When the night is still,
She comes,
Licks the nib
And spits her words
Upon my pages.
I wake to read thoughts
I didn't know I had
But the writing
Reads like a mirror.
With shaking hands
I tear the treacherous paper.
Words born of wine
And what is best left buried.
The mirror me waits.
***** in hand.
Nothing stays buried forever.

today i made

a leaf

one that will not crumple
as she twist it about

it will will not stain or fade
upon this rainy day

it's made of metal
etched with lines
built to stand the the test
of time

with two sides
for all she loved

a blend so sweet
something she won't
drop at her gypsy
feet  

placed where she will surely find
and know it's the leaf of mine.

Heal my heart heal my soul
Let your spirit take control of what little there is left of me
Heal my heart heal my soul
Set me free from the strong tethers that bind me
Heal my heart heal my soul
Help me fly span the skies that beckon to me
Heal my heart heal my soul
Guide me to a land where freedom awaits me
Heal my heart heal my soul
Together let us take control of our destiny
Let us walk holding hands
Into a world that understands
Peace and harmony

walkn these walls
lookn for eggs
that the bunny has laid
wait thats the
easter time ryme

christmas is not
God its hot

kids are all gone
its a lonely ole song

wifes at work
boss is a ****

my friend
wordvango
is having a gran time
i wish i was with him
an six gallons of cold red wine

we could drink it all night
til saint nic comes into sight

we'd stagger away
and he'd say to all
a good  night

Step away from the window
Or you may get hit and die
From the lead bullets
Of a car passing by

Don't drink city water
It's full of poisonious lead
Don't trust the governor
when he says it won't mess with your head

So he was bullied
One day after school
Drug  into the alley
His funeral was cool

Stopped because your
Left turn signal was out
Beaten and shot
Because there was some doubt

There is no North side
South side , East or west
It's all no man's land
Don't be foolish and second guess

Happy Thanksgiving USA
May peace and love, come your way
With thanks and praise, to fill your day
BOEMS BY JA 470

When I was young
And in my prime
I could do it
All of the time

But now I’m old
My hair’s turned grey
I sort of from it
Shy away

Back then I’d bang it
Hard and long
But now I’m not
Quite as strong

I use to take
Those deep, long strokes
But now their only
Little pokes

I’d stroke it deep
I’d stroke it hard
The consequences
Disregard

With no control
I’d shoot and spray
Just used my stick
And flailed away

Then drove it home
And drilled that hole
With that last stroke
I’d reach my goal

But now that I  
No longer play
I will those golf clubs
Put away                                          
BOEMS BY JA 94

Don’t pick a gift
For the praises you’ll win
But for the time and effort
Which you have put in

Because

It’s not the gift in the box
That you will be leaving
But the thought in your heart
Which they’ll be receiving
WIZDUMBs BY JA 645