Hard a starboard. Lash.yourselves down boys
Were coming about to fire broadside.
All hands.

A rag tag crew.on
Hardtack and tea going about business , down to the sea.
David Jones's

Beyond the crows nest.
Ship Ahoy.
The yardarm as pendulum and there.

Ahab in his element.
Fathoms deep.
forward to world's end

Bring up the long glass. sea spray and salty breezes
Sun weathered skin, looking for world's end
around the bend in the horizon

It ends and falls away
the rest to the imagining
2.9 miles out.The deep blue
gives way to the churning horizon.
2.9 miles to world's end.

3 sheets to the wind or
To Poseidon's palace.

This thing has no rhyme or reason
Just random thumb typing to connect the dots.
Realy freestyling. A goof.

At the end,will there be reaason?
Chicken or egg.
Omlett or leg.

Spare parts laying on the floor
Stitched together for effect.
An abstraction in action.
A work in progress

To be continued.....

Ma Nature and Pa time.
Tolling bell for the count.
I still get nifty @ ten past fifty.

Still run like a chicken on speed.
Got hops that wont stop.
Strength to weight ratio like a worker bee.
But
Why is erbody always pickin on me. NOT.
Blessed to be three score today.
Heart pounding like a jackhammer.
With oldschool manners.
Blessed. Who could have guessed..three score crouched and ready to pounce and soar.
Good vibes and
Thankful forever more.

Rough Pine Boxes
For six foot drops.

Dance hall twirling
Till music stops.

Love triangles
Hard to balance

Music plays on
We blew our chance.

Today's heartbreak
Is not new news.

Fools will rush in
The cool stay cool.

Seek salvation
On bended knees.

Whisper softly
In thous and thees.

Cannot undo
Our written past.

Rough pine boxes
Cry free at last.

My revelation is clear now.
I got rythym. Now.
See.
                                            Seven days to an orbit.
                                            Or mere cochance.
                                            Seems like a weekend thing too.
****
                                           Inspiration seems to kick off her
                                           Frilly lace and slides quietly under satin.
                                          Heat check. Why?
Perception is reality no?
Saturation and release ?
Skull duggery.
Mind miner.


Alchemist at work.
Iron pirate. ?

At any rate it feels like 7 is my lucky #.
Ahh. Sleep dep.?
Mayhap.

**** kickin at the end of the Chisholm.

Lookit you now.

Prettiest place that I've ever seen.
Folks there dont treat you mean
In Abilene.

Random randomness that means nothing at all
Neurons sniping and watching things fall at random locations.
Connecting dots picking forget me nots and making a pile.
:-)

Why.
He is pack driven.
And knows his A.B.Cs

Africa. You are bereft. Africa means pain to me.
Too vast for sympathy past token.
Too old to not know better
Too wise to have no answer.

Much too late for Africa

****** mother Africa.
Bleeding from the eyes
Seen too much of suffering
Flayed to the bone then left alone.

What has not been said compared to what's been done.

Laying on a dusty road
At the easy leisure of the the passerby.
So vast, Primal still tribal and divided.
Africa you will endure. Pain. Africa.

The sweltering Jungle. The scorching sun.
Oh Africa.

You are Beautiful.
You are destined.
You are horrific
all wrapped in butcher paper.

Still to the highest bidder.
Numb to the lash.
Cries go unheard.
Gnawing at your limb gripped tight
in vise-like turmoil. Oh Africa.

I love you for what you have been.
I love you still for what you are.
I pray Africa.
Oh Africa.
Peace. Be still.

A witches brew forget what you knew about what you knew.
Summer heat comimg down to Haight street.
Black leather. Huey P.

***** South..coming round.
The lottery for your vacation in the Mekong Delta

Power to the people  wattstacks.. love generations birthday.
Coast to coast conflagration.
Burn baby.
The Hearst chronicles
         Apollo flew from the Cape.
Kennedy casket draped for
a procession.
Economic depression.......

Tick. Tick  Tick.

Lashed to the side .washed by the rolling tide
I have traversed the oceans wide.somehow. my cursed soul
Cannot find surcease.

Seasons go and decades flow.
Down, down to the depths we go. A watery grave
I stubornly craved ,no such. Cursed beast.

"No whale. No cursed devil."
Release me to darkness.
To hell and gone.

Vengeance is mine saeth the lord
I Ahab spat defiance.
A wooden keepsake strapped to my knee.

A bitter morsel  for mobey **** who bit and spit the cursed zealot
Away to drift.

Now strapped astride.his sworn foe
His soul long dead .sent ahead.
Ahabs sentence


To prowl the depths
To see the unseen.
Fathom for fathom.dark and deep
Never to sleep or feel the touch.


A horrific Dutchman to end of days
To repent for his blackheart vengeance.
Forever cast

Away.

I asked the old veteran sitting in the easy chair in the shoe department in the Sears store in Torrance in Southern California.

How are you doing ? I asked.
This guy saw bodies fly apart
On the beaches of Normandy. "Way better than the deep six" he said.
I got a little place my knees hurt and my ticker got jumper cables attached.
But I ain't cold, hungry and low on ammo.

Can a 9 mm lead composite slug introduced
to a human anatomy at high velocity turn to gold at
Point of exit ? No.

Will that human composite of blood and bone change  forever ?
Will a bear defecate in the woods ?

Words not war.

I am angry. Why
I am confounded. How so
I am  lost in the boundless knowledge that I will never know the things I will never know.

LIKE WHAT IS THIS LIFE.
and how is it fair that my time is limited to unravel moment as it slips away as it slips away to another day.
and looking back to linger and decipher, robs me of the moment, the journey the path.the essence the now. How is that fair.

