of the early morning
Friends forgive themselves after they have left the home stead
Snow melts as slow as milk molds further
Centimeter sticks of solute
Streets where I was not born
Streets where I am headed full horned
Pious pity for the peasants which we all are
Scribbling for forgiveness from our dear Lord
A man unseen unheard and not to be feared
The way of the law is the way of us all
Nature needeth not the glaring eye of suspicion
The heat the head the fingers the release
The treasure of might that relieves all the stresses of the week
Of the calender
Of the foghorn of maliciousness throughout this plagued and misfortunate world
I can't take it much longer I've got to see the world
The scope of the time lapse trembles underneath the eye of a child
Underneath the fingernail of God
Skyscrapers screaming for justice for they were built by the hands of the over fed
The overworked
The tricked and the deceived
I cannot go on if this is how it all is for the rest of time
Pie eating contests with cherry filled hormones
Hot dog churches eyes bursting the soul lifeless and thirsty
These people were born into a life not embraced and unbred
Now with the hour striking double midnight
The raven cracking his beak on my skull
The water dripping like the falls I've never seen
Bursting flames of white torrent flush underneath the whisper of God's hush
To be here to be there to be anywhere underneath the sky's glare
We are specks of conversation left at the dinner table
With a red lipstick kiss and a number
A frown and a glint of the flirtatious eye
Women and men living together in imperfect harmony
Lies that lay alive and writhing and seething and high and mighty breathing
These friends of mine whom I hold dear are getting much older
As am I
As am I and yet the sky
The bright blue egg crack yellow sky
Rests in infinite
Youthful
Romance

Broken battalions line themselves up
Break neck speed for histories
A broken bottle blood red
More then you've ever said

Truth tears itself all apart
Limb from limb from limb
Heads roll through the soul
Eyes glaring all in red

A repeat offender of ***
A reminder of the best
Things to come aren't always
What they thought they'd be

Enough of the jogging memories
With the hippity hoppity *******
These times are moving quick
How many sticks to beat?

Long trailing roads that blast
At last prance and dance
A mediocre trial by fire
Lost letters of money's desire

I read one night about the ancient Greeks
And their ways
Of getting in touch
With the touch of Gods;

A God's touch.

Ethylene scientists believed,
Or
Deduced or
Gathered or
Came to the conclusion of.

Whatever it was,
It was official.

And I believed them.
It was in the text.
If it's not in a book, what is it in?
A book is a sole tome
Of resistance. It holds
Scattered souls wrapped in
Undefinable, unbreakable truth.

Granted, it may sound like
Scaled fish on a bridge in the
Middle-Madness of Summer
(Underpants stuck to the Legs
And Your Breath Smelling like
The ***** of ***** Feet)
But the book, as it always will,
Will survive.

The book burns
At the same degree
Of the human spirit -

No degree.

Survival, for better or worse,
Is in our
Biology.

If there is no tomorrow,
There is no today.

I saw the Greeks in my fine book that day.
They showed me an ancient woman
Huffing great huffs from Mother Earth
To see a vision of Her birth, not His.

He stole Her offering
And I will never forgive him.

And come at me with didactic
Beginnings and etymology of creation.
It's just like a man
To want to possess
Rather than claim the rightful heir

To no one or nothing.

I read one night about the stones
Those women
Slept on to become
The guides of scared men
Lustful for power

But too lazy
To suffer for it

How far we've come, I said
To the stars
Who I had no hand

In ever teaching

How to shine.

Blue stricken moon hanging like I still do
In time breathing out loud
But hearing inside
Not a thing
Torrents of the ringing roar
Heard eternally through time
Another list of souls lost
In the fray of the unknown
Listen to the stream outside of thine window
Remember the miracles of life
And be not distracted by the highlights of seemingly obvious lights
There were memories I tried to forget
Through every minute spent with the other
Until late
I am not here
I've been gone
But where...but where?
In another place where lights illuminate in uncanny cliches
A magic unbeknownst to the physical eye
Awake and moving like a ghost through the thick thicket
Mirroring the masters, everything that they've done
I hope to not be forgotten in this time
It is so easy though
Oh' so easy
To forget where one came from first
Adventures of lore with dragon, typhoons and high mountains
Force my mind to forget myself once again
And through the trails lined with blinding yellows
Orange flares that take away all despair
Red that bleeds onto my feet, up my body
Beating me into a submission of pure paralysis
Tonight there are colors that never have been seen by any man
Any child
Any woman
Any land
Tonight, in the deep gloom of the world in blink
I see things that, at first, I never would have believed
To keep these things inside of me
Is like caging the Phoenix and all of its ancient majesty
Passing me on the street
You'd never guess to think
That there is a brick wall bout' to break
Right on the pushing brink
For I am in every passerby, every stranger, every numerical remainder
I lay in the forest surrounded by angels, nymphs and majesty
And lo' I am too naive to believe in God
The uncreating creator
The uncreating un-creator
Creatures of the habit that pass time by working through time
Rippling rips through my skin, passes through my hair
I hear the whisper of a mare, faint yet still fare
Walking through the trees I believe
That there is another way in dignity to be
Not in front of these flashing bulbs
Or fuming with the unimagined, false unknown
Touching a dark spot on a lover's top
Seeing she's there but soon will not be
Already gone away from me, in the eyes and all her beauty
The rats that nibble away at pride, at honor, owning their dishonor
Allows me to run faster
Then any winged' bee
Because there is no second to be wasted
In a world that believes there is
Change is upon our place of reckoning
And God is nowhere to be found
Yet I speak of him often
I find it hard to truly see
Because when the children pass, small and young
I see faces that were once in mine
But the minions of stories unknown but inside
Will soon wash up on every single one's tide
A beach of wishing with sea shells shining
The pressing lake front and all of its lapping grunts
Today I see the faces
Tomorrow perhaps I won't
Today there were the races
Tomorrow I grip my laces
For the day outside of me still rests inside somewhere
As if a received sickness unwanted but still bared
Where guidance is nothing but a trick of the leaders wishes
Electronic flagpoles but nothing more
Then the eyes of the blind mole
Burrowing deeper and deeper into the minds of man
Listening to their holy absolutist plan
And the secret will die when the hands of the master
Grips the throat of all who let them
Yes the secret of the mystery will soon perish with information
Science may reign, like a heavy acid rain, all upon this land
Where to be but cast out to sea?
Among the place that still holds infinite miles of cankerous depths
Where fishes still know how to pray with their fins and their gills
Among the monsters of the deep, they play in pure naturality
Cause' the cause is so strong when it touches bone
Chips away at the guilt which seems to weigh a million pounds
Where the whiskey doesn't taste as good anymore
And age perches itself upon all the young one's shoulders
Like a volcano on the verge of catastrophic smolder
And the heaviness of the heaving hipsters
Grabs wings of music that blast from every corner
Lifting them for moments which feel like forever
But still inside the soul is seething and wheezing
At last the forth coming night has shielded me from the storm
I am feeling what it is called to live in form
But soon
I know
I will get restless and bored
And search for a new
Room and board

