Hurry home to rest Oh failing Sun you are rewarded a days duty done as you send shadows long and defeated to ground.
Come.

Lit by polluted incandescent pain. willingness the city roars and cavorts in limited sensuality...hidden desires unraveling by night.
Come hither.
Wafting breezes eases transition of myriad shades of black...pushing back at the world weary day.
Whispering hope...familial collusion at hour's conclusion.
Come rebirth, come nightfall come quiet
Come twilight
Come moolight.
Come daylight
Rejoin the fight
In Burning sunlight
Then forevermore
Come forward.
Come twilight.

Weak minds lead strong decisions you see it on the subscreen crawl a world of deluded with no reality at all.
You see the lie becomes material and firm when masses squirm and hand wring over hard moral choices. See it all unfold and dont believe. I dont need aces up my sleeve. The hard drive just took a leave.
See how it is today.

See and believe
Senses dont speak in tenses. Believe what you knoe. Hear what the truth is not isms and scisms.
Think in factual calculus.
A pig in a poke ?
Sold to the highest bidder.
We the people are reaping the whirlwind
Again and again and again

To tufted ground he fell but he was smiling on the way down
he must have seen it coming and cashed in his chips,Maxed out his cards, used up his frequent flyers.
The landing was in slow motion and he seemed to like it.

I saw the Last Mohican  pull down his Wiki yup. He had a knowing smirk. All in a days work pay me later or pay me now.A casino or two for genocide in lieu. But what can a guy do when his number plays ?

I saw Robin Williams Throw up his hands. God I loved that man but it was no surprise. Too many voices in that chock filled head.He and Johnny winters cut from the same cloth.

I saw The Man In the Moon wink last night.The orb burned bright and the loons craned their necks to catch a glimpse. The tide battered the shore meanwhile and the Raven croaked "Nevermore" in the silvery light of the shadow painted night. "Nevermore"

I heard  the gusting wind last night as it wiped the face of Kilimanjaro and dusted the Sahara in shimmering specs of glassy sand. A solitary Date palm surrendered tasty fruit to the grateful earth.
Joe Camel had a flying fig as he puffed an unfiltered and blew smoke rings thing of beauty and skill.

I heard the Howling wolf far up in the pines last night to no one in particular,just doing what nature dictated. He looked around slowly for approval, got none then sang his song again after clearing his throat.  

I smelled the tangy scent of burning Rome on the hill as politicians fiddled for the lobbyists and corporate constrictors.  The Senators donned fresh togas and drank heady wine from golden goblets.
"Let them eat cake"
Same arrogance, different century.

I ran down to the river to wash the blood from my wounds and seek shelter. A pack of sprinting  zombies in hot  pursuit. Good thing they can't swim. A pound of flesh each was more than I could pay and live.
I. incessant
R. ravenous
S.Sharks      

I pulled my coat tight around me and leaned into a stiff ill wind as
Down the road I go.
By the way what does an ill wind blow ?

While the wicked are confounded                                     Confutatis  Maledictis

Doomed to flames of woe unbounded.                              Flamis Acribus addictis.


Call me with thy saints surrounded.                                 Voca  me *** benedictis

This is a line from a movie
I cant remember which but it hit me right between the eyes.

A lot of women marry men expecting them to change and are anguished when they dont.

A lot of men marry women expecting them to not change and are anguished when they do.

  A lot to be said about that.

My low horizon caused me to miss the big scene. A glittering bauble sitting high in low places.essence.
Ding.
Drug.
Poem.
Debunk
Oz.
Stop loss in training.ask
Zero.eBay, ssh.ahhhhhh.Poem.
Echo.Echo eco.Edo.do pose.pretty.da.da.
Rorschach.

Cause and effect made him shambling wreck

Cause too many late lights and too many in fights was the cause.

Just be. Cause it is doable don't mean you should do it

And a just cause is not always your cause.

Consequencies will cause you to blink
Double think when the right cause
Comes.along. cause
You paused. Double think.

Will take you to the brink

When instinct gets paused cause too many
Effects have caused you to balk.

Cause sometimes discretion is the better part.cause
Livve to fight another day caused neville chamberlaan
To dither while Poland burned. Why ?

Causes and pauses are like
Opaque obstructions.