To be blessed or cursed with spirituality undefined.

To look inward and outward and descend as I climb. Omnidementional existence is
transcendent but all in the mind.

Our evolution requires a added senses.Not yet available.
Not yet on the table.

I met a woman who had transcended I was barely able to gather her. barely past my grasp
and far from my reach. eighty years of age a gentle sage. Her physical plane was a convenience for others to see. She was here and not here.

Goodness and grace. love and kindness sprang forth from her face.
Her hands healed and she gave me her mercy
No holds barred no pound of flesh.

Once a lifetime.

Dear Miss Harris.
this letter is to inform you that your position in the constaltions
Is fixed and never to fade.

My dearest Eleanor.
It would be misleading if I told you that for me, it was love
                                         at first sight but you have grown on me with
                                             The passage of time.
Over the years I have come to understand what the fuss was alll about.
As me myself and I sat alone in my solitude.
I have grown to love what a little moonlight can do as I cried for you.


                                         Don't explain. Now I know that you've changed


                                         Like autumn in new york and yesterdays witout your love have made me miss you even more now as I cover the waterfront in search of my love.

You my love are. travelin light crowned with a white carnation forever

strolling through my memories.
                                          Maybe we will meet again on some other
                                          Spring.some fine and mellow sunlit morning.
                                          Till then dear,good morning heartache is the
                                          Song that I sing as I sit in my solitude.

Hush now my heart. Don't explian. What is there to gain.
All my thoughts are of you for I am completly yours.
You are my joy and pain so don't explain.

Right or wrong don't matter,when you are with me sweet.

The pointed pain
Sad refrain. Good morning heartache.
Stop haunting me love.can't. Shake you no how

The welcome sting that your love will bring
Your arm so bruised and stained.
Repulsed me at first. The wounded bird
Does sing a lovely song.
It took me so long to
Feel your pain lady.
But you are now and ......... forever in my vein
And will remain.

Miss your smile baby. Its been awhile. I put it in a box
Shoved it under the bed. All this time you stayed in my head.

Like the old lady said... Day one... had to clear some things.

Want to hold you closer than close. Eligant one. No not elegant..
Sweet with your eyes shut tight when you smile.
You still reading me  ?

Never seen anything quite like you... the poet in me is a question.
So.
I know you tune in. And
Yes. This is my life.
Realing.
Healing.
Come closer...feel the heat.
No pretensions.
I am what  I am
Nothing
Less.
Nothing
More.

The ghost of Bill Kettchel still sits glumly on the bluff
Not but a few paces from where he  was fell
He has risen majestic at night from the well.

Still screaming out loud, Hey give em hell boys, give em hell

Dropped in head a foremost by the heel of his boot
Give em hell goes the echo, by god give em all  hell

The fields glistened  brightly with crimson and gore
The fighting was grisly like none seen before.
All stacked up  like cord-wood a good  ten foot high, they smote grey and  smote blue
by  the hip and by the thigh.

Give em hell boys by god, came the echoing cry.

Now musket ball splatter, now cannon grape rain.
March through the death gauntlet and line up again.
As the dying lie crying Under shade tree spread wide.


I'm a Yankee doodle dandy. Yankee doodle do or die.
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam born on the fourth of July.
Look away ,look away look away.

Dumped in head a  foremost  by foot and by heel. My self, Andy, Caleb  
Rest daily in the well. By day we lie peacefull, at night we rebell.
Especially those nights when the moon is aglow
We rise to the mouth and we holler and shout.

Give em hell boys  by god, just send them all straight to hell.

Hell bent for leather.
A full gallop. Thundering ground
He cometh. With sword flashing.
                                                Bent low to the bridle.
                                                Comes the rider.
                                                A pale horse beneath.

One of the four
Famine,pestilence,death and destruction.
Nostrils flare blood red. Wild eyed and fierce.
Cometh a pale.horse.

Unerring. Uncaring
Cometh a pale horse.

The check is in the mail.
This won't hurt a bit.
I'm good for it bro.

If I'm lying, I'm dying.
                                     I got yer back
                                     This contract is iron clad
   Lil old lady drove this car for 10 years..no problems

  Love cherish honor and Oleh.....
  Pasa grande....for you papa... with.a flourish
  Bulshit comes in big piles . End of the day. You gotta pay to play
  Give the devil his due
  Or the devil.with you.
  The. Bait and switch.
  Hill and.gully, running in the rutts or into a.sixth

  Keep friends close.enemies closer.
  Back stabbers get thumb-ectomies.

Have you ever dreamed about flying ?

soaring and swooping ?
with the wind bracing ?
With huge glistening wings that drive you skyward as you pulled away from the ground.

Last night was virtual. a spiritual out of body thing. to be on the wing.
propelled by giant feathers and power. could have stayed for hours. consider the
sparrow, the dove or the eagle. WE aspire.

Lofty as the ground slid by as the mountains rushed towards me as the oceans glistened from afar. The horizon vanished and all things were revealed. Truly consider the lowly crow. who looks down on our crowned limitations

Imagine pushing for the sun on wings anchored to your shoulder. Icarus was even bolder considering
his wings were waxen. True folly but then the rush may have tempered the fall.

I have flown many times before in dream-state.
Have you ?.And hovered and swooped to gently lite to ground toes touching then wings folding high above my shoulders. Pristine. ready. to
fly again.

Please. Lock me away
And don't allow the day.
Here inside, where I hide with my lonelyness.

I don't care what they say I won't stay in a world without shame.

I will wait and in awhile I will see inhuman guile.
It will come I don't know when. Maybe soon I know so baby until then.
Lock me way and don't allow the day. Here inside where I hide with my lonlyness.

I don't care what the say I won't stay in a world without shame.