desolation paws
redhead crawls, maiden frowning
blushing, prattling

The tumbleweeds
spread the seeds
of the sagebrush

On 11/16/15 at 4:45 p.m. near 338a Main St., a Hackensack Police Dept. patrolman in car #107 slowed his vehicle down to text on his computer
which he had positioned on the passenger side of the vehicle.  While
using his right hand to use the computer his left hand was on the window slot of the driver's side door.  Keep in mind now that no hands were on the steering wheel and the patrol car was still in motion.  When I mentioned to the driver "no texting while driving officer."  He then turned to face me and stated "*******."  Then he drove away.  This was the most unprofessional act of an uniformed officer that I have ever witnessed Here

in hackensack.

Nearly twenty years ago
I can't believe time flies
When all I had upon my mind
Was thoughts of getting high

I never understood my mom
Popping pills at tea
or How my grandpa polished
off a case a day, no, three

Not wanting to become insane
or Die diseased so early
I decided at a legal age
To smoke the ****, for surely

of All the places in the states
Just one said do it legally
I packed my bags and set out for
Mendocino County

I took my time, such a long ride
on 80 from New Jersey
Enjoyed the sights but, flew no kite
Still, made my travels worthy

The California National Guard
and the DEA
Set up a post to check all cars
in/out of the county

It took a couple hours then
For them to inspect me
I must admit here that this greet
Did make me feel uneasy

They made it very clear to me
That I could smoke' the ****
Just don't try to take it out
of Mendocino County

I said "Okay!"  They said "Drive Safe"
I buckled ; drove away
I drove along the two-lane road
Admittedly Amazed

I turned a corner , hit the brakes
There was in front of me
A farmer man, who did tell me
Get out, you have to learn the ****

I abided easily
to learn most all or everything
I could so one day I could be
An expert in Weedology

I spent nearly a week or two
Finding out all that I could
But, I was high and this did lead
to some info misunderstood

I learned cultivation, irrigation
debugging plants by spraying pepper
Planting, pruning, a beginner
But, after time, I did get better

Then one day after a cup
of morning Bhang, I did awake
Then moseyed on to brighter pastures
****** alone, I was quite baked

Would you believe ; I can't believe
A girl I knew from New Jersey
A ***** from Hawthorne she despised me
This feeling was so mutually

After I escaped her grip
And fed her some more bitter lip
I took my bag, it was a lid
and slowly rolled another spliff

I found a house to my amaze
It said "For Rent" read in my haze
I paid the rent/security
Pulled out a blunt, began to blaze

There was no time that I remember
From months of May through to September
That I wasn't high all day
I knew I had to move away

****, (the grass) grown everywhere
Just pick some off, feel better, there
No one left out of the haze
Everybody there did blaze

I got so bored, I was so teased
Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it, please!
I can't be ****** all' of the time
Oh, shut up and smoke more of this ****

I could not take it anymore
I closed the house and shut the door
All the smoke I once adored
Soon became all such a bore

I packed my bags and said goodbye
To all my stoner friends still high
I headed north to Oregon
To grow tomatoes, seemed like fun

Twenty years now have been spent
Remembering those cronies
Those mendacious merchant mendicants
of Mendocino County

Whorepaint does not do her justice
So much prettier than her disquise

As she paints the sound of beauty
in her voice
Singing love's lullabyes

You ***** girl
You ***** girl
You ***** girl
You ***** girl
  
You're just a crackhead
You bust your back yeah
You're just a buzz-face
Another duck-face
  
You let your guard down
You found a cold heart
You ***** your lovers
All in a blue shirt
  
Why do you have to
All is destroyed
I know you don't need
The meaning of the words
Why do you have to
Live where you sleep
And half the time
You don't even sleep a wink

A ball of ice and fire
Floating around in space
Sunlight or darkness
You don't choose for that

We are the earthlings
The current residents
I've got to thinking
What we are at that

We are the Earth (Think about it)
It's what we are
We are the earth
It says so in the stars