But. That's what makes the wold go round
The world go round the world go round.

Causes make the world go round
It makes the world go round.

Seize the moment.

Under shroud of sickly moon lite rides.beneath sodden cloak and leather.Under pelting rain .

Over barrren beaten pathway.over polished cobble.rides. eyes a glimmer in the gloaming. Rides.
He
The my way or the highway man
Aboard a wooden steed.The hollows clatter in his soul
Bears witness
To his folly.  
So forward ever
Backward
Never

She stood head bowed over the empty kitchen sink.
The man stood to side in the doorway watching her.

What could she be thinking in the vacant pause. No dishes or pots there.
No greasy spoons or chipped coffe cups.
A billowing cloud of steaming dreams defferd rose wistfully from the dingy faucets fall that issued forth nothing at all.

Her hands did scald as her heart twirled and spiraled away to the sewers. Gone. Gone her youth.
Wasted. Wasted her precious youthfull ember. It trickled down her nose. Like a lousiana dirge to white rain washed slabs.no cake walk for her eyes.

The man wondered still. and yet stil today.
What could she ever say.

Yo there it is way down in the corner. Two slices only half eaten double pep.
Two cans of  Schlitz malted lifted two wash em down
            Big stack of yesterday's news piled up in a corner.....Sleeping on the ground forgot my jamies with teddy bears on it.
Bumster livin is da bomb.

These days,pickins have gotten slimmer cause white collar jobs are not my kind of fun.  

Got my GED in dumpster diving
Guys on the hill still lying and coniving.
Got me a tall boy and a forty.
Bout to get lifted

CHUG LIFE BABY

What good is peace if war is not a possibility.
Fool's gold though old men get to sit out while the young
are minced,vaporized.

                                              ­               Peace is a Noble aspiration and
well worth pursuing.  Meanwhile The warrior must stand firm
To allow peace to have a say. Wolves are at bay not by happenstance
but by design. The devil will take the hindmost but will catch hell from the foremost who will turn and unleash havoc
Even at the highest cost.
It has always been. That way.

SEMPER FI.

A million  drops of blood fell to the earthen
floor where it seems a million years before
a spirit visited  my soul and gave me insight.
my pain  found deliverance
♧♧♧ a stroke from the mystic
Expressions  stitched with barbed  wire encircled my brow. Paid penance  for a negligent heart.
A blurred dismissal of truth an ode to one's  youth.

                  A Ragged
Magician in frayed costume. No rabbits to flurrish  from threadworn sleeves nor doves to take flight with flapping relief.
a gift. Golden bangles fall from wrist.
Times fold over and over in rythym  as prescribed  by delusion.
Forward.
The belted restrictions of perception only imply. Four  square confinement  to adorn the journey.
Dust.

At first I missed it too busy or dismissing it as a twitch or fluke but it happened again and once more.

Looking up to meet the sweet expression in speach. A soft agreement written on air.

The second time was a flicker
But the feeling did
wicker gently but still not real..Her face was beautifull.

Fell to the floor a game a twist but nothing more .The next time I saw it
I promise that I would find much more next time I looked into her eyes.She was not shy by any means and so the question bore asking.

When the day is blazing
I'm ready for brisk and lazing.
sunshine as crisp as pine needles.
Seeing for miles in ocean blue skies.
Then the needle quivers on E
the sun commits to losing the fight.

Comes night,Oh I despise but summer nights in summer skies bring crickets,fire Flys and sweet possibilities. So stay and the children will squeal and play and cool wafting air to chase the night away.
you too please stay.
No go.No stay
I want to make love to you night and day
I can't choose so one and two makes three
both of you
stay ?

Yo babygirl. Is that indifference that I see as you stare out the picture window. I feel you jitter when we get close. Or is that my desire to lift my hand and stroke your sweet *** as you brush past me. YOU.KNOW.

You are one exotic bird. I.can almost feel your heart beat when you enter my space. c'mon. Girl.
You know the.deal. I'm tired of the.charade.take one step forward .
You know how I feel.cat and mouse

Even money honey.
Just want to rock your cradle.
Even money.you can't stand two
feet from me and not tremble.

Your hands are telltale and the way you lift your chin. Tells me further of the state your libido is in. No sin.
Still with me ?

