Texarkana

Then the gun men come and then
The one in blonde fox
Clutching the Book of Ruin
In his clean white hands
From the barn I could see the star
Of his horse galloped toward us
In the, there was nothing
We could do
Just watch as an ocean of bloodhounds
Flood down the side of the mountain



Cynthia Cruz ---

The call of deaths retreat,
Blanketed in a vast ocean abound,
Calling you closer day by day,
Like snails moving across planes slowly,

Drift my dear love into the mysterious
Presence of pure peace and devotion
Again to sunset to sunder again

KRD--

Breathing chastity,
Grave
Remind me of the frozen coward
You'll understand

Where were you born?
Somewhere in Kentucky she moans,
Always placid like driven grey schemes,
Or meticulous spiders,

For what ever it is worth,
Time speeds up next to you,
Having fun is an understatement,


Only thing is,
Your not real,
I may not be either, I'm waiting for that answer,
Maybe it is time to find out?
Or at-least inquire,
Who should I ask?
The trees?

Sounds of ice,
Gleaming back a causation or value,
Unknown faces silently breathing,

Show me some of your good time,
Break a nose or structure of cobble-stone,

The flame,
Such a boring stare,
Without hope, Angry, Afraid,
Violent with rage,

Justice is often though of as,
A sweltering heat,
Or an intense pressure towards a unified
Decision,

Break my bones,
Steal my soul,
Stand in the fire,
And loose all control

Lightening strikes,
The tribe falls below,
Another stormy desert chase,
Fallen on sodden ground,
Chasing the wondering furnace of fame,
Forgetting the isle of pleasure and stay,

I've found nothing new,
Inside this glass Iota,
Forming thoughts of you,
I fall beneath the timed delight,
Of evening cheers and truthful glares
Of treasures O' so bright


Leave me there,
I'll find a way,
To move and twitch again,
Chasing movement ever near,
Till we meet again

For me the be free,
I sip on my tea,
And only I think,
Of days I am keen,
Or dreams of my life,
As a basket of ripe,
Apples and mango's,
Peaches delight,

For Saturday sings,
A blue lullaby,
A breathe of the fresh,
And air for the eyes,
I cancel the vision,
Of lonely times past,

Bring in the Spirit,
Of life ever-last,
Jesus the guide,
The mediator of all,
My savior we yonder,
Towards grace that is called,
Willing to die,
Of a cross of pain and suffering,
Willing to free,
From sin and shame,
We've come to this moment,
Now let us again,
Love one another,
Like brother and kin,

Life is like a bubble,
It pops,
Springs forth,
Into another,
Like a song,
or a note,
Long held,
engrossed, ingrained,
Shame is worse than death,
But death is worse than night,
Form is something else all-together,
We are blighted,
By the essence of what is unseen and not heard,
We are found by what is,
And what could of always been


I sleep in a dead man's retreat,
Slowly clawing the sky,
Looking for the reason,
Why the dawn is crying my name,
When the Lord is all I can gain

This is a poem,
My dear friend,
Penned in the darkest of inks,
In the brightest of lens,
Contemplating, serenading,
All at once,
Chased by desire,
Fraught by might,

This is a poem,
My lonely owls,
One for the women,
One for the cows,
For what so ever you wish,
Is dis-tasteful the least,
A broken *** of luster
A shaded *** of metal,

Tie me up,
To the grafted tree,
Hang me up,
The crime is done,
Now let me rest,
Now let me seep into the best of you,
Inside the worst of me,
Hoping,
Waiting,
Never-mind,
I'm always jaded

Una el hombre,
El aliento,
Tenien hijos,
Gustar el oro agua,

Living in ages unknown,
He died as a fool would know,
On a cross he bore the guilt,
Of the sins of the world,

Torn into two this world doth divide,
Price and pain, forever instilled within the mind,


He did not ask what it is,
Or what is was,
He simply spoke,
And there it was,

Life everlasting,
Breathe that is gasping,
Dreary darkness,
Sadness,
melancholy madness,