We are the Earth
Listen near and far
For I'll tell you a story
That isn't full of yarn

THE CYCLE OF LIFE

The seed goes into the earth
The earth goes into the seed
The seed becomes a plant
On that is what we feed
And when we're dead and done
And our souls are finally freed
We go back to what we ate from
We are what we eat
Six feet underneath
The worms then eat
The body becomes the earth
A new child is born
The cycle happens again

In one strike
In a split second of time
Heaven turns into a hell

Cowgirl
I wish I had heard you
Pleading for my help
Not knowing you needed my side
Goodbye

Underdog was a pill popper.

sightless echo scolds
shakily, piously, chime
stampedes, lean arid

joylessly howling
fools exhilarate, gloating
smiling silver crag

one little poem
can heal a hurt
one little poem
in the pocket of a shirt

a shirt that's ripped
with a spot of dirt
has a poem in its pocket
that could heal a hurt

a hurt can't heal
if a heart can't hear
the words of the poem
that create the cure

the cure for the hurt
it begins with a verse
but you need to read the words
so the cure can be heard

be heard all ye poets
check the pocket of your shirts
and speak of the poem
that can heal a hurt

a hurt can be healed
by the power of a verse
one little poem
in the pocket of your shirt

Little killers
one, two, three...
Learning all the letters

Little killers
one, two, three...
guessing for the answers

Killing sibling's learning man
A game once we did play
You learn to spell or die
Okay?  The old fashion way

I saw a six-year-old girl turn
foothills into rainbows
Anything can happen

Those **** palestineans
They always start
with the throwing of the rocks

They throw the rocks at the people
and they throw the rocks at the cars
and the windows and they break the glass

And then the rocks aren't good enough
They gotta go out and get the guns

And then the guns aren't good enough
They have to throw the hand grenades

Then the hand grenades aren't good enough
They go and make the car bombs

Then the car bombs aren't good enough
They go and make a bigger bomb

Then THAT bomb isn't good enough
They gotta make a nuclear bomb

And if THAT thing goes off
Oh, for goodness sakes!

Thirty-five years to find the fifty
Thirty-five years to find just fifty
Thirty-five years to find those fifty
What did our government due
  
Thirty-five years to find the fifty
Do the math, it's just plain silly
Thirty-five years to find the fifty
Give the government it's due
  
You can't feel anymore.  Safer?
You can't feel anymore.  Safer?
You can't feel anymore.  Safer?
When government gets us *******
  
They need a lot more time now
They need a lot more time now
Three point seven million years
To catch the other bad guys
  
They sit in their disguises
In a robe on courtroom benches
With their lawyer cladded henchmen
They sit in their disguises
  
Can you call up the police now?
Can you call up the police now?
The Chief is sitting quietly
Protecting family ties
  
Anybody out there?  Save us!
Anybody out there?  Save us!
Save our country, save our babies
Give us mob free lives
  
Forty-seven years of mobster torment
Forty-seven years of mobster torment
Fifty years I've no enjoyment
I may as well just die

Once upon a time,
       There was a farmer who had no friends
so he picked his potatoes and cut off their ends
one potato, two potato, three potato, four,
five potato, six potato, seven potato,
ate potato no more.

I wanna be your gizmo baby
Handheld all purpose device
Fool with me all you want to baby
Touch me!  That's so nice!

Touch my buttons  Plug me in
Charge my battery
Touchscreen touch me soft and easy
Let me know that you are nice

I wanna be your gizmo baby
Handheld [all] purpose device
Let me help you  All I can do
Baby, you're so nice

Fool with me all you want to baby
Touch me!  That's so nice!

She was a dizzy little girl.
When I met her at the age of five years old.
My mother would tell me "Stay away
from that little girl, she's dizzy.  Watch her
running around in circles.  She is always running
around in circles.  Look at her, how she is
running around.  Running around and around
and around.  Going around in circles.  She's
making herself dizzy.  Watch her she's gonna
fall down if she keeps on running around in
circles like that.  Dizzy little girl.  Stay away
from her."  And as she ran around in circles
she would shout things out incoherently.

