Gazing with both eyes geared to the day time sky
Written in cosmic dust made from raw diamonds
My blueprint plans are up there rolled out before me
Revealing a path I must follow with dangers that await me
Snatching pieces to the puzzle all along my journey
Shuffling with my hands I put them in the right place
I see a picture slowly start to come into my site
It’s always like a faerie tale everything that I do
Come gather around and cast upon me all your pain
A subject that has been injected into their world
I see nothing like ever before and there giving me a treat
Bit by bit they add more looking for a breaking point
Never will they find it for I get stronger everyday
More and more
(SirCARSr 4-25-13)

Living now only on prior imagery I summon them up from their bed
Visions of how they looked to me when they were dead
Thinking of how they must now look their filling my head.

Waiting for the day when I can make my life complete
Exhuming his bones I want the bag back that I put at his feet
Inside you will find trinkets, pictures and also a devil’s treat.

Opening your casket because you’re inside and I want to see
Giving you a fresh breath of air like the times I refilled your A/C
The crypt keeper they say I was dog dollar and you Richie Rich to me.

I remember the song when I was told you died at 45 years of age
To the hospital drinking in the back seat I’m angry and need to rage
Turn up the volume please so I can hear Bob Segar’s Turn The Page.

If I knew then just what it is I know now you brother would be proud
Keeping you alive I tell everyone about you I say it clear and I say loud
I love blending in public places like a chameleon I hide in the crowd.

Happy Birthday, Rest in Peace, See you Soon!

(SirCARSr 4-21-12)

Dusty, tattered and some pages are torn
Reading their names and how old they all were
I can see babies died, on the day, they were born
Reveling information on a grand scale
Thousands of names and all age’s as well
Written in proper grammar words
Adding their names to this book after they fell
Out on the hunt the book dates back to World War I
I’m in the cemetery’s looking for a matching stone
This is the best, when I find one it becomes fun
You all look the same, the rich and the poor,
Lying upon the morgue room table
After you came through the back door

(SirCARSr 4-21-13)

Today is "Poem In Your Pocket" day,
Did you read one to a stranger, or two or more, today?
in your covering pocket it should have been
tell them everything today what you did pen.
Reading to everyone along my path everyday
forever in my pocket my favorite poem doth stay
dunking my dipping pen in embalming fluid
cause I dream dreams that are lucid...

(SirCARSr. 4-18-13)

How happy is my aching heart,
Weeping tears of joy,
  Together like always, you are again joined,
Remembering as one, and to never now be apart
Blissful memories, I will keep ahold…
All of them I can touch like the beginning,
And right from the start.
From up above your watchful eyes
Looking down to the earth, I can feel
Your protection, I felt it always…
And I felt it from, since my birth.
When I’m done with the master’s plan
Into his crimson fortress
I will also ascend…
So then together forever,
We will always hold,
In our hands,
All the stories, you have told.

(SirCARSr. 4-4-13)

Today’s key stroke painted tale started a few short days ago
When his father found him on the bathroom floor and with no blood flow
Why are your lips blue and why is that belt again wrapped around your arm?
O’ My God son, look at what you now have really done
You just got out of jail days ago, I been all alone and it wasn’t fun
You promised me you would clean up and stop all that body harm
You’re gone now and with no return, who’s going to help me now run the farm?
An old street friend years ago, he was someone very well, I used to also know
I had to give up that life because I have a much better place I now want to go
Earlier today before I got done slowly processing you, my second ever autopsy case
I vowed to your father, he made me promise and say I would bring you back home safe
And to your brother I’d play all your favorite songs at the start on the ride back
You are now back in your town and inside the best ever made Funeral Parlor
I unzipped your bag so I could see you one last time; I was the last to ever see your face
I then put a letter in your hand so you can take it with you forever into space
Last night after I talked with your Dad and Lil’ J all about your stories
While sipping on Don Julio Tequila I also sniped and saved till today,
And in your other hand you also hold, a piece of the family cactus a rare peddled flower
Slated plan Monday morning is, I’m taking you to your next process
After that, because you were a surfer in CA. growing up as a kid, Lil’ J
Is flying back with your ashes in his arms and then strapping you down onto
Like a surfboard he's helping let you ride the waves in the Pacific Ocean
And that is what you will be doing forever and ever more,
As you always requested, your special never ending moving motion.

R.I.P M S, 2013

(SirCARSr. 3-23-13)

Dear Hello Poetry Poets World Wide,
From the bottom of my heart
That is where all my poems start.
To all of my every poem reader
I hope you enjoy all my tales
Cause if you see what I see
You all then would become a believer.
(SirCARSr 3-21-13)

P.S. Don't forget about poem in your pocket day:)