My ****** left knee.tribute. A testosterone. All or nothing gonna punk your ***. Make you eat grass. Coccussion dealing. See pretty stars. Have you barkin at ants. Down on one knee how many fingers do you see.

High speed collisions. Last second decisions to duck or not to duck. That is the question. A small tribute to pay would not have it any other way.

Whether tis nobler in the mind to go ***** to the wall a nothing or all
Venture. Get you fitted later for dentures. Pickin up chicklets of
the floor. No mouth piece ?. But I. Didn't know. ****.

Sorry.
Trauma enduced D.J.D. degnerative joint disease. Right knee with severe cartilageneous breakdown.

This book is well read.
The story told and retold and why? the pages are thin and stained with
sweat.Could be teardrops.

The binding is unbound broken spine.cracked in places
If falls listlessly in my palm like a lifeless quail wings undone.
never to take flight.

Listen closely as the words drift from pages tattered and fragile.

Afraid to have meaning anymore.
Astride a swayed back mule
Once was a wicked rapier.now


A blunted tool.
Crepe-like roses dried betwixt the pages.
Still......trembling hands.

Tiptoe
Gently from joy to pain as thereader rolls across
Inked fantasies long pressed to page.
Believer believes.
The deceivers.


Tall tales to small.
An open book to all who dare look.

The well thumbed pages
Of a well
Worn
Book.

I gave my love a golden ring and gave my heart away as well the story of I now must tell.
What piercing love to which I fell,struck through the heart so fatal

I gave my love the inner self ,the one kept high up on the shelf and blew the gathered dust away. Struck through and through so fatal

In turn my darling gave to me a promise.
She gave an empty promise.

She handed me fragile vase with emptiness inside.a crystal lie so lovely but void of heart or soul.

I gave my love my sad goodbyes.
I gave my love the air.
Not fair I cried .
Not fair I cried. And withered deep inside.

Taffy took a turn for the worse.
        
             He tried pretzel logic.

                         Until he did burst.

" Not a blemish on her" the man said
  as she whooshed by head down
  bound for business.

You know the places where you aint feelin it
from my perch,the view is glowing.This  is observation sans critique.
I see it the same way, week after week.
Why mess with perfection zall I go to say.
All kiding aside.

Physical is my biz.
here is my physical quiz.

1.How does the high and wide mesh ?

2. Do the legs do more than walk ?

3.Does the mouth do more than talk.
4.Do the sum of the hips and derriere take me somewhere.

5.Do the eyes tell me surprises  are in store ?
I am a connoisseur of all things female...yet,a rank amateur.

The insides are a mystery still.A thing leads me to die and ****.
To possess to abdicate all will.(See prince  Edward and Wallis Simpson).
Or reason.

This is not a statement off kilter.
Nothing needs be said.
Save yer money honey.
Just flash the dimples.
14K.

It's the little things that seal the deal.
They make it real. Little things to small  except to feel.
Like the way you stand and sit when you don't realize that eyes are on you.
The way you fix your mouth to speak a word. The sounds you make that go unheard.
The little things like small kindnesses that remind us what the heart can feel.
How your hands move when you speak or the way look from through your eyes that surprises me every time and leaves me soft and weak.
The little things.
The way you sleep
Like sweet secrets that you keep and share exclusively.......
Those things.
Those little things that are there..Your hair...Your chin;
your goodness even when the world is unfair.
The little things my dear.

St. Elmo looked down on us
He lit our path through the jagged night.
Erasmus held us in his roughened palm.

There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.

There is a balm in Gilead,
to heal the sick soul.

Grasp the mast and glow ,and live
The mast of the fire.  The mast.
In darkest night.

Journey to Gilead by the warm blue
light.

My dreams.They come to me like midnight jasmine.

Treacle sweet as I walk in heavens garden.
Leaves brush my cheek
In passing.

As I srroll through heavens garden.

My days are spent in reverie of blissfull
Oceans lapping distant shores.
Misty breezes take me deep

As I walk in heavens garden

She holds my hand and thrills my heart.
Long and winding paths take me up counry roads.
Birds urge me forward with sweet song.
To the place where I belong.

As I stroll through heavens garden.

Sunshine opens my soul. Eternal joy from afar.

Stars await their turn. To burn and glow from a million miles
To light the way for my footfall . Sweetgrass s is my bed.

Crickets serenade

as I drift through heaven's garden.

Pulling chards and splinters from all four chambers all those missions.

All those submissions to loves demands.
Splinters deep fast asleep fast as a nordic frost setting deep in barren earth.

Rusted spikes driven in during days of sin. From brighter days and carefree obsessions. Keloids and scar tissue.

A do over ?

Ready.
Set.
Begin.

No pressure. No diamond.

No oyster. No pearl.
                 Cloistered from the sun. Ageless in aspic.
                 Rare as angels hair and fine. So fine to me

Precious as baby breath. Gentle as a web.
My love's comes. spiritsensual.

a rocket   a sparkling messenger.
Sender.
Coiled.taught.loose as the limbo
Cool baby.hot.
Hot baby.cool. they shattered the mold.
You...I will remember. Ashes to dust.