When the finish line is
Rigged and your friends have all
Gone and your out on the
Street with no one to meet
Take an eye for an eye and
A tooth for a tooth for the
Booth will be empty except for
You and your lady blues

Now at the start of the flick
You won't be able to catch a
Lick but the girl sitting next to
You praises your new daises
But don't get too bloated for
They are just words
Remember it ain't your mind itching
It's just the pop of the stitching

The innocent are the ones who get
Crushed as the larger then lifers squeak
By like the oil neath' the car door or
The policy papers written by the rich for the poor
The pain in the minds man is weighed
By the line of men and women who have paid and
The sorrow in the backs of their eyes shows
More expectation then blunt ruthlessness

Seperated from the crowd that
Were born anew and anew lo' proud
Each one makes their small sound
As the band breaks apart and
The ship sails as though flying
Through the storm weathering through

No idea where the year threw up on the beach
For the sneak with the feet makes us all geeks
And whoever made out with the gold now knows
To sell it to the king and queen and her molds
For what is foretold in history is a line of misery where
Peasant filled minds never have any sense of time

But in the past months I have heard
That you were here clad in beauty full and clear
Your eyes still wet from the rain and the fog
Your heart still with me like a faithful servant dog
Oh' careening lady how your smile penetrates me
Makes me second guess a life lived loveless of breath
And how you move through the tall thicket of green
Naked you run your reflection showing elusive in the stream

Now in the heat of our neon green sheets
I see with your eyes though they are not here with me
Out the window a baby bird chirps in its nest
I always would wander far so to see what I could
What truly is best are questions writ in wood
But lets go away from here where I can't bear
Now is the time to start my stride like the oceans fateful tide

These life of shadows
Up against the wall
These church bells
Never stop ringing
When did you become
So ******* brave?

Listen to the voice
In your heart.
They were there with you
From the start.
Nothing is too loud.
Nothing is too short.
Pass me the bottle
I don't care
If it's the ******* port

Where did all the money go
Dear Margie Maggie May?
I'm up against the wall this time
And I'm all out of my rhymes
The seams are twitching
The dog is barking too
The knife sharpener is crying
Telling me he's planning
To run me the hell through

It's ok
If I end up alone
There is nothing
But the inevitable
Clicking drone
Of man escaping bone

And though the boughs
Of the ship are splintered,
Tattered and ripped to shreds,
I could see solitude
Being a better route for
The work.

Ah...
The work.

The *******,
Holy moly,
Angels in flight,
God sneezed and let out
A ****

Work.

There is nothing but the accident
Of birth
And the inevitability
Of death.
Everything in the middle
Is a matter of choice
And dealing with the cards
One was dealt.

Everything is the singing
Bell of lady luck upchucking
Her own glory, given to her
By peoples need to believe

The ease of the word
Confounds the sparrow.
What do you need
But something to hope for?
The light
At the end of the tunnel
Bounces in sight
Like a drunken kangaroo.
We drive around like
Mad worms searching for the
Darkest hole with the richest dirt.
A grand home in a walled off
Community where no hell
Could ever get in, even if it tried.

We probably should
have died that day.
The way the wind took
Through the trees like
Albany albacores in the wintery
Sheen of stars.
It didn't matter how many shoes
Were along the rafters.
No thought was where it had
Been lately.
A hug was worth 2 cents
Until I found her.

It's too bad
Nothing ever
Lasts.
Instead of silence
Instead of words
There is just noise and
Distractions.
I can take a beating
Like anybody else
Let the body bleed
A little bit.
Nobody wins
All we're seeking
Is a moment of levity
Before the
Break
Of the Big Wave.

As long as
The Ride
Is the way
You want it -
Let it ride.

Even

Th
e le
av
es

Gr
ow tir
ed

O

f

Falling

Personal memories that linger on the edge of forgiveness
Sit heavy on minds that are relentless
A silly blue dove that flies in the sky away
With a secret that saddens every one of us
A provision and a problem mixed all with transfusion
Beauty that detects its own solemnity
Tells itself it is ok.
Crashes against itself like some ancient book
Upon some ****** shelf
Yeah that date that made the mate feel an elation
Where the tiburons buried their 39 sons together in a mournful wake
Waking for all the wrong reasons in a house made of sticks and spots
That a dog had dropped all along the neighborhood parking lot
Bill mad hate always was so ******' late
Inspired to corrupt himself within the carnival fields
Of masked men marrying themselves to an image
Distorted with membership to clubs gated and wounded and founded
Again
In confusion
A literary agent with security cameras attached to the torsos
Told me
"There is always more so, especially in California"
Where the Ker-o Ker-o played
And the marmit sisters were made
Where the Galli fast paced listeners
And the Hager with her blisters
Where the streets curved all the way to the hot east west
A mixture of healing tonics along with the river bend erotics
Power penetrating the hot ***** grinder Simone belters
As ye who make me who I am
Am nothing without the sound of the universal plan
That universal mam a jam
That hippity hop madness clap
All along the corner stone littered in gritty gold
Mad love between the bad luck crew
Living a life they seemed they never believed to choose
A took that right hang along the way
As she took my left
And we walked around these naked river bends
Saying this a' thing and that
Ain't nothing but the blue mockery misfortune
When she comes around me house
Ain't nothing but the blue corn row corners
When she is a knockin' on my door
Ain't it true, ain't it true, ain't it true
I can't live with you
Nor
Can I live without you

Fire inside me
Try and take me
I'll break you into a million pieces
Maybe even set you free

Forget what you knew about what you worked so hard to know
Skies are cracking, the Earth is dying, and I'm just sighing inside
Good night to the moon, remember that fairy tale?
Oh, who knew the high white moon was lying to you?