I read you chapter and verse.
Want.You bad honey.
C'mon tender.come be my nite nurse.

You read my story.
No guts.no glory.
And please go head and.judge the book the cover. Yes like Prince said.
"I wanna.be your lover"

Whoever junior is I hope he's makin it happen.make your eyes roll back and your stomach quiver.
Fools rush in baby. Just wanna take my time. SABES ?
Cmon.slim.. let a brotha in.

So.in.conclusion I would like to heretofore let it be known.
You.look.so.tender like meat. Fallin of the bone. Know you.got game.

None of that will.matter if I can make you forgot your own
name.for a ten count. That my sweet is eternity.
SO.
Allow me to lose myself in your arms.fall headlong into your eyes.
I want to roll the dice and put all my chips on Blackanese.

If you feel me nod twice and pass go.

What is required inquired the man to go from here to the forward place
Where all is friutful and kind. What is the fare I that must pay.
I have done the work, shouldered the burden and carried on through foul and fair, so my friend tell me the secret please share if you will.

You are a big man even large of stature and tall in stance. Look forward .
Be humble. Recede within. less is greater.
Said the keeper.

Parables have been my  lifelong bane  so  I inquire further what is the fare. To whom must I
pass my fee. I am a man of import and great desires.  My time is of value and well worth the wait but
still I inquire who holds the gate.

The gate will open but you must bend,
you will be required to bow your head
and and proceed with humility.
The gate is wide but the
passage low.

Bow your head and the truth
will show.

Certain special days
The sun drops in the ocean
I catch it now and then.
Half dipped a glowing ember.

All across the horizon.
A stunning life bleeds out
The distant shimmer
Slowly succumbs to cool evening.

It catches me unawares a
I go about my business,glancing
Then staring entranced always
Transfixed

Nature paints another rejection
Of our hubris.
Vanity bows in shame. My heart surrenders
Like undying love again. I love you
My dear. Stronger than before.

At the bottom
look way up to the rim up there where the air is slim. So the steep escape comes lumbering in to reach the edge of wondering.
This is
the end
of
me.

So.what do you think of the new inspector General?
Reminds me of the pecker checker on the submarine I served on during the war.

What ?.

He graduated head of his class.

Bully for him.

Had a pet snake named casual ***.

Not Jake?

Nope...but one can always hope.

Yer shittin me man.

Nope...I only pass the people I don't like.

So doctor tell me please why am so frail as of late.
I cant keep my food down in fact  I dont even want to eat.
My mother cooks my favorite when I go over.
She sees me wasting away.

"Boy what you doing to yourself" she says.
You looking sickly. You sleep O.K.

Every-ting  Irie  Ma I heard mi-self say.

"If I nevah know betta I would say you love struck".

"But you too old fi puppy love I more than sure"

So tell me son why you looking so weak.

Ma I got a love Jones for Little Angelique.

Small ax fall big tree the old folks say.

Five feet two.
Got hooks in you.

Weak in the knees when she looks at me.
Just a matter of time.
Just a matter of time.

Angelique. Baby.

A savage came to a small lagoon on a pale moonlight night.

He spied himself on the shimmering skin of water.
There stood a man. a human being no less
WakanTanka had shaped him in his palm and set him on the land.

The savage in his nakedness ,
strong and lean knew his time was now at hand.

The savage knelt and kissed the earth
Gathered sand and. Dirt. Gazing into velvet eternal
The great Oso. The bear beckoned him to come forward.

The savage cast the earh to the wafting breezes his destiny now assured.
All that was would again be. Lamented song as he moved along the pathway. Chanted his greeting to the great buffalo Tanka.

My time to abide with you is upon me.
Be with me on my journey .

Stepping into nothingness.
Fallling up to forever.

The circle.
Completed.
To better hunting grounds

Neanderthal grunts,scratches and stands
Shades his eyes in salutary pose.
New daylight on the horizon.The fisherman sits on sand mending nets to cast into rippling sun kissed tide.
The man in valley gathers This flock in shade of green shade sunkist hills where rolling blankets sweet grass abounds.

Ancient Orient glimmers like  polished stone.Stands watch across vast open plains momentum grows while the blazing orb labours to climb to do it's work.