For a cross to carry,
He gave his life,
To use the broken
and full of strife,
Vicariously murdered,
Inside and out,
Debt that is paid,
On executions gout,
Doubt, confusion,
Something to fall,
In a grain of sand,
My family stands,
On the words of Martyrs once screaming,
For all to end,
To end it all,
Again again again the Angels call

Maybe someday,
We will live,
By the code,
Of goodness give,
But for now,
Let us sing,
Of finer days,
By the wings

A Gil in the docks
As always the flock
Becomes a stampede of mindless
Youthism
Like old newspapers
I think of words
Like unequivocal
Or enterprise
And find the omission
Of interest
Constant and timid
Like paper bins
Or rootball images of day and night

Someday the seances of youth will fade away
Like films full of hatred and lives full of war
Or seething castes of poor old folk
Wishing deaths hymn sing aghast them and benign

For better days,
I do contend,
Like breathing chasm's of fears lonely regret,
Tossing and turning,
Down paths belittled drawn stones,

Pony boy saddle up,
Beware the road is already ahead,
And the men all wear their funny hats,

Ice -

Like the vendettas of a broken promises,
Healing is a necessary awareness,

Like poetry forever chosen,
Day's un-ended only still formed

I is a me, inside of thee,
For a fusion of time and tea,

Silence the night, like bringers of dawn,
Form all the beauty inside a white room,


I called to the owls,
They said tis' was mine,


I call to the woods,
They left it unheard,

I'm not your's cries the wolf-man,
Breathing his cordial gross, differences,

Seashells are darker,
When days are brighter,
Like the shadows of monks,

In Sanctuary's of storms,
There I find,
All that is mine

Shadow's
Penetrate my skin,
My soul banishing them,
To a nether-land,
Of no thought, or image,
Like black water,
Without the racist mingling eagle hunters,
Dreary nights,
Capture me like a vintage car,
Death leaves no traces' in itself,
Or of itself,
Just selfish flaws counseling each other,
Each one waiting to finish someone, or something,

I've seen wild winds,
Fighting each-other,
In bathrooms,
In places where dark clouds stream aimlessly,

Whatever you believe,
Make sure it's true,
Until the collapse of everything you know,
It will be the only thought to grow,

Don't be like the rest,
Or even think to finish death's song,
It's far to quick,

Very few Devils live like Satan,
Very few people care,

Very many people die,
Wishing life's regrets were blue,

I'd like to finish this off,
By asking you a question,
Do you think I can sing? To the colorless hue of Light growing,
Like a candle in my room?

Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine,
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I

There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,

The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned

Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be

Gongs and winds, silence the blackest,
Of all,
Opiea of music,
The music of all,
Into the nighttime my little beauty,
Go into the light the fortress of all,
Join in the music,
Grow tall and strong,
Young, sturdy, laughing earnestly,


Unashamed of things to come,
Trying inside the fountain I see,

Dwell on High thy Spirit to be,
Justice it reigns over all I see,

My heart it faints'
At thy hope that's in thee
Trust in my LORD, thy God in me

For Dalton Grove

The only true Grover

R.I.P
The love we find,
All to often slips,
Like wet dew in the morning, the vastness of intermingling thoughts or ideas ,
Stander vestiges we'd often find inside our minds,

Art the form of unexpressed thoughts moving,
Virtually free,
From the unequivocal  frame of design,
Greatly I say we are nothing but apart fallen pieces so lonely and vast without each other's grasping hand dying to be,

Chasing starlight together in the night time air
Oh, how I long to see you so,

Turning times and movements all to divine for eyes,
I see you in my dresser drawer sleeping like a raccoon,
Chasing dreams once lost to the oceans pull,

The heavens though they may be cease to dawn new ideas when,
You cry,
A lonely lullaby,

I've seen things I cannot express come to be naught
Or have fallen short of things I digress to be,