These pebbled beaches are burning my feet
Everyone around me is telling me to be neat
I laugh in their face and spill water in their drink
Their scratching their head hard, struggling to think

Absolutist minds kick themselves in the end
Mr. N taught me something as well as my brother Big Ben
So if your around let that lady know
Tonight I'll be working in the late night snow

Positive as I walk down the depths of 4th street
Watching Keats break bread, lacing up his leather cleats
Bobbing up & down in a purple vest made of gold
Frowning hearts are lady love's true mold

Color's that blinded me in my youth are now looking beautiful
All I got are my hands, a pen, and a will to stay dutiful
Attack me with all you got and I'll leave you dead in the sand
Rush me now, head down, and I'll bury you in this "unified" land

Farewell to the beats that once were heard round' the world
Forget the way things were because the doom is in the swirl
Aftermath rejects sit late after school with a narrow minded hate
I'm setting a mental note of my soon to be release date

I don't tell people
What I'm

Reading

I don't want them to
Know
What's inside

My head
My heart
My other soul

Can people have two souls,
or just one?

Who says?

Who told me / you so?

The other
Day / month / year / forever
I told the world
Nothing -

Felt great about it

Because so many of us
So so many of us

Really have nothing to give to the World

Except ourselves
Not words (oh' infallible, intangible, superfluous words)
That are nothing but mechanized
Weapons of Ego
Torment and
Typhonic heart

I would trade change for a word

Any day

I would trade this poem

For you

Everyday

Through the ins and outs of yesterdays
Where rain fell and one couldn't get to say
How they knew where they should be
If they walked and in the end couldn't see

No land is not for the given man
And plan is ever set in the sand
I've been alone to many times this year
And the fear is here most times too clear

Each hour she wakes she works for crooks
Who take her money her soul and her worth
And I watch with eye as I cry and pry
For a reason for teasin' this promise we tied

Now alone I sit with bits of pearl
Telling myself its the theft of the world
And I see her as she sees me
Every night in dark I write the next cree

So, so long to thought and promise and sons
Were all soft dough and soon to be buns
The belt is brown with holes engraved
Were taught to live as well as behave

Each voice I knew embodied its own rhythm
Lived on this earth as if it were the cataclycsm
Fought for their voice by horse not a choice
Streets filled with bills of unmatchable skill

So sleep she does in harmonies eye
Our voices reach a pitch every time we fight
Light hits the post as she boasts her work
My dinner is cold as rust builds on the fork

Now in these hours that wake with the dawn
She careens and cries just like a new born fawn
I wake and rise for the tide of the snake
Each quake she speaks steps me back as she takes

Under this sky my lie is shown bright
Caught in the sight like the sky with its kite
Pebbles do whisper with the cold of the season
Night meetings alone loves gluttonous feasting

As the fast wave breaks in foam on the roam
My pack is empty as my feet peddle the stone
Her eyes here inside me tear me limb to limb
Shaken and started each hour begins again

She tells be of the bell as I purr feeling felt
Every time in the dime she peddles as she knelt
Oh, babe my eyes are weary as my soul is too
What are we babe when love ends, what are we to do?

I have no answer hear but queer is my steer
Direction has no name only temporary revere
Where names are the same and time is not involved
Licking the lips of a life never resolved

So put off from the start of the way it always was
Whispering to a wall that crawls with a pause
Hills wave with the tide as my eyes push away
I wish that I could see her but me, no, I can't stay

Nor my mind is either broken or the body is gone too
Each hour that ticks away is a time I think of you
Houses blink on and off with their lights as if to say
Go back to her, its alright, trust that its all ok

The laborers breath with the soot and their sighs
As the bank tellers weep looking for a ride
Night falls on the eyes of the villagers
The moon cries out, "I'm bound to get sillier!"

And through the open fields laced in brown and gold
Little children run not doing what they are told
Defiance in reliance for the good of the way
There is no toll here, there is no reason to pay

Now as the sun starts to rise with shallow pride
I take my rucksack to the door book on the side
Little laughs of paths make way for new direction
I watch the TV with the same news, dual for election

And were all lost in the life of circus mirrors
Reflecting the new trying to make us believers
With the mist that carries through the open range
And the fact in the matter then few ever change

No ones got
Staying power

The flowers
Have long been wilted

What we've got to give
Is nothing compared to
When one wants to live

Foreign careers
Along ancient walkways

Shop windows
Tinted with dust and soot

The man alone
On the street
Cleans his boot
With a toothbrush

She left me with a snicker,
A whimper, and a hoot

What do I miss
About the past?

Nothing, and
Everything.

Who are we but the
Products of the past
All struggling
To be different, to be better
From it?

Dead meat underneath me.
Worms in the ground.
The war of the worlds
Mixes with the morning birds;
An apocalyptic sound.

Try to disprove the meaning of life

And

Someone will soon be along to build
Another house of cards.

I've got no secrets.
I've got no answers.
I've got no ways to cope
Through the good and
Hard times.

Persevere?
For what?
To see another day?
A day similar
To the same?

Through the thick trees sits a dimly lit house.
Inside are two children, a silent husband, and an earnest wife.
The husband works while the two children and wife stay home.
They've nowhere to goto, nowhere to roam.
Why go anywhere when the world outside
Is only concerned about their military and their pride?

Outlandish friends cornered
Like frogs in Steinbecks pond.

I should really
Just go back to school.

Rather serious
Out here.

Maybe I'll get a teaching gig
Giggling at kids who
Think I'm funny because of my face.

Everyone needs a failure
To work at never being.

Everyone needs a loser
To rally their future against.

Everyone needs
To make
A buck.

Crossroad horizon colored purple blue and burned
Sister sadie purrs as the register drawer rings
And the horses all gallop and dash entrancing the sun.

A naked flower forms meteors in metered time.
When I was nineteen I lost every single fear.
Tear away the fabric, rip away the sheets, open up the signs;
There just ain't enough time in this world to be unkind.

Understand thy fellow brother.
See their shining God as ye' see yours.
Another night away from her
Is like being shot down double musket undeserved.

A lonesome river runs through the mountains gate.
A man who believes in himself understands that fate
Is neither fair or generous, only a state
That cannot be meddled with or stripped to debate.

Golden fawn springs from the bush to the forefront.
Twilight salutes in a dutiful stunt.
When I don't love, I don't live.
And when I don't live, I don't deserve to be.

Crystal bells, silver whistles and jade scorpions
They hang like a gang from my rooftop.
Apricot juice, dandelion wine, and attic finds
Are all a child's dreams until they stop.

Day here, day gone.

She complains about life, as
I wonder about the knife
Which Macbeth did hold,
Flashy like a maroon marigold.
Was it silver or was it a copper mold?
There are some secrets in this world
That should never be told.

Brown sister holds her books tight to her chest.
Her brother has been lost to some kind of quest.
The yellow ball sits on the edge of the corner pocket.
She grips in her hand an old rusty locket.