One day she came over to my yard and
introduced herself.  I don't recall what I had
said to her but it must had upset her because
she beat me up over it.  Then I didn't see her
for a period of around six weeks.

When she was seven she came over and
we went into my room.  She showed me
her thing and I stuck her and she screamed.
Then her daddy broke in and kicked my
five year old *** all the way into the closet.  
I think by the age of ten I had divorced her.
That Las Vegas girl.

I got a lot of sht in my heart
The doctor says it needs to come out
He said he wants to open me up
Scrape this and that. cut off a valve or two
and replace them with plastic parts
Put in a stent or two to make me feel brand new

I got a lot of sht in my heart
I guess it's from all the crap I never let enter my head
Because I did not want to become brain damaged
So somehow it wound up here, in my heart instead
It's easier to replace a heart than a brain
It's a lot less expensive to too

I got a lot of sh*t in my heart
And all I have to blame is you

Like the egg
Some of us get

HARD BOILED

Timing
really is
important
at least
some of the time
and I think none of us
would like to wind up
like that

Cracked
in a *** of steam

Imagine this man, my father or dad
Would guilt trip his children, this story's so sad
Takes half a weeks pay, waves it under their nose
Demands that we write him or the check it will go
  
You crazy old man, you make me so blue
Do you even remember how you made me so *******
Pay attention, a lesson I've learned, so will you
You only get back what you give, here's to you
  
You told me when I was a lad of thirteen
Don't come around I have other family
I don't need them getting confused nor upset
Just leave us alone, the skunk is our pet
  
Or how 'bout the time I was just only three
When the neighborhood mobster did ******* me
You told me "don't just sit there call up the police
But, I have to work so please excuse me"
  
Or how 'bout the time that along with my sister
You let that bad man take his creepy **** pictures
Sue often referred to her dad as her dooshie
And he'll never know what she baked in her cookies
  
You think I don't know how you spoil your son
Normy gets all he can handle of mile high fun
Fine season tickets to all sporting events
For how many years now, since he was ten
  
I had a neighbor, competed with me
I'm sorry I troubled you, what did I think
That you cared?  That you tried?  Did more than nothing?
'Cause you're old now, your children, should they be so loving?
  
C'mon who ya kiddin'?  You had more than this comin'
You should have been locked up to protect my dear cousin
If you're all alone with no one and feel blue
What goes around finally came back to you

I remember prenatal
The feeling of warmth
And mother puking
  
I remember six weeks old
And mother throwing me
Down a flight of stairs
  
I remember one
When mother threw me
Out of her VW's sunroof
  
I remember year two
When her mobster
Boyfriend ***** me
  
I remember three
When I was locked
In the basement with the rats
  
I remember four
And moving
to Nevada
  
I remember five
and Kennedy
Dying
  
I remember six
And learning
Sin
  
I remember seven
And learning
Heaven
  
I remember eight
Mother beat me
With a belt buckle
  
I remember nine
and lying there
Dying
  
I remember
Mother
Happy mother's day

Am I your heel?
Am I your sole?
  
The weight of your walk
Each step, so bold
  
You tread
All over me
  
With your daddy's gold
Your gait, a story in itself
  
So successful
Given everything you have
  
Such a power
Usurping other halves with ease
  
So cold, the stones
You walk on
  
Like the pre-dawn
Mist of a winter's solace
  
The stronger the love
The harder the hurt
  
The thicker the blood
The further the spurt
  
The further you run
The stronger the dirt
  
Do you even have a soul?
Could it ever be healed?

robin williams' ghost goes into a ghost bar
the announcer announces him
"ladies and gentlemen please welcome
the newly arrived robin williams' ghost"
{The audience is dead silent}
robin williams ghost speaks "whoa, tough
crowd, must be a lot of zombies here tonight
anyway frankenstein goes into a bar
the bartender sees him and says
"we don't serve your kind"
frankenstein is like "huh"
the bartender replies
"you heard me, we don't serve your kind
you wanna drink, go to the monster bar
two blocks down, big sign, monster, bar"
frankenstein turns and as he is walking away
shakes his head and sighs "always the same thing
go to the monster bar, go to the monster bar.""

