The time has come
To cut and run
There's no more fun
This party is done
They're no longer the one

There is good news
No one can loose
Stop singin the blues
There are lots of twos
Who will you choose

Get out there and go
Enjoy the show
Forget the pain you know
Let the magic flow
Learn not to say no

Please stop writing sadly
I will read glady
Even poems written badly
If its not unrequited madly
Someone else will love you wholly

It's too hot to think
And there ain't enough to drink,
It's too hot to think
And there ain't enough to drink!
I don't know what to do
Cause I can't get over you.
I got those summertime blues
And they worse without you.
I got I got I got the bluuuuues

Yea, I got sweat runnin down my back
There ain't nothin, nothin like that
Yea, got sweat in my shoes
There ain't nothin left to do
Got those summertime blues
Cause there's no more sweatin with you
Yea, I like the way you sweat, baby
Better than the whiskey I can get
Yea, I liked the way we sweat, baby
From the hot day that we met
Now there ain't no more sweatin oooo...
Cause there aint no more of you

I got those summer summertime blues
You gave me the summertime blues
Can't get rid of the summer time blue
There just ain't enough cold *****
Got the summertime bluuuuse

Who you sweatin with now baby?
Who you sweatin with now baby?
Whose coolin in yo love?
I got no more you baby
You took away my drug!

Please come back lady!
Take away my blues
Come on back now baby!
I'm runnin out of *****.
It's too hot for fightin
That's not the sweatin I wanna do!

I got the summer summertime blues
Got the blue blue bluuuuse
The summertime blues baby
Got the hot hot blues baby
The summertime blues

In the stillness of a grey day
And the rattle and hum of a clothes dryer
Subtle but distinct tweets and calls harken
From an open window wafting fresh air
They summon me out of the mystical fog
Of a mundane useless existence
The insipid chants beckon me to fly
Through the haze and humidity
From humility  To a place life exudes
Nature with its songs for dance and love

When existence is humdrum
And life is passing by
Open a door and fly

Turn a man
into a helpless
yet adorable infant
- illness

Threads
Permeating
The
Souls
Of
The
Lost
And
Confused
Seem
To
Extend
To
An
Identical
Or­igination

Childhood

Parents
Tie
The
Threads
With
Love
Understan­ding
Compassion
Attention
Education
And
Discipline

The family knot
Can help protect
These souls against
The ills and evils
Of life

Loose
Threads
Can
Trip
Or
Even
Strangle

You so lazy
You swallow food whole
You so lazy
Your clothes are tired
You so lazy
You got roots for toes
You so lazy
You won't read this

You so ugly
You momma don't keep a picture
You so ugly
Your dog is embarrassed to be seen with you
You so ugly
You so ugly your fat hides from you in your ***
You so ugly
You scare the dark

You so crazy
You think you're the only sane one
You so crazy
You can understand people talking in tongues
You so crazy
You're like everyone's X combined in one
You so crazy
Charlie Sheen and Amanda B. think you're out of control

You so dumb
I          need           to            talk          s l o w l y
You so dumb
It took you a month to read lips, tough word
You so dumb
The best three years of your life were third grade
You so dumb
You make this poem look like a smart idea

I don't like me with her
She is amazing
I am jealous
She inspires
I conspire
She evolves
I dissipate
I like her
She likes me
I don't like me with her

It use to be me

She speaks with passion and desire

It use to be to me

She writes songs of love and lust

It use to be for me

She found her perfect match

It was only me

Her heart was broken

It was by me

He words are now for another

I wish they were for me

Do you know?
Do you want to know?
Why ask a question not answered?
Is it possible to breath without living?
Can you watch without seeing?
Do you believe what can't be proven?
Why should we keep faith when we've been lied to so many times?
Do you believe everything you read?
What book are you reading?
If one religion is true, will all others burn in some kind of hell?
Why do winning athletes think God likes them more than the losers?
Do people believe what they want to believe?
What? Why?

Mow the lawn
Clean the garage
Pick up the poo
Fold the laundry
Wash the car
Vac the floors
Fix the sink
Paint the trim
Love me forever
Be a good dad
Be happy

Can do!
Well three out of eleven "ain't" bad.

You are a better person
Than you think you are.
You push me away,
So things don't go too far.
They say, "If you love someone,
Set them free."
That is the greatest gift
You could give to me.
You deserve to be loved
In a special way too.
But I'm not sure anyone
Is good enough for you.

My brain spins
For reality
My body doesn't
Know what
Time it is
My dreams fester
While awake
They call it
Jet lag
I call it
The first kiss

Gorgeous blue skies
Disneyland magic
World of Color
Pacific cruisin'
Beverly Hills bravado
Venice Beach eccentrics
Celebrities' celestial abodes
California Screamin'
Yet it's for you I'm dreamin'

Sunshine
Bicycle
Wind
Country air
Miles and miles
Of farm fields
And plush green forests
Rolling hills capped in hemlocks
Wheat and oats dancing in the breeze
Flying among the Heavens, communing with
Nature!

Strange times are surrounding us
The baby bird is eating its mother
The rain ascends and fog descends
Strange times are surrounding us
Superfluous confusion dissolves concrete
Medicine sickens the the terminally ill
Strange times are surrounding us
The ambulance mutilates the patient
The moon obliterates the unsuspecting sun
Strange times are surrounding us

Right. Left.
Right, left, right!
March on
For those you fought for
March on
For those you'll never know
March on
Because you feel it's your duty
March on
Into history
March on
Into our hearts
March on
Right, left, right!