A single blade of grass pushes out of craggy block of stone next to my sandaled right foot one seed of defiance from a dusty crag....suckled on midnight mist. Blood in the ragged stone from dying warriors holding. Holding ground from the battlements girds the will of the solitary sprig...by my sandaled foot sprung from the ragged stone.
Suckled on the erie somber midnight fog bolstered by dying blood the warriors blood runs down the ragged walls of the battlements high.
High on the walls, I scan north to south from aloft from the fateful walls of the Keep.
Dying.
Is
The
Order of the day....the single sprig will witness all from the craggy wall  and men will fall by the score from grace. From breath and senses. From the cursed battlements to perdition.

Souls submissions to bloodlust and material gain.
Will soak the stolid stone and wash to earth to mingle spirit and blood with mother earth. And the grass will grow  unfettered from ground. As the killing season
Moves on.

When I am in the company of women I strive to hold the beauty of the
Moment.

When I am in the sphere of femenin my senses lenghten just to hold the substance the
Moment

When I look a woman in the eyes ,the value of the
Moment

When I draw near a woman, no matter age or vlsion. Still the
Moment

The moment. Lends me certainty. Oh nothing wrests my certainty
That fragile strong or otherwise
My very sbstance was derived from the culling of the
Moment.

This is what I am
I am the best.
The hide.
I
wait with
Mosin-Nagant.

You will rue the day
as  I lay in wait
with
Mosin-Nagant

The wind bites my face
My fingers grow numb
The ground is hard
My will is harder
I put my trust in
Mosin-Nagant

There an flash of color
The clank of steel
I smell the diesel
in the distance a speck
appears then two.
Easy shot whispers Mosin-Nagant.

The column trudges into view.
What order whispers Mosin-Nagant.
Far right  then the slowest.

We huddle closely as the reticle sets
on the dead man walking  on the right flank.
No easy task . I am Mosin-Nagant.

Standing barefoot in the broiling sun
Sitting by the rivers edge
kneeling at the alter
Humming a tune at the precipice.
wondering aloud  at the crossroads.
Thinking of the days gone by.
Never to return.
America what lies in store for you now.

The sun will surely rise.
But will you.Will you acclimate to the brutality to come.
Fitfully you will sleep and regret will haunt your dreams.

Will you know the cause of your demise, The wolf will stalk and grin.
Your fortitude will falter as strength becomes a commodity.
How far to the bottom,and then.

The fall is not painful but the sudden stop is brutal.


The wind will surely blow
Your thread-worn garments will flap and flutter in the wind
You see comfort has departed. Take care America.
Reckless Rome.

These are rare.once in a million lifetimes.
one burns out overused.Retreaded.Discarded.
Reincarnated. Fulfilled.
                                                                                A new flame.
                                                                                Balance will remain.Order restored.
Harmony.
One step past finite.
Ignite a new fire.A new flame to burn and return none the wiser of the prior journey.

Task fulfilled. An evolved spirit.
Ascends never to return.

One book closes, another opens.
The journey anew.
What do you believe.?

loving you madly Mady
But you like me a lot when the mood hits then it's quitsville honey why do you flaunt me only to reject and haunt me.
I'm in a Steely Dan state of mind running frantically you chasing my emotions and then im running way behind manic to the max got
Me on boogie then we bump and grind so twisted cause you insisted on a
Steely Dan state of mind.
Wanna gently rock your boat and tickle your fancy bang down your back door get all over your frame make **** sure yoy emote when you came but just the same,in a steely dan state of mind

The portraits & prints hang on the wall she never noticed them at all.
Window dressing. Playing house.
  
They stare back at her and deride.
Can you see me now? They inquire.

We are what is left.
Casualties of the struggle.
Still suspended.
On wire.

The beat goes on.
The bird sing gayly.
Clearly , life is a novela.

How many chapters
To this tale.
Tune in
Next
Episode.

Looking down at my ramshackle feet my ragged vehicle.

They climb the stairs one by one wrapped in struck iron..Ten links and a biting clasp caresses my ankles as
I rise step by step to stand judgement.

Alone I stand in judgement.

Looking out at the sea of faces looking up and taking stock...cold calculations and nothing more.

Rolling ships in  cold abandon defiance of a watery descent..
       In the bowel the true belly of the beast....Traversed. Taken to stand in judgement far away to empty shores. Hope ? Abandoned.

          I stand alone in judgement..sorrows abound and heavy is the head that wears the crown..The king of sorrows with no tomorrows must stand alone in judgement.