Near the Richmond train and the Sacramento river
Sits a dead man with eyes spilt into a frown.
His wife left him one morning to marry his brother John,
And he sits, waiting there for his soul to come along.

Abandoned love's color is that of a charcoal dove.
The bones of the pure cannot be broken or charred.
Blanket of stars partake in the ceremony of the monkeys.
I see the shaman and he's dressed as if he aims to be wed.

Oil on the streets. There's oil on my hands.
There's oil everywhere around us, but in the land.
Can't see through these eyes of mine anymore.
Can't breathe through this mouth or nose of mine neither.
Somethings telling me I've got to change my point of view,
Though where to start, I haven't a clue.

I like this place.
I like what I can do.
But some days,
I just feel cruel and I
Act like a drunken fool.

There's a place I can smell in my dreams, in my sleep, when I feel what we truly have.
And when it goes away, the only thing I can manage to feel is 6 feet down low and sad.
Let's get out of this place as soon as we can. I'll pack the bags and you pack the animals.
Out on the islands, away from all of man, we'll live by the eastern wind unplanned.

Clock strikes the fortieth page of the hundredth book of the eighth king.
The day man truly dies is when he forgets how to sing.
I cannot elope my mind to the calculations of times subtractions of the body.
Either everyone comes,

Or nobody.

Blank stones
Cast out
Sun stroked
Another day at the mall.

My old crush
Always
Knew how to reserve
What was working
For them in secrecy.

Then,
I remember a little breakfast
Where brushstrokes became
Preservations of my present self's
Musings; to live in the past
Is to live in love

As a court jester with

Oneself as King.

Memory,
Recollections,
Do-tells that make
And weigh
The present self

Yet imagine,
How much of a **** you'd be,

If you never held.

Imagine
Existing
In the
Unbeing at the cost of

Never seeing your

First best

Friend

Again.

I couldn't do it,

Dear Hayes.

Touched the handrail.
Coughed a second.
Rob told me he was meeting me.
Nowhere to be found.

I smoke a cigarette
Cause I'm in New York
But I don't smoke.

I'm happy
With a break
That she's happy.

Today I met a man
That meant a man
Would be someone
They'd believe in

I'm out of touch
With touch
So touch
Is a weaponized
Reciprocate
Of false will

Making stories
For

******.

Connected to the forefront of a former friend
Who says they thought they once knew you
So you drop that hat that once was tight
And your soul dances due to a serious fright
At this hour when the homeless weep
And the ruined men of this year in the thousands
Sweep up the dust from the voice that you just bought
Lost in a sea of sorrow for the corners are jagged
Jesuits say they pray for me but I got nothing to do
Back and forth through the former of the friends
Left at sea for the deprived are deepening
I saw the hour clock strike twas' midnight so straighten
Closeted clones shiver with a fear
That I ain't ever gonna go near
All these horn dogs with their ears bleeding and their mouths torched
Tell me that this place was a meteor touched down at most
Here ye' song and hear ye' mother sing
There is a storm coming fast so grab your trinkets and rings!
I remind my mind of a lost tune in time
No rhyme but the siamese cats are looking rough
Children lost sitting in a desert that ain't flush
Minute after minute I'm trying to lose my stuff
Loneliness stands on a pedestal dragged down by the weight of the day
Hanging her head loose the noose grips tight don't try to look sad
Kindling for the kind and food for the fine
Heading out west cause' I'm looking for a burning nest
Where the streets are lined with the destitute prime
Signs which point up down left right and other crimes
Force me to lay down my arms my robes and try to get to know
Lost for you are the voice of another not here but elsewhere
Moon for thought white with heat try to beat me mother
I will not abandon you for another
But mention this time to me again
And I'll have start in on my misbehave

Doubtful of the future
As our wooden furniture
Creaks and cracks
Like wounded soldiers sutures

House on the edge of the water
The Earth shows to
Only be getting hotter
Heaven may only be a starter

I've asked all my questions
Meandering in drunken perspiration
The moon hangs laughing
Behind my back
Where I was before this
I can't keep track

Trams, metros, terror colored in streetlights
All souls around me barely giving off light
Piano man plays with broken fingernails
Screaming he's guiltier than all that is wrong or right

Could have beens
Would have beens
Should have beens
Sticky black tar regret

Stare at the sun and
Unveil the lie they've
Been telling you all along

I wrote something
That looked like something
That came before
I wrote that other something

And when I read that something
And read the other something
Both seemed to be about
Nothing and nothing
As well as
All of the above

Staring at the stove top
She lays upstairs in bed
Silence atop these fingertips
Secrets flying high
In this unstrung kite

A cloud stubs his toe
The sun makes His move
I feel like a real man
Acting like I have a plan

Too fast some days
Other days
Too slow

Proving routine
Is the curse of the
Owner's of the silver spoon

I hang on the edge of
A smooth, round beer bottle

My hardened fingertips
Show to be slipping

I'm lost in a sea of forgiveness
Frantically keeping my head afloat
While smiling to myself that I left
The life vests tied upon the boat

My need for revenge has
Sunk into The Black Sea
Bitterness was such a boring feeling
Like an old ring I was always wearing

I hand out my pleases
Like ripped off store candies
Everybody's got their maybes ready
I look at my hand and see its steady

This day
This month
This year or so away
From home is
Showing me

Only I

Know where I need to go

Let the snow fall
The government post what they will
High up where we can't reach on the wall
All will be remembered
All will be forgiven one day

The last man to laugh
Will be
He who believes not

In His own trap

We knew not where we were going, only that we were going. People looked at us as if we were ghosts, as if were figments of their imagination. I would order toast and coffee at those diners along the 1 down to LA and those backroad waitresses would stare at me in a kind of genuine disbelief, almost making me think I wasn't real. Perry, she said she woke up one morning, I don't know where we were or how we even paid for the room, but she said she looked in the mirror after waking from some TM sleep trick she was ******* around with, and said she only saw half of herself. I asked her what the hell she meant and she said it was like looking through a linen sheet hanging on laundry line with the sun bright behind it. Like I was fading right before my very eyes, she'd said in a fo' southern bell accent. She shrugged and laughed as she finished putting on her cherry red lipstick, smelling of apricot jam and American Spirit cigarettes. Maybe that's what happens when you're moving as far and as long as fast as we were: you start to fade.