But you my lovely friend are close to thee,
In the crystalline structure I float to your breathe,
And scream of the life that has been put to rest

Filter the storm of thought,
Like chasing island retreat-men,

Genuine veins not those fake ones they place inside your lifeless,
Tangle of mud,

You see yourself?
Sitting there in dark star-light,
Waiting for the overgrown hawk to
Come bite you in half

She thinks the world of you,
But you don't care about this or that,
Or anything,
You just want to be free,
To chase birds,
To laugh at trees,
To swim with dolphins,
That's freedom
Stay it

Film
A dying breed of chosen children,
Struggling along with cause and care,
Movies about the way she moves something vague uptight and unused

He sees
They say

They say
He sees

1982 was the year
Or was it 1812
Either way I'm sure of it

Forgiveness is strong but bitter
Like a rose at dawn singing your name
To the sky

Like frogs in ponds yelping until
They die untold deaths

Ask yourself does the matter or matters you feel

Really matter to me at all

I was waiting by the flowers,
And found out the Garden was black as night,
The tide was dark and grey,
The light was dim and onyx steamed like a dragon's mouth,

I stood up,
Moved forward and all I could say, was I am nothing,
But everything is in me,
Waiting to simply Breathe,

Death called,
Hell was after,
The lake of Fire tried to eat my Spirit,
From Heavenly Love's Desire,

But away I was,
Victorious with Love,
The only percent of time I could,
Ever do or say,
Was something always,

Inbetween time,
I've found the design,
Of new and old,
Old and new,
Combined with things I knew to do.

I saw that person,
Standing there, atop the very mountains bare,
A lifeless dream streamed by my side,
And whisper's sang, and valley's hide,
Among the treasured gypsy sands,
I found a quite and honest man,
The pain he knew was much to vast,
To keep inside his vase of waste,
Or to chase a tail inside a tale,


Life and death are something strange,
They come and go and disappear,
But words and songs that fill the air,
Not a single soul would care,
Or discover among the broken reefs,
A mild grief,
A childish tug of the heart,
Can see you through the day

For the smallest amount your spirit could sing,
I've seen a dozen fairies bring,
Water to the poorest man,
Lifeless dreary without a family,


The only silence my nose doth now know,
Is that of a giant and the wing's of a ghost,
The only lifeless deed I need is a million miles away from me

Daring to say words,
Laughing thoughts cause tension,
Like jester's,
knighted into dreary stanzas and contortions

Where are all the mild men?
The one's who count for days
Who swindle the swindler,
The very breath of a man,

Is but...

Don't you?

See the target out there Charles?
Hit that and life will build you a shelter
Charles God has no shelter
No target to hit

Mens mors
Judgment and death
Like ruckus and changelings
I know thy the best
Like chess and change
Please leave the rest
nauta vidi
Life in a message
Amo
And peace
I find in the least

Chasing street light fantasies
In the day time by the Waterloo
Innocent retrieval,
Grafted minds searching together,
For treasures and such,
Aloud the gung **'
Nighttime renniaunce


Sea time and money
Make jokes about honey and coke,
Lifeless fruitless
Without hope

The lies tingle
Like ever-essence grown,
I lied to you about those two girls,
As if it was the only lie I've told.

Although it wasn't far off,

I could have communicated my message clearer,
But the sounds of drops,
Made my tongue keen to death,

I saw the devil prance around your precious soul,

I'd guard it I thought,
Prying deeper and deeper,

Until one day I lost sight of you,
In the back alleys of my mind,

We go to far back you cried,
As I sit stifled by the darkness your,
Cousin left in,
Maybe that was my own fault far from true Love sought,

If only our carnal desires could have been quenched or destroyed before we had met,

How graceful those times well spent,
Forget all the darkest fears that keeps upon our daring Souls and  
Answer the call of Heaven above

Tell the overture and underdeveloped maniac to be a carrier,
Of all of the sudden,
Flans' and such,
Gritted, girt, and push,
Keep in like with the ordinance,
Feel the poor drag,
Stem up your cellular brain