Suzanne
I rode your car
But, it was too fast for me
You say you'd like me to feed your trees
Then, take your hat off sister
If you please
I told you about Elvis, *** bars, and kings
But you didn't want
To listen
Had to fight your own wars
Bragg about
Your male ******
So, come here now
Girl, knock down your trees
And you can come here
Doll, just listen to me
So, won't you come here doll
And listen to me
You can come here
Now, to feed the trees  
Suzanne
I rode your car
But, it was too fast for me

In Rolling Stone, the magazine
There was an ad that intrigued me
In eighty-four or eighty-five
Find out the day that you will die

I sent away, so curious
To know my fate, mysterious
The answer was so serious
It left me most delirious

Send in your name and date of birth
We'll tell you when you meet your fate
I told them Feb of '58
They wrote me back, Hey that sounds great

They said they'd have to look it up
Said it takes time, don't hurry us
Now listen closely, this is true
They said I died in '62

I said "what that can not be true"
They replied "yes, it is you"
We don't know how you're still alive
If you're still here, you'll never die

Give us the name, one of your friends
We'll tell you when their life will end
I sent the name in of my lover
Whom was married and a mother

They wrote me back the exact date
Of my lover's awful fate
Don't be scared but, it came true
I died inside when my love flew

Ev'ry word of this is true
There is not much that I can do
Just waiting for a life that's new
Existing here since '62

I did not fib, I will not lie
Some killers have already tried
To end my merely self existence
Yes, I'm dead, please keep your distance

I am wealth

I am abundance

I am joy

Las Vegas is a suckhole
it will take away everything you have

your money
your house
your wife
your horse
your mind
everything

People living in the 1940's realized this
and many avoided temptation

But, as the years passed
the urge to purge grew
and [politicians] saw a way for their'
states to make money [by taxing casinos]
and legislation was soon passed
For more casinos

Now there are more poor people being
made in the U.S.A.
than ever before

Detroit laid off everyone yesterday
as businesses by businesses Closed

But, you can still go to the game

or the casino

soft imprisoned snails
emerging, thus escaping
the frowning decay

PECAN SAM

rusty roses
once were blue
red or yellow
pink ones too
  
not delivered
to the one
young true lover
having fun
  
always meant to
spark a fire
for your eyes would
then alight
  
never got to
show my love
never had
my turtle dove
  
sorry that I
never sent
the rusty roses
meant for you

I love your yellow hair
The scent [of it] is in the air
I love your yellow rose
I put it to my nose

You're a rainbow after rain
I'm not gonna say your name
Love your sister just the same
Lonliness's such a pain

rain, rainbow, shine
rain, rainbow, shine

Love to stick to you like glue
Not much more to it my loo
Lips that kisst me true & true
Little lover I love you

rain, rainbow, shine
rain, rainbow, shine

I just love your yellow hair
And the scent of it in [the] air
And I love your yellow rose
Gonna put you to my nose

Rain, rainbow, shine
Breathe deep, relax
Rain, rainbow, shine

You um umm

She doesn't like musicians
Calls herself the Josephine
Cut through to her smile
and you will see how she is, mean
A threat to those in A.C.
Playing ***** with machine
Some airhead playing samurai
in only a bikini

She doesn't like musicians
"You know what I think of them?" she asks
I just keep myself tight
as I try to forget the past
Then, she winks at me as to raise her chair
and I am mesmerized by blondness
Blinding me, her hair
and she takes me down and slays me
as I lie here

She doesn't like musicians
Football' swhere it's at
"I think I'll love my brother" she says
But, I don't tip for coffee and chat
and we both just leave it at that
Then, I think that this it it
The last time
and I think that she got in the last laugh
And I know she had the first