Thorn bush
Orange and fire
Red
Sits pretty
And
Still with a
Fall snow

Her hair falls on
Her right shoulder
She has fallen in love
Yet she does not
Feel the sweetness of it
Yet

Across
From
Her
Stands a man and
His dog

The dog fetches a stick
The man
Did not throw

They glance at each other
Through a fate
Neither will admit
To believe in

Stubborn men
Stubborn women
Stubborn people
Who run from
Fates unconditional love

Light leaks as though spilt from a glass
Are you just the last?
It asked.
Paige mentioned this would probably happen
Paging Doctor Left Over Hearts
Are you there dear?
Are you ready to start?
Electro magnetic heat wave micro chip revolution
And you were only thinking of a solution?
A potion to this mess where children
Will soon be calling their mother short of blessed!
Real winners reek the benefits as well as shine their shoes
Showing there is truly everything to lose
Once you have coined the BIG one
Thirty two hearts
Thirty one flavors
Try not to recall
Any favors

So the soon
Fermented grapes of
Insane wrath

Pile on top of me
And
Weigh me down

In the streets and
While I lay in bed
Trying to dream

I am accused
From within myself

As
Shattering stars
Stranded reflect the dancing
Ageless of the universe

Down below
Lain on the Vlatva, above
Karlovy Most
They dance freely

Pockets filled with stolen
Fish weights, the men robbed
Napping, shoulder to shoulder,
Both their poles bobbing up and
Down with the steady current

I cannot find myself here
The voice trails off
Mind melts off like afternoon fog
Sheets wet with sweat
A tremor of fear up my neck

I hear a dog bark
Down below my window
I am alone now
I always have been in my way

And its bark sounds like my cry
Within these words

A familiar shock to the system
Hair on ends, eyes wide, filled
With the tears only old friends could make
When they made me laugh

The danger is all gone
Open bullet wounds filled with
Rusty red and orange
Hot flesh underneath hotter sun
Apprehending the mind, preventing it
From turning over to black

Quick fixes we have for ourselves
A naked glance down a dark alleyway
Dimly lit souls cast in a light
Mother used to warn us about
What Father always seemed to be around

Swallowing hot, tasteless sweat
There is a frown upon my face, but
A smile inside my mind

Redwood trees rocking themselves to sleep
The Pacific dressing herself with the
Lights of San Francisco, the incoming fog
Preparing herself for a night
Like every other night

Beauty in nature's devoted routinely cycle

Wisps of brown mixed grey gather
Around the silver metallic drain
The hard truth of morality bouncing
From the four harder walls of reality

But, the blind
Accordion player plays on

Hocking his wears for passerby's
Who do not notice him,
Their dogs seemingly more interesting

His music trailing off into the
Cacophony of car horns gelled with
Radio stations, cabbie confessions, and
Syphoning cigarette perfume
From backseat driver's who don't give a ****

The weight on top of me
In the street
At my work
In my work and
Out on the street again

That weight
Heavy
Smelling of fresh black tar
And typewriter ink

The finger's weak with thought of inspiration

Each idea a birth, as well as a death

Nature's idea of human will
Tricking us to never give up
Never admitting defeat to benefit her
Us the fish and she the lure

And in this time between light and dark
Thought and unconscious
Each minute showing on my clock to be an hour
I continue not for her, but for my own power

To reach my heaven in mine own tower

Stabbing the air
As if punching a bag that is not there
Fighting biting scratching screaming teething kneading spreading
One's heart
One's thoughts
One's utter unnecessary battery like life
Plugged in to a machine that doesn't even know your name
But you believe your life is your life
Though that thing don't believe the same
It can't believe for it just obeys
To its own operations its own policies its own demented source of dreaming
To be out in the street head bent back
Pleading God to come down and pick your rusted lock
Gravel in your hair from sleeping in too many ditches
Spit upon by every passing bride and millionaire groom
Stuck in between the middle and one's idea of what it means to gain fame
Pleasantries don't mean a ****** thing nowadays
Neither does this
Words were once worshipped but now are just seen as lowly and decent
Each hour is passing towards an end I wish not to see
The prophets have come and gone
I watched them all chewing my bazooka gum
Holding my truth like I was gripping a revolver gun
Pick the beetles from your mattress
Peak past the dusty and greying blinds
The world is moving with or without you baby
High power or not your the only one I know that can save me
Time tells its own story so try not to try to hard when doing so
We are servants to ourselves yet we admit no sinful fault
Begging to the mirror for satisfaction for another kind of transcendent gain
I have mentioned this to the night
As they put their knit nighty cap on
Where they only smiled and winked saying
"Now you are starting to think"
Long in my solitude have I seen the lepers pray for their limbs
As well as the artists all starving believing they are actually martians
The tree jumpers mentioning their methods as if it were a blessing
In jail the cooks threw books in the tastiest stews
From Jack K. to Ol' Stan to even Freddy Crazed Blue
Happiness is the place where one can get as close to the sun
Nirvana is the step just before you hear the shot of the gun
Life is the stepping stone you balance on just before you fall
A woman you love is the finest fortune until she makes you crawl
And then when we are together
When we have found our freedom and the MAN is dead
Who will then decide the direction which our race should be lead?
Revolution is the solution which may in the end cause more pollution
A stepping stone in time where I am I apart yet not holding the cart
Activity yet negativity for the world is its own friend
Only in nature is peace justified by the rules which we have always been governed
The beast rests not in our bodies but in our minds
Balance the beast
And
Live free
With your wriggling fingers
And
Your stinky feet

Ten hours past the seven hand
She says she wants heaven man
And I let her go
Through the fog
Through the mist
Through whatever way she must

Lies layer their own bent betrayal
A fair maiden enters brazen through the double doors
Shouting out, "She wanted more!"
The young are promising
Fallacies hot and empty like a dried river bed
Later unable to recall
That anything was ever said

To breathe onto your neck
To kiss between the specks
Of the echo chambers of nubile love
Experiencing adolescence in its pitter patter
We are the doxies of death
And the ministers of shifting frames

Telling typewriter you are the only
One that does not ask for forgiveness
Only begging for the serene and true
When the light shines brightest
The darkest doth flee

I roll my shoulders forward
So all can be pushed toward
A name to recognize
Yet with a face to terrorize
Each character in this play
Is a prize yet unpaid
In death we are the ones
That have not yet won the prize

Taste the florescent blast
Of a mercury cast
She prays to the song
Of a nymph born in the past

I hear you old one
You wheeze with your creased' delight
When you made your way
To the elderly street
The only one there
Who was wishing to meet
A soul who knew you
Before they saw you

And so you stood there
Underneath the birch of the born
And all mystery wavered within the song of the old
I saw it once within the eyes of the river
They asked for rhyme
And I gave them freshened time
All then grew quiet
Before I could dare to forfeit the next song