****** she wrote,
Tuesday devotee,
Wrapped in conformity and commitment,
Depraved sensual agitations,
For the alone inside

Like the dead wood,
I see the sun going toward,

A fallen retreat,
Like an isle of decision,

Always I am reminded of you,
In all my pale decades,

I see that nothing can compare to,
The fountain you loved me with,
That which inside you always had,

Get rid of everything,
That was anything,
Or something of a part of something,
Or else something is something,
Else I wouldn't be,
Something
Without

These people,
Call on the darkness,
As did I,
As if it were the Joy that was from the Great Love,
As if the Great Love didn't create darkness,
To finally diminish it,

Creatures come under the Stary Sky,
And see why the Love will provide,
See why and see for what reason,

Check the mate,
And and miss the tee,
Life for freedom,
Let freedom live for thee,

That's the trick...
Lay silently,
Like a cold corpse waiting to be devoured,
By birds and other....

Such animals! I cannot believe they left you like this!
They are under scrutiny and shame,
Yet they fallow a chirp of pity and pain

Birthing me, she asked...

Twilight blues?

Renegade Freedom
I responded...

Your like a cook in a desert,
You don't play nice,
With women or children...

Ok the silence is over! The butler or something screeched,
I've long winded the chase,
And i've dawned a new thought
We will rise the morrow with a crimson red...

..do you know the stakes you take?
For all the beauty you imagine
It's as if you aren't there
Or anywhere else,
I could suggest
The elephant snorts his gestures of guile
And cordless phones still reign,
But the satellite dishes, the poachers,
They can't get a rest

5 times I watch the moon drift, like oil upon glass tables

Wishing the world would spin away

"The lady in your dreams Michael she's not a joke" I told him

As if the blinkers of my headlights were out cold, I chased the penny men

"The difference is..." Cold sweat, dreary melting fears like chasing wine and vinaigrette,

I saw those lies stemmed in greed,

But I refuse to look on them,

The time and space around your vexed self is invariably tied to the nothingness you've drifted inward

Decently you ask for opinions

Coldly you swear to your mother asking for Death to guide you nowhere

Only are you at fault ?

Do Indian dances in ****** renaissance scare you?

Me to,

Come conquer these Bad faces with me, come conquer these black foot lions with me,

Like an old Pawnee once said..

"Expose the breadman"

Like time flowing nowhere
I find the rejection of life's constant,
Turmoil
Drifting through

Like broken chalices
Each dancing like brilliant oceans,

Interbred and intwined with fire
Desires to breathe outwardly

Like dead birds drinking tea
Together

Evil begone
Forever
The love inside my mind

Icicles dawn new days,
Lifeless senses across a frozen sphere,
All to often the creeping lion preys on my

Stone cold flesh,
Very inside his instant success,


I saw a man who could not be so,
A man

Without intention or direction,
He controlled how the weather felt about others than himself,

Vivid styles all clumped into a vat,
Of unadulterated kindness slyly
Devising a sure fire way to keep
Going


ONCE:

A made sense if it all,

TWICE:

I fell for a liars crown,

THRICE:

I live again like noontime regrets I seize the day

For what am I accustom?
To the customs of the times,
For what I am in solving?
All the bitter lies,

For what do you pretend,
To pretentiously understand,

Like the depths of water,
Or the silkest sands,

Drawing my way through the desert,
I slowly came along,

Like old rivers dried,
A bed of death alone,
I solemnly crawled,
To my rest of formless deep,

All of the reasons for me,
Slowly start to creep,
Ways away away, a way,
I am away I am,
Away I am way,
Although I do not,
I must simply follow Yahweh

A catastrophe happened,
I say, I say,
All I heard was the sound of the fay,
A whirl and a twirl,
Till the sun melted first,
Like a bottom of reasons that don't contain hurt,