You can not breathe the air in New York City
Everybody move away from there
The air will **** you even if you're near there
So die or ****** move away from there

All the tourists, they keep coming and
the overcrowded airports keep polluting
And the trucks and all the cars and buses
Now the air is deadly;Keep on smoking (idiots)

We thought this city was the greatest
It only goes to show just how much we know
Maybe someday we will save the planet
Instead of spending on the oil and the tolls

This city looks so pretty in the moonlight
too bad it ends our lives;the misery
Hope one day you all will see the daylight
Till then I'm moving far, like overseas
  

On Sunday, eighty thousand go to Jersey
Where the pig farms used to really foul the air
A billion dollars spent [on] NFL football
Too bad, you breathe, you die, the way it is
  

You can not breathe the air in New York City
Everybody move away from there
The air will **** you even if you're near there
So die or ****** move away from there
Die or ****** move away from there
Don't stay just get the hell out of there!

I had a conversation with my
fence the other day.
And hear now what it said
Never worry about the things that went
wrong yesterday.  There is no way to make
up for it.  But, always learn from it.  That
is what mistakes are for.  Mistakes are
part of the learning process.  That is
why we make mistakes.  So that we can
learn.  Learning by error.  That is what
humans do.  They/we err.  We/us make
mistakes so that we can learn.  Learning
is good.  Ergo erring is good.  If we don't  
err we won't learn.  Technicians err.
Scientists err.  Doctors err.  Leaders err.
Teachers err.  Editors find typo errors.  If we
never learn, life would be bliss.  For
ignorance is a happy place or so they say.
Whoever They are have never learned, or
they wouldn't be so **** happy.  I see
them all the time.  Laughing.  Smiling.  Happy.
I've learned so much.  I am a miserable son
of a *****.

Good guy, bad guy, saint or sa-tan
This world leaves a question
Since when it began
Marauders, kings make them of many a man
To plunder and pilfer all that they can
We call them heroes, they destroy land
We give them a medal, they cut off our hands
A little boy grows up and kills his friend
We call him M word, world leaders they can
And they they lead us to shutter our plans
When their shroff becomes useless
With blood on his hands
It's a cold hearted story I can't understand
Why we let them do this
to us and our friends
Now, let's get some shut-eye
You sleep while they band
Stop thinking! Just feel safe
Because you can

I was out, looking all night
In a time that it felt right
Could have stayed in and slept tight
Couldn't go on with it, this life
  
Now I know in the twilight
Gorgeous blondes, Yeah, they looked tight
But, their plans had me fist fight
That idea in a dogfight
  
Stoli made with fruits and berries
Gave me thoughts of that girl, Liz Cherry
So close to connect, burr
Got the chills, then just left
  
Waiting to find someone young, like you
Finding the wait for young, someone like you
Can't buy the bait no more;  Don't need a clue
Waiting to find her young, someone like you

free pigeon frets some
exaltation roaming loud
eagle chirps charcoal

The ram on the edge
of the mountain watches the fall
in Colorado.

Brown leaves clog the spring
water in the vale below,
winter beckoning.

He charges then kicks
me in the chins as I fall
he growls at me.  GROWL!

As I arise fast
enough to scurry off of
his territory.

I leave nature where
it out to be, by itself
where nature belongs.

Kitten purr
Mama's hungry

Don't know where she came from
nor about her torrid path
Sunshine and butterflies
told me this is the one mac
Ars longa, vita brevis
Art is long life is short/sweet
The marching bands are back
promoting fighting in the streets

She's a life-changer
            life-changer
She's a life-changer
            life changer

As caterpillars died off fast
and darkness soon filled in
I needed someone to reflect
that way I felt with-in
I know she'll pass this way again
and hope and pray 'till then
for another pretty girl
just sending me to heaven

She's got 300 dresses and tells me
"I can't find anything to wear."
"You have 300 dresses."  I tell her
"Yes!"  she ***** back
"And none of them match my new pair of shoes."