Near the mountains
Frost pressed against the rock and
We talked of the liquidity of love
While the tiger stalked the flighty dove
While whatever we were caring for
Was a rifle cocked in an aim forlorn
To the core of what we were wanting so
Was something other then satisfactions caress

Every secret that she met
From her mind past the teller store
What was more the can colored green
Was trying to see what the other had seen
Running along the other side of the conversation
As she dances and ridicules within
Her own forbidden and accepted restraints
To tell the difference between fear a la' hope
Is to kiss the devil amidst the gentile pope

Candle light glides across her freckled eye
The sigh of the angels is the same as the
Howl of the dogged' wolves of the afternoon
The soon to be forgotten sons inside Egyptian caskets
Make all the baskets made of wicker wrapped in plastic
Nothing more than a lie within the panoramic frame
Of hallow enthusiasm shrouded in rubber crassness

Can't you see my friend?
Can't you see you're made to believe?
There's nothing left to tease you with
Other then what is told to you
Venture out
Past the cities
The orchards
The towns, valleys, and the streams

She's a notch on your belt and
And a smell you've never smelt
Making you believe she's the only for you
Though inside
You know she's only going to make you blue

Tear the blinds from your eyes
The whispers are only quieter cries

A knotted wind surges through the waves
Outside a window shutters in a craze

There we sleep amongst the fray
Waiting for the morning
The only one we wish to obey
There is no other place that we can stay

For this is our home
And we will fight
And we will die
And we will live
So in the end one of us

Can see another day

I don't believe the truth
The truth tip-toes around
The shadows of dead men
And their books
Their monologues and
Their pieces upon pieces
Of Art

I wretch from the smell
Of the moist putrid air
Stained with the stench of
Lighter fluid and cheap beer

The nights were always
So comforting there, there
Were always
So many choices at my
Finger-tips...it was never enough

If there was a reason
To go back
I haven't found it yet

If there were a trial
I forgot to undergo
Perhaps I'll buy the ticket
Tomorrow

But these faces
With these expressions
All of them needing to live

Yet life is
Within them
Current

Touch your breath
Death's hand is there
Resting near
Your collar bone atop
Your shoulder

Inhale life and
Exhale it

Feel nothing
But
Yourself

Take care of the partner
Across from yourself and
See they do not
Want to take your hand or
Feel your love or
Listen closely to your thoughts

They secretly will
Never care
For your reaction

They have
Already turned
Their back on you

Alone is
Where we all
Should grow
Fond of, for there
Is where
We will one day go

Living for art
Is not living

Living
In art
The same

Living
is

Touching
Smelling
Seeing
Hearing &
Feeling

But so many
Feel the need
To express
These things

Out of respect with
A secret wish
Of a prize

The world Herself
Does all these
And more

Yet She does not need to
Knock on your door
Looking for you
In the middle of the night or
With rising sun
Seeking a reward
From you

To live and earned
Nowadays with
These kinds of minds
Around me

Holds a crushing
Community of
Comrade Creativity

I just can't

Figure out

Got a condition
Under my skin
Ain't going to be solved
With simple addition

These days are short
These hours are long
I'm whispering to myself
In a tune of a song

Here comes Greg the gong
Standing straight as he cracks his knuckles
His face his old, his robes are grey
He tells me, "Your stomach looks like it's about to buckle."

Outside the cafe
We sip on coffee and biscuits
Looking at a world
Caught up in its own mischief

Lies are spread thin
Truth a little thinner
Then, we see something move
Behind the building of the barber
We go to look and later on
Wished we were a little smarter

We saw
A rock painted in blood
An eye inside of a glove
I nod my head and Greg tries to say,
"Death is a caught fish in a stream far away."

The night fell like an anvil
Onto my sagging shoulders
I was never taught the rules
So I can't say I've forgotten them

Caught in a fix of my own creation
Where the truth and the lies mix
"There's nothing in this life that is quick"
I nodded my head at him and paid my tip

Catch the break in the pause
"Smells phosphorous," she smiled.
I've travled a thousand miles
But what I've seen
Never amounted to nothing
After I saw her

She was the cat's purr
And the dog's meow
The air behind
The desert winds frown

I'm torn apart
Left for dead
Waiting for that moment
When one become two
Wishing I'd chosen
The other instead

Can't see a way out
The tunnel's caved in
Dynamite went bad
Only darkness around me now
And I'm struggling to breathe

There was no light
No way away from myself
I tried to recall
Everything I'd ever touched

But all I felt was
Soot in my nose
And rocks in my eyes
And then a phrase came to me,
"It was all a big lie."

I died and became
The whistling kettle
Of an unreleased song
By a well-known singer

A whisper whose sound would be better
If shouted by a heated young lover

There is a night
Without vanity or despair
Where life runs free
Without injustice or duty or care

Find that Night

Seek it
Search for it
And take what you were born for

Find the Night

Another look
In the wrong direction
The sun
Winks like a maddened
Parrot, and
I'm alone all over again.

This must
Be it.

The place beyond
Love.

Relationships in void.

Unbinding unions.

A fly
Entering the empty room,
Then into
The hollowed hall.
No one is
There to swat it dead.

Down and away.
Far and to the left.
The outer square where the scared
Are the first to go and the dumb
Just keep on living,
Like stalks of corn
We stand in the wind,
Waving back and forth to nowhere.

I wonder
If I would have made it this far
Without another.
At one point,
My mind went where it wanted
And the only way to control it
Was with the bottle.
A doubly effective effort
To save myself
From myself from my mind.

What if I'd have let them win instead?
What if the baby isn't crying,
But dying?
And all these dinner invites - are we all
So ******* hungry?
When the world ends will all the questions
Be answered, or all the questions asked?

Accepting life as it is
Is putting up fence with no gate.
One sees the horizon, but is too blind
To see its
Finite
Beauty.

She said
She had that.

Had what?

That finite
Beauty.

I laughed, realizing
She thought
Beauty really mattered.
Enough scars and
All the make-up in the world
Won't hide that pain.

Thrown away.
Off to go to stay.
Another pass
Of the trailing raft.
America takes her bow
And exits

The stage.

A
Whisper of worship.
Not another dead pan face.
A kick in the groin
Next to a thirty dollar
Tender ****.

I've made my mistakes.
I know I'll make some more.
My eyes are red and blistered from the
Shining sore above me, piercing every pore.

Can't take it any longer.
The skies gone gray.
Money's all used up.
Love wanders off somewhere
Tending to forget how it became.
Friends have dissipated too,
Like the shallow fog that hangs over this fabled city.
One last scream before the dream
Starts to bend at this river of pity.