I saw it! I saw it! The sailor announced,
Like as if a ghost had came into his house,
The purpose for me, is the purpose for you,
To live life out,
In the bottom of a shoe,
Don't pounce, or be some shy with me,
You groven truc' von shapaloop'
I saw that man with the mystery chair,
Asking me sharply if I was still there,

I said howdy do,
Mr. you know who,
I just hope you know you,
or better yet your self you do,
To see the fire standing top,
To the see the valley's slow down and stop,
A'ghast the greener' flames' I see,

A little old man, about yay' to be,
Came in with his forest of fears,
And failures, Out with the mustard, and guilty potato's I said alas,
He said get the people together for mass,
Must I said I to him that's so vast,
He said don't worry my love will last

If only between thought,
I, at once could retrace,
The steeple of freedom,
The fountain of grace,
Often I wonder,
Upon  a drear,
Only my only,
From time to the mirror,
Without a doubt,
All in a day,
I seldom remember,

For all is again inside of the pin,
For all I have seen I just hope we begin,
Trust in Omega for life never end

Adoni Fly away with me,

Let's meet in the summer sky,

Like flowers in the ocean we'll swing to and fro

Like worms in the dirt we'll wingle and grow,

Adoni my Raffa oh how sweet your sounds,

Lullaby's and trances of beauty that swells,

Make these fears fall to the floor

Hoping and praying no one is near

Just for today forever I hope

To live in your wonderous joy and peace free from the pain the shallowness and grief

Adoni, oh Adoni come fly with me

On the corner of whatchamacallit,
And prancer-villa
I sense time running north,
To show itself clear,
Without the lie and scandal,

Something showing forth, inner,
Willingness to provide tension
Lessons, to learn or learned by


This I know is clearly shown as friend,
Compare results,
Trade lives,
All the while the shoes are muddy,
And the dancing is clean

Like the water of Faith,
Sometimes rough sometimes safe,

I find myself in the currents of life,
Without knowing what next,

I chase tomorrow without thinking today,
I forget the pain and remember the way

Like the fish in the sea, my ego
Swims,

Like birds in the sky, my spirit
Flys,

The gifts of life come and stay

Welcome,
Again you have spoken,
Like as if you were just a cylinder,
Lost in the wind tunnel,
Form's and opinions of matter,
Such things,
That didn't even matter,
To begin again,
I again, begin,
Again,
I am a friend, of the fear's that
Keep the moonlight glowing


Seasons, tend like grief in the weeks ahead,
I see the silence and dread,
Of nothing and nothing, nothing again,
To be in that mist of ballad and twist,
My fingers would move without a fidget,
Love like a saddle of evening news,


Hours,
Minutes, Something about zman,
That is why you think you can see me,
Standing in the dreary October,
Wishin' the light of the turn of the eve'
Would handle all of the pain and return all of the rain,
So dreams can fly towards thy sky and paint a better picture nigh

I've often wondered about'
Days gone by,
Or nights alone,
In the sky


I cannot seem to marry
The divorce of my instincts,
I've fonder the idea,

Of Loves place,
Or face or name,
Jewels around as I call


For you for me,
I cannot be,
Elusive distasteful
surviving boric disease,
Tension and greed

The scattered dead,
Headless men filled with boundless grief,
Cherish moments of unneeded compromise,

Films unspoken,
Like hearts broken

Turning forward to times,
Beneath the effortless spines,
Of men asleep in greasy sweat,

Tell the cops to find the Ox,
Tell the boys to keep the watch,
Mind over matter,

Matter of fact,
I probably forgot all of that,
Nonsense and pain,
Time and fame,
Pointless matters of death,
Greater feelings of rest

Drop, find, follow, blind,
Chasing, tails, myths, fails,
Different color, breads,
Blend, mold, mend,
Who, Are, They,
Why even stay?
Black Baldness,
Forth,
Demon,
Denied,
Treason,
Reason,
Pleasing,
Da Lord on High