Let's not try to save nirvana
It would't make sense to us son
Why would we try to stop the killing
When it's so much ******* fun

And who can blame any one child
Who witnessed twins-a-falling done
Then saw the world's second greatest leader
Shoot his good friend with a gun

Hey that's a human that's not mutton
You call that getting th-things done
Yes the news is also watched by children
That you have only taught a ton

Get that gun off of me now
And stop teaching kids insanity
Have not you learned by now
They only do what they see on T.V.

And look at t.v. greed taking monies
Destroying higher-er learning
Showing games that support violence
**** and anarchy

but us
We can't try to save nirvana
It wouldn't make sense to us son
Why would one try to stop the killing
When it's so much ******* fun
When it's so much ******* fun

When I look to the night sky

When I look to the night sky
Leaving the panic world behind
In the dominion of starry nigh
I travel to the galaxies so high

Stars are dim in the moon light
Goddess Moon is on the throne
Her majesty is on the height
And the surrounding glows bright

Every star has its cosmic world
Too different than the earth
Which looks pensive and absurd?
As no groans and pains are heard

All are busy in their specific role
And they never fatigue
To locate their concerned goal
Neither they stay nor they stroll

I was in the romantic shroud
But the groans of my world
Explodes the balmy veil of cloud
When someone calls my name aloud



To a Butterfly

O' short lived butterfly
Ye live forever in the dale of beauty
Spreading about the rainbow of colours
Thy honeydew makes saline moments
Of the spectator, sweet and manna
When thy reflection in his eyes
Gets a forever protection…
Monarch like expedition do you make
From country to country
Crossing the boarders of brooks
Meadows, deserts and spiky paths
And occupy the states of gloomy hearts
Diurnal ye are as a man
But stop! There's a wide gulf
Ye console the weary heart in the long run
He grants weary heart to the consoled one



Materialism….

He is not just a countryman of mine
Even we have a same boundary line
But many years turned into history
Our looks remain a part of mystery


Hunter…

To brothel Cyprian goes
And priest to the Church
What's there for them
They are in search

Tis' a Chance that evaluates

In the game of luck and doom
There is crash there is boom
Some win without action
Some actions lack reaction
Some fall in exertion
Some succeed in desertion
Some defeat in holding seat
Some triumph in their beat
Tis' a chance that evaluates
Success and defeat are just baits

love is a feeling
a feeling to love

love feels wonderful
feeling wonderful is love

love is a wonderful feeling
to love feels wonderful

love is a face
a face to love

face to face
love to love

a face to love
face it, love is

love is

A bird at port authority
has no wings
he just sits there
whimpering
because he has no wings

He can not fly
so he hops
for his food
and he dances a soft shoe
for his tips

A disabled american
picks him up
I will be your wings
says the vet
but, we can not fly

He hides the bird
in his coat
as he pays the fare
to go through the tunnel
into jersey

In ridgewood, rutherford,
passaic, and paterson
and other train/bus stations
the bird dances for vets of one nation
but, only one vet gets drunk on that

Mary had a little lamb.
"So What!" she snootedly stated to the vegan.

An Open Letter to the Governor of New York
and the Mayor of New York City.

Dear Sirs,

Why is it, year after year, you two insist upon keeping the sales
of the miracle herb cannabis in the hands of criminals. Do you Not
know the infrastructures that so desperately need to be repaired
could be financed by a state and city sales tax of this wonder-kind plant.
But, no!  You keep letting criminals gain power by letting them have all the profits.  Dear sirs, please open your minds for a moment. A state and city run controlled cannabis operation would not only generate enough income for bridge and tunnel repairs but, also aid in the education system. Most important if you legalize the miracle herb, you could have the police concentrate on the larger problem which is 5th graders hooked on ****** for LIFE! If you cannot see the progress this would create then, you surely have kickbacks from criminals. Allowing these lowlife **** to continue to reap profits from illegal sales is just plain insanity and a criminal act in itself. Please stop giving criminals power. And concentrate on the Real issues.

Thank you in advance,

A Poet