No harm no foul baby.
I'm guilty then
Cuff me and
Take me away.
You  are an old soul
The one with witchy ways.
I would sit and absorb your essence for simplicities sake
To the core of you
A wellspring of flatted 5ths.
Kilter be dammed.
The watcher in me would come alive and thrive to hold you up to the light...turn you this way and that. Sit and watch the exquisite dance cadence from your lips as you speak the alphabet or whisper a silent prayer.Caputred by you.
Enraptured by your eyes hypnotic charms but you know these things to be true.
This thing is as old as the hills the moth to flame the hunter and the game

Gone fishing out to lunch with my expression all said but not done it was a fix for the torture Of one thousand cuts.
        Limits.
A hollow sound in my  verbal shriek as weak drivel slides from my creative psyche.
           Barren.
Shallow...low dynamic the wick flickers
         Rhyme laid down his sabre as reason goes treasonous.my friend had deserted me made a break for the concession stand you see misery loves company. On another note.
Remote wisps of a clarion call focuses me none at all.
Rambling.
Stumble to the shimmering oasis where cool water ripples.
Trickery.
Pause.
Breath.see it ?
Just another stop along the way.
One foot follows the other.
Till the coil retires.
**** it.
A recurring dream.
Reboot.
Rewind.
Do it to the end.
And again.

She came unannounced
How long will you stay this time
Will you at least say goodbye.
Why.
I thought we had a deal
If you come back with pain or passion
With a vengeance
Soothing hands. P.M.S.
Red silk or black cotton dress

Here I wrote a song for you.
The blues.Gut bucket Delta.

Come back honey
Sit down and smooth your dress
look me in the eye and lie about where you been.

Lie to me cause it don't hurt anymore
This could never be.
Go ahead lie to me.

I will sing the song just as long as you
want to hear it.
Just lie to me.

I am in the golden time now.
Destiny crooks her finger, beckons me to
Her alter.

The moment is upon me  keeps my head bowed- low and grateful
a  wisdom still young.a toddler still.
so when she caresses my back ever so softly and whispers feathers in my ear
"fear not all is well written"
truth is your  shield,courage is your armor , steadfast  be  your bow spoken word , arrows in the wind.

I will douse you in  scalding
hot fire.the rain with temper you
lightning will strike from high and draw you forth anew.
you are in the golden chalice and none shall conquer you.

You know when the music stops the one

Farthest from a chair has to make haste and bully

In. Well she found the beat a bit off putting

And the end result was

No chair there.

Now she sits in the window and stares.

Molding .
Shaping.
Urging.
Opening young minds to my world.
Poetry.
My tossed salad thinking expressing.
Blinking imaginings from my mind to yours.
Lose in translation.
Gain full imagination.

A seed was planted. No.six small seedlings.need-lings rertilized.
Eyes ,open mouths closed.
Ears listing to infinate possibilities. To the torch. To the pen. To the verse
To the meter.hearts afire for the word's embrace. My mind to
theirs.Peeling back onioned layers. An onioned pearl. For the taking.

Young minds sitting on worn chairs in the halls of knowlege like gaping.sponges.poetry.given lineage received. My mind to my pen.
My mind is the inkwell , the quill scratches froward then moves on.

Somewhere  deep in the ***** of her
Contractions  will drive flagella  home.
To blend and twirl in pleasure and
Build a metronome. The quickening and spark.
mind and body  are destined to link and intuition can meld with spirit  and cells. A silent awakening a crawling from the brink as liquid solitude nurtures to find a a living home. As system after system  speaks the tongue  of the metronome
quick and crisp
thick and strong
for long and long
mild hesitation
pause meditation
labored progress
halting redress
Silence.

I love the feel of LA in the night.
setlow behind the wheel I get the
feel of a bird in flight.
night out baby night   owl on the prowl For meaning.
crawling down Sunset cruising up vine
UNION ST. No real
destination no special place to find lights halo blurred in the distance,halo blurred in the rear oview blind.Getting smaller in the climb .Mullhulland Drive.
I 10 West to the pier Cresting waves shimmer and disappear.LINCOLN Drive.
ROLLING THROUGH the gardens of Nickerson Projects.social prpjection turned witches cauldron .Night shadows like nightshade.antennas quiver.
The Shaw .Liemert Park
After dark.
Black velvet
Jazz redux.
Sagging jeans for tuxes.
Homeless dude on the bus bench cross Century Blvd.
Soutward bound.
Greyhound bus growls and slithers by.
Leavin town.
Bye
Bye.

From love's facination the joy and pain of it all they slowly pull their questing hand away from flickering flame away from love or loss.

Frisky and coye a first then they quickly see the spectre of past demons of bloodied hearts ..deception then they recede and begin to dance ..
As
They turn their minds away to  havens built from the rubble of yesterday..fall away.

To bastion and barricades they made from fantasies of the highest grade "  my heart of heart cant take the chance of another love found and another love lost"
SO..FALL AWAY THEY MUST.
The clock ticks forward
Never back and so the dance proceeds
A dirge as understudy seeking solace centerstage seeking. Wanting.desirous. envious and confused.

An ember still seeking air it sits hopefully in hearts all dressed up in pounding chest.
Again the moment sits there the tick the tock from love's timekeeper time reaper and so the the moment passes as she turns askance with fears well justified.
She turns the lock as tumblers catch the safety latched.
Dreams at bay.
Hopes astray
Needs neatly wrapped and tucked away.
Love, love go.away come again some other day.
Sweet nothings how they capture.keens to rapture
Just love me please for what I am,love me with no reservations . See deeeper than my fears. Take my hand and lead.the dance but love past all other. The silent request.
In the moments heat turned slow deception. They learn to
Fall away