A heard a little girl,
Crying out "Please stop this world from trying! to hurt my very soul!"
I asked myself how?
She knew the very second,
Just how far she'd come,
To living in a dream,
To sitting in the sun,
I asked her hey darling,
I heard your pain was real?
She said she wasn't lonely, that he only wants to feel,
You see my favored crowd,
I tell you all this so,
This gentle little girl,
Can continue to live and grow,
Away from all the pain,
Of demonstrated strain,
On lives so new and fresh,
There cannot be a name,
So please don't hurt my children,
Calls God from above,
They are the ones,
Who make my life fulfilled

Effort making doubts fly
Mark-up fry
Don't let it all,
Special growing thought
Do you know the river falls
Islands places where the Tigers clash,
Year mystery confusion no doubt

Monday Friday
We've come that away
To remember better days
Always

A little of every kind of,
Committed atrocity,
Sadly displayed on the wall,
In the peace ability of national standards,

Grains of silent sands,
Keep a drift the ocean floor,

A music mayhem,
Mischance nuscance,
High way 14

Keep right, slow left,
Ok now don't stop

Ice and snow,
Bread and wheat,

Peace inside, death outer,
For truth,
Wisdom,
I found that all I am
Is all I am that

Flowers, ferns,
Wild leaves burn,
Night towns,

Laughter, joy
Grace,
People with reasons

Face the red sky dawn,
South the paw white deer,
Forward the shifting sands and dunes,
Where the sacred beetles stir salt and mud,
Time the black and brown bears as they mark a day,
For only what you are I can be what I am,
It reaches out, forgotten again

I spin,
Like a candle burning dimly lit in the dark September fields,
Slowly I search the vast horizon,
For anything that looks real,
Or tastes real,
Like a burdened thinker of thoughts, I am lost in the veins a-tossed the grains,
Like fallen Angels these evil's be,
Like dead carcasses' of broken trees,
Or human beings in line for death,
Or death in line to be human,
Can death at all become human,
For you and I,
I'd live to die

Hello, good ally, of nothingness and naught,
Be- treat the ocean foul's beneath the earth,
I've lost my connection with Earthly loss,
And found the reason my Love is free,
Hello Dr. My enemy you see,
In gladness and light,
I feel no fame,
I feel no shame,
I feel nothing,
Except you my Light,
Except you my Everlasting Father Delight,


Don't say Hello,
Without stopping by,
And know the way,
Is difficult to find,
Hello, Hello, Hello, Dr,
I can find you,
In my eyes,
The people I can speak,
The oceans up above,


I am mindful of nothing that is,
While also mindful of him who is,
Light sunshine, and the truth defined,
Confined in shadows,
Of pains divine,
Agony and places you'd rather not be,
Love can and will always free

Such a tragic invention
Mr.Montana,
Such a bad idea,
So very far from the essence,

I am searching for your,
Everyday approval,

In desire I see what you need,
Mostly,

As I said previously,
To the black brown bear staring at me,

"Droies betin' me say say I" like a line off a film long forgotten,

I'm a makeshift lifeless doll to this ****** world of crime and hatred,

If you die alone I said to myself,
I'll call you on the little fuzzy phone,
While sitting in the Styrofoam,
Waiting for the heavenly splendors,
To answer again,

Save me from this ****** depression,
The dog howls to God alone,

His voice rings like chirping birds,
And flies like spinning daises

alto vuelo

She dampened the sky,
Before he lifts a note again,
The dire fire men of ancient valley mend,
The greater memory broken bend,
Around the drift'ty tree's I tend,
To see the life of thee,
He said,
The time,
They said,
Again I cried,
Forget the special family fears,
A lot of things,
To be said,
About the things said because,
The death and life is nothing special or the life of nothing special,
Without agree again

*** and got,
Two examples of naught,
Silent mistreatments around the world,
Holding confusion at heart,
With twists, trifling lists decay,
I slowly find my way,

Outside the base,
Outside the mind,

For the right reasons,
I slowly define,

Girth, gotten,
Pain beneath,
The selective,
Mindless ego