Battle lines drawn as thousands stand fixed in gleaming light. Swords of bronze and chariots poised to beckon perdition. The rising sun as witness.

High above the stricken crowd stands the priest in wondrous plumage a crimson river runs down the stone. He sands alone a dagger in his right hand the still beating heart in left.
The Sun god requires.

The ground spins silently below us. The sky rolls by in concert.
The golden god he whispers to all, arises swiftly and then he falls to sleep.

Dictates our every breath..morsel that man eats.
Bow.
Worshipping none.

We who see to plumb and ponder always turning pebble and stone,cutting to the quick pulling marrow from bone.Why ?
Arrested in time like children asking. The joy of disection. Us who seek.
We pose the querry never content. The puzzled inquisitor.
Poet ?
A frazzled strand on the helix. Pain emmersed ? Love unrequited.

We stand afar and scan the horizons.mark the twain at depths uncharted. WE who are blessed and cursed look deeper and longer at the Gorgon on certain pain.

Poet.seeker
Poet.mind painter.
Poet.mind sailor.
Poet.soul soother
Poet.revelator.
Poet.truth warrior.
Poet. My kin.
Poet.my sister
Poet. My brother.

The Mountain beckoned me and so.
I climbed to summit.
Every crevice as toe hold and ragged purchase for thumb and finger.
                                       A voice did whisper "do not look down nor linger"
                                       The pinnacle it resisted me and so did I malinger frequently. But by and by with force of will I clambered up to heaven' sill then stood and scanned horizon.

The setting sun did welcome me as it sank low to slumber.
It touched me gently cross my brow then pointed out to distant range that ran quite high and resolute.

" Greater challenges await my friend before you enter Heaven's gate" said the mountain. And less you forget, your  reward will be the journey not the destination set.

Here puppy puppy ....
Nice doggie.....no... no...
Good boy.... fetch.... come....come... STAY ?
Ahhh ****.
Usually female  sometimes a Man...ish.
Loving dogs more than people.... over comitted to making Rover roll over.
Tricks for treats.
Scoobie snacks for low self eztteeemers.
Johnny wont behave or comply.
Get a dog or a ****.
Dogs are faitfull  even when ya kickem. All paws and tongue. Never ever singing WE SHALL OVERCOME

Not the way you touch my hand so lightly as you speak.
Not the way your eyes ooze into my will.
Oh no, Not that.

Not the way you breath so softly as you sleep.
I cozy up to your face on the pillow savor every breath.
Silently I yearn to share every essence of you.

Not your mouth.your lips that quiver with anticipation
as I draw you close to me. a preamble of what is to be
unspeakable pleasure your eyes twin abysses.

Oh no. Please speak a word. any word.
Now my darling for every whisper is a symphony.
a treasure like no other.Each more priceless than the other.

Your hands were made to hold my heart forever and no other.
Slender fingers serpentine. to slither and caress. Oh sweetheart
My love My dearest your hips they sway a pulsing rhythm that I can
hear, a bossa nova.Cool and warm is your charm.

Have I not loved before?
No.
Clearly,This way is like no other.

I lay awake on endless nights and shudder.
Wipe the silent tears away.Mourn the day
when I have lost your way to another.

I do so love you.

Old smoker sending one ping for distance. Downscope,now dive the boat now soon.
Dive the boat.

All full ahead now down 40 degrees.
Blackwater,Blackwater.

Piercing lies behind soulfull eyes.
The likes I have never seen.
What contortions made you. Twist reality
At the root.

An absence of self.
I assume.
No core of substance to
Fix or cure.

Mendacity
Menterosa....... no hay una alma.

There be a sweet spot Aarrgh . A sweet spot rite betweem my eyes and my id where my mojo crawled off and hid.
And thats when I cant make It
do what it did before.
My writes feel like I'm I
batting lefty with a hefty bag dropped over my head.
              Cant write anything past my a,b,sees. Like scratching with 10 oz gloves laced on. Fuzzy.
                          Like music underwater.
All dry.All out.
All of reasons and whys...the words..mock me while sipping brandy. Cigar smoke wafting.
Easy chair. After all no sense to it. Just verbal diarrhea. Cunning illusions...sweet nothings.