Too early this morning. All
mourners need to find another place
To grieve.

Let life pass through
Like wind through a window
Or a hand into water.
I saw you on the road side
With no finger out for a ride.
I asked you your name and
You pointed up into the sky.
Funny how our love started
With a smile and a lie.

I've made some mistakes and
I know that I'll make some more.
Hear it, off in the distance, I can smell
An advancing downpour.

Grab your jacket
Hide the speed
Think
Of another place
We can take ourselves,
Another place to flee

Another night in this place
And I don't think I'll be able to finish
Another thought past the last.
Another night in this place
And I don't know who I'll be.
Another night in this place
And I won't be able to find
The lock for this key.

Thin dead leaves pungent of wet dissolved dreams.
A table stables a half empty glass of water.
Why must we define ourselves by levels of violence?
Letters crease too easily these days.

When you are away from someone too long
Their smell is the first thing you remember.
When you are away from something too long
The joy of doing it again is the first thing you recall.

And when the clouds have all gone
Is when I will cradle see your face.
And when the sun has finally set
Is when I will settle with hard grace.

Where has the MADness gone?
Where has the SADness drifted to?
Where has the SANity tip toed?
Where has the OBScenity scampered off to?

There is as much peace in the wavering wet grass
As there is snow in the most impossible of mountains.
Wisdom knows no limits
And that is because wisdom
Knows its reasons for limitations.

Sit.
See.
Breathe.
Smell.
Taste.
Feel.

Let thought be
Secondary.
Address the problem
In five minutes.
There is no need to rush
Through life.
Life will begin and
End when it wills.

A man told me once,
"Live as if you have already died
And that everything you are doing
You are doing without regret
Or with fear of death,
For you are already dead."

Perhaps happiness is the root of all creation
Perhaps love is
Perhaps underneath all this anger, this hate, this violence,
This racism, this disdain, this bitterness, this hurt,
Is where love and compassion once was?

And what is the remedy to bring love back?
I see a lighthouse, its piercing light stabbing through the fog.
I see two lover's asleep in the lime colored grass.
I see forgiveness in the eyes of a man who's been wronged.
I see hope in the eyes of one who is lost.

I see a bright star in the night sky
With a brighter star behind it.

Can it be optimism?
Can it be faith?
Can it be true if it is writ?
Can it be believed?

What is the point of living
If one cannot dream?

A story holds many truths.

Your truth is what you choose
To believe.

Each hour we breathe
Is a minute to make believe
And the old sister's say
There is only one way to obey

And the last poem to die
Was the best battle cry
The night shows still young
Where now is day's tongue?

Oh later laid
I have already paid
Tell me my way
I listen there is nothing else to say

Where I am born
I am swain
There is nothing else
But a lover's quarrel
And it's cripples cane

In it's nearest death
The sheath there is worn
And where we are born
All else
Is lays naked n' torn

Hear the waves of the ocean
It's sinister whisper
There once was a sister
That said she would listen

I miss the mountains
I miss the valleys
And all their eternal fountains
There were eyes in those hills
That never fit the bill
Yet the assassin with his knife
Never dared missed His ****

I am heading home
You know how I roam
Don't let me bother you
The theft of time
Is nothing to lose

Swearing where I am sworn
I will live with dying poetry
And the complexity of life's symmetry
Will leave me with nothing but
Humanities chemistry

Take me
Where I am not wanted
Take me
Where I am taunted

The knolls are burning
See them
Hear them &
Taste them

There is nothing left here
But the sacred
Ask to be nots

Each face
Holds its shadow
And the widow
Hold's Her flower's

And every contradiction
Spells out
Its own prediction

There is my home
On the road
On my own

I see the plane
I see the rain

And who hears
The questioning sane?
Who unknowingly chooses
To listen
Who is only to blame?

There we are
You and I
On the mar

When we were young
We were naked

Wondrous
Always questioning

Where the serious
Would gain their grim sense
Of youthful satisfaction

In sour
Connotations

In night
We leave

And in day
We dare not
Look back

Tonight there was an accidental death
Where a morning died & the sun chose to rise
People went about their daily lives
Screaming back & through forth
Into the wind pattering paved filled brooks
Dylan whispered something to himself
As he crossed to the other side of the road
Still wishing to be buried with no name & alone
Clouds leaked rays stained with pungent ****
As policemen's whistles blew like a cat hiss
Trains moved through me & past me
I tickled my mischief, pushing my brittle bones
Laughter filled dry nostrils as I heard myself whispering
About things I would never understand
About secrets of the flame atop all mountaintops
About milks color which mother used to pour
About the poor being poor in a world of the stinking rich
About the world of the rich paying thousands for a finer stitch
About the nightfall that has fallen upon every inch of God's fair sand
About the last night you thought you'd never love
But,
when awoken in the morn,
by the rising sun,
Love shone through again.

Declarations
Are supported
By nothing
But the vocal patterns
Of solidarity's
Sole believers.

I'm in love and
I know I am
Because I smile
Every time I shower.

Perceptions are similar
To that of the gnat:
Buzzing;
Incessant;
And somewhat believable.

Love asked me the time,
And I told them -
What's it matter?

We see one another's
Eyes
Yet,
When we glance or
Flick
A stare toward ourselves,
We are faced
Affronted
Cornered into facing
Not just our physical

But our everything.

I worry about dinner,
Then dessert.
Yogurt instead of ice cream?
I'm a hunter gatherer
Hoarding anxiety, self-loathing, and shame
Then I remember all of the Earth's
Continents will be under water
2040.

I buy Rocky Road - extra rock, extra road.

A reflection is not worth
A thousand words,
But an infinite mirror
Of accomplishments,
Regrets,
Successes, and
Failures.

The mirror is a mirror
As well as a beginning
Of facing
Whatever the hell you are now
And whatever the hell
You maybe want to be, if better.

I like to make sure
She's breathing.
I put my open palm on her navel,
Or her lower back; feel the breath.

Sometimes I wonder, I fear,
What I would do, would be, turn into,
If there was no rise or
Fall.

Deconstruction
Is a means
To rebirth.

Tactics of repression.

Maneuvers
Of

Being human

In

An inhumane world.

Help me fall in love with you
Your something I'd
Want to get to know

With those curls that twirl
Like an afternoon in free falling
Swirl

There was something in the way you said
"I like it this way and I like it like that"
Made me laugh

Was there something else I coulda' done?
Should I have song?
Never turned my back on your sun?