"The End of laughter
And to lies." ~ The Doors

The end of another school year
The teachers and the children cheer
Much was taught, and much was learned
Many bridges were built and burned
Minds were shaped, and plans were laid
Friends were lost and memories fade
Kids grew up, and teachers grew young
The ladder of life was climbed rung by rung
The future is bright as the skies grow dark
Every graduate needs to make a mark
The kids come, and the kids go
They're the same, for all I know
"This is the end, beautiful friend, the end." ~ The Doors
Yet teachers see death around the bend.
"My only friend, the end." ~ The Doors

"Let's put a band together and make a million bucks."
With that statement, you changed billions of lives
You were a true friend of a tormented poet
The greatest bass player ever, who didn't play guitar
Two hands moving separately, one playing melody, the other rhythm
The leader and backbone of the poetic, soul rock band

The Door gently closed on Ray Manzarek
On May 20, 2013, nearly 40 years after Jim
"This is the End. My only friend, the end."
As the keyboard's melody drifts away
And the bass ***** thunders on
"Riders on the Storm"

If
the world
appears too frightening
Close your intelligent eyes

When humanity gets you down
Look under the rug
Cry

Judge me
Laugh at me
Whisper about me
Hate me
Love me
Call me names
I'm doing it to you
We are human
We are animals

My father was a plumber and more
He is gone now with much forlorn
I miss his advice and lore
A leak sparked memory
Of great days of yore
Advice I seek
To fix my
Toilet
Leak

The world Is your playground
Dance
The moon's smiling at you
Dance
Life is tremendously short
Dance
You are an imperfect creature
Dance
Politicians are stilling from you
Dance
Terrorists want to **** you
Dance
There is no Heaven only dirt
Dance

Calm facing adversity
Reaching within
To emerge victorious
Conquering self

Wanted: her words!
Her inspired, breathless,
Sighing words
Needed for motivation
Desired for an elixir
Of broken hearts and corrupt minds

Wanted: her words!
Her mellifluous panacea
Breathing life into the inanimate
Defining the undefinable
And finding felicity in the fugacious

Wanted: her words!
Her intransigent, sagacious,
And judicious lyrics
Publicly educating and passionate
Privately  life's denouement
Her words are wanted

Plaid slacks
Feather cap
Argyle socks
Flip phone
Mullet hair
Greasy hands
Crusted fingernails
White belt
Sketchy beard
Members only
Casio watch
Deck shoes
Muscle shirt
Tribal tattoo
Chest hair
Plumbers crack

You look great, Mom!

The harbinger lingers in the hollow forest
Where there once lingered sweet dalliance
Under an umbrella of verdant emotions
Now, withers into a dark, vacuous wood

He's a knife with no bullets.

But I do know what time it was.

I write like a bull in a Chinese Restaurant.

When in doubt, look up.

Ramblings of a crazy man seem insane.

I'm lost but I'm not unlisted.

Why aren't cell phones permitted in jail cells?

If one looses his mind, does he find his keys?

Why are you reading this song?

If rabbits multiply, do cats taste good with pickles?

If this doesn't make sense, does it make change?

If the glass is half empty, who drank my beer?

If language is fun, explain French class.

If a dog is man's best friend, why can't he buy me a gift?

If I'm having a stroke, should I go swimming?

If I have a heart attack, should I fight back?

If two heads are better than one, why doesn't anyone want two heads?

If love feels like a punch in the gut, I'll ouch you lovingly

Alone on the road today
Miles to wander to ponder
Hours to fuel the engine
With thoughts, conundrums
Pedal, perspire, perspective
Miles to wander to ponder
Visions of nature flash
Before my glazed eyes
Buds, bugs, and a streaming current
River rushing, birds flittering
Engine hammering pedals
Miles of beauteous nature
Miles of freedom and euphoria
Mile after mile of thoughts
And all I dreamed about
Was you
Mile after mile after mile
Of you

Lost in my mind
Found in a fog
Fighting a war
With no armies
Losing the battle
Winning the war
Forgotten what
I'm fighting for
For nothing
For something
For the right
To feel peace
Or the right to war
This is what
I'm writing for

Some find God in church.
My pew has wheels and holy
Sweat. I cleanse my soul.

Gravity and graphite
Over fifty miles per hour
I'm flying

Wind in my face
Struggling to breathe
Pedaling and free

Lilting from the Heavens
The Lord's quintessential gift
An opulent nutrient as pure
As the Lamb Himself
Of all the fulsome endowments
Nothing compares to thee
Water

Bucolic etchings stimulate
The soul

An assemblage of vegetation
Boils blood

Beauty is discovered in a desultory penumbra
God's message

A subtle stroll in a sylvan birthing
A chapel

To the Romantics with love
Nature rejoices

When the breeze whisks decaying
Leaves across the chlorophyll
Starved carpet of the baseball field,
It's clear that life renews
As does the human spirit
Play Ball!!!!

With a flick of your wand
A slide of the hand
A Presto Change-O
I can be the person
You want me to be
Like magic
I'll say what you want to hear
Act like you're pulling my strings
Work miracles around the house
Only long for you
It will be like magic
Until the magic fades
Because it always does

A
Secret
Known
By
One
Other
Person
Is
Published
Worldwide

Even in the intoxication
Of sleep
Your eyes see clearly