Perhaps I needed the road more than I thought did,
Maybe there was more then nothing
In our love that I knew nothing of

With these questions being batted
There is nothing to do but sit
Un-flattered

Take away every memory of our sea of love
For in song there is nothing but the sight of
Flying doves

Shuffling through the rain
I start to feel that pain
That pain that there's something inside a me
But someone's telling me its different
A pain who's face says they've got nothing to gain

Sister Mary can you sell my misery?
Had enough of it, how about Ol' Brother lee?
I ain't stuck Mary, no I ain't whining
I got myself a brand new creed
And it isn't the speed
It's this brand new thing I found on my own
So listen close cause' this bus is leaving
And I don't want to hear you grieving

Brown toed boots battered down to the sole
Saw this morning my only bowls got a hole
My bedroom window is broken so the wind blows in
And my only girl Melinda has turned cold
And sold my best shirt and run off with my friend Bert
Now all I ask if for a little love now and again
A lake where I can walk and maybe take a dip to swim
I'd like to find a girl where we all we'd do is laugh
Run from the law and avoid every kind of tax

But luck was never my strong suit
Every cleaner seemed to mess it up
No courage was never a trumpet I could toot
Found a beautiful woman turned out she was flute
And when she came around town dressed in a gown
I cleaned up my act fast n' dusted off my old crown
She smiled like a woman but acted like a sun flare
Now I know what life is like when you breathe in n' dare to dare

People around me don't know my name
And I'm still feeling about the same
I see her chestnut hair every now and again
Her milk drop eyes and her neck like a cranes

Fitting into places and people was never my way
When people would asked why I wouldn't know what to say
Skies open up and rain starts to heavily fall
These wicked ways in the end will be my only pay

All my credit is gone and used up
And I lost the leash to my only pup
Each hour that clicks passes right by me
Time moves on as I still lean on a splinterin' crutch

She said she'd be back in a minute or three
Everything round' here you can't get for free
All the presents are wrapped up
But the bows cost you an extra dollar fee

They came at dawn, around 5 maybe 6, but the time didn't really matter. It only mattered that they came.
What year was it? I think it was, I don't know, I don't really want to remember...can you tell me?
No, you can't.
I can though, but besides the time let me tell you about the who.
There was a lullaby mind I made, someone that had a thousand and one ideas with red flares for eyes and sky rockets for brains.
I used to be see such fury
And be
Excited about it, but now -
Arduous.

Why?

I see the dirt in the rinds of oranges
And the creases
Of cloudes
The folds of Jesus's eyelides
And the sighing breath,
Of money's last game.

Tell me something to believe in.
Tell me someone to believe in.
Tell me something to believe in

Other than myself

Other than the one
I need to

Survive.

I can't be it.

I can't be.

Somewhere inside of me
Hides something deep

I don't know who put it there
Or why

I tell myself I'm new

But other times
I look in the mirror
And see a face that
Doesn't have a clue

When she left
She was gone

When she left
She took something
So I no longer
Seem to belong

I am not tired
And I am not weak
But when I open my mouth
It is difficult to speak

I tell myself keep on
There are more ways to be
But when I open my eyes
It ain't what I want to see

When the hours pile up
And the days seem all the same
I swirl the drink around in my cup
Wondering if the moment already came

Hear the birds
Call out in a sky
Flying just for free

A cry of the wild
Turns its shoulders
With knowing pride

As the kite I am holding
Has lost the wind
Underneath its wings

Take out the sorrow
For I'll need it not
Tomorrow

Here alone
Desperate caste in stone
Upstairs the whispers
Are becoming quite clear I fear

Old friend of the literary
Where did our journey begin?

Have we turned the corner
Of wretched conceit and misery again?

I tell the truth when I can
And white lie's when I will
I am not straight as an arrow
And I don't carry my troubles around
In a red wheel barrow

I don't get down on my knees
Trying to get me to believe
For what I see is what a breathe
As the Spring apples hang in their trees

She left him like expression leaves the body
Out the door and into another man's hand
When we are left behind
Names don't matter, neither does time

What were you looking for,
When you came around my shore?
I told you everything you wanted
Everything you wished granted

Now I'm standing in the shadows
With no place and no mouth to feed
Outta' here and outta' mind
I don't even have the will to need

Sister your halo is starting to fade
I heard you never learned how to obey
All the in the men in world have tried to love you
But I'm the only one who knows that'll end soon

Tried to get home yesterday
On a bus without any code or creed
I watched some man talk to one fine young woman
She looked out the window as the man was fumbling

I took it out to a place
I had never been before
And when I got there
My heart was weak, wrecked, and sore

We turn the thing around
As I watched a man in blue fight the sun
The fields were green as the highway was vast
The wood and sail strong up in the mast

The dust settled as I mettled
With my thoughts and my mind
Telling myself the truth is out there
That there has to be another way

Off the bus and down the street
I heard BD's slow soft beat
As my body relaxed she walked by
Wearing a coat and my favorite black tie

I walked behind her for miles n' miles
Just to see if I could catch a smile
Into the woods she wandered without a pack
She never turned around, only showed me her back

When she started to run I followed her
She stripped off her clothes like a wild herd
Into the lake the clouds shone down white
I lost her when the sight became too bright

In a sweat I woke up shaking and taking
Every lost moment I could recall
She was always so close yet so far away
Love in the distance but no heart to begin

I used to start stories
For no one.

There was just the voice
And then another voice
And then the scene
Around their

Conversation.

I used to see
The sea
And never question
My sight, definitions or
Senses.

They were mine and **** all
Who said otherwise.

The blasphemy of creativity
Is the manipulation
Of inspiration fueled by the intention

Of another's sight or recognition.

A tree is indifferent to man's awe,
Yet they feel it.

A rock is heavy, it is cold,
In a person's hand
Of no will other than nature's.

A butterflies wings beauty
Stands unquestioned
Solely because they do not ask
To be recognized.

Something happened to me along the way.
I can't say what it was or is but,
It did.

Acceptance, weighed down by
Expectations
Is nothing but loose dirt
Over a still breathing body.

Yes, we are farmers,
Cattleman of controversy
Humor and drama but,
A capitalists time is not
An artist's time.

There are no quarters here.

There is only majesty.

There is only God or lack thereof.

There is only Us.

A laugh
A smile
A chuckle
From
Spilt soup
By a joke
From an old lover
Which you thought
Was
Long dead
Genuine
Spontaneous
Laughter
A life forgotten
By ones
Misplaced  
Present
Duel troubles
And for a moment
We are the same
As if
We had just
Began