The cryptic mystic climbed the stairs to put fire to the lighthouse candle.
Two hundred circular winding steps to  his nightly destination...lives hung in the balnce....you see the ships at sea clung desperately to the streaming beams of salvation......To guide them past the ragged reefs and jagged rocks.

The Cryptic mystic huffed and stumbled, and grunted as he mumbled  " one hundred more to go".
For forty odd years, the mystical cryptic did dilligently climb to task as the setting sun did glow and bask the tower in fading light.
Preceeding dark and blinding nightfall.

Forty years and to the day or forty one I dont know which the crypic one was dutybound.

If he had only thought to look in the cellar there, he would have  seen a light switch on the southern wall.
In the lantern two hundred feet,high a massive bulb hung high above the wick and tallow
And to this day,the old man makes the climb on creaky knees a penance paid  pain.
A beam of hope for ship and scow still pierces blackest night as the cryptic one will still be found climbing up and hobbling down the winding staircase dutybound.

By show of hands.
Sleep talker. Press play
Psychic leaking.
Darkest.deepest
         Compulsive blinking.
Helter Skelter kaleidoscope thinking.

Feel like cutting. Gotta feel something. Gotta Feel all or gonna feel nothing.
Wed better, marry up.
better living through social drinking.
Social.linking a society of Lemmings. Man are we screwd. One for all as we mold the collective.
Bed wetter. A symptom not the root. No.crime....a condition...deal the.cards
Slap your.ID. not your fault that they.did what they did.
Get better. Not wetter.

The last Beguine

she died in 2013

That was the end of the Beguineing.

Break the fragile future
Push the temerlope.

See into tomorrow.
Breath the temperhope.
One step leads another-----time

Then becomes now.. Now becomes then
Round the bend.        Up the stairs.        Down rabbit hole.
Again
Again
And
Again

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.

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

Calling all West Indian and Carribean man.
All points bulletin for the big batty girl.
Yuh know ?
She gone long time but she still leavin the room.
Yuh know ?.

No hard feelings bout the small variety.
Big Batty girl push it back
Daily and nightly.
Yuh know ?

All about that bass.
No Treble.

It seems here the abysmal is well recieved as is the dark.
I sketch the silent screaming mask and the sound is a bellwether.
I plumb the depths after sleepless pause or turgid slumber...... wicked spectre in the quiet hours.
They walk in uninvited,arms extended.
"A gift for you my friend"
Ah the words the spill forth again from reservoirs of pain...my pallet rich variety hues abound...the hounds have been untethered and nose to ground they salivate...at my heels again.

My demons free now to guide the way. One fleshless finger points the way beneath a heavy sleeve. "Stay or leave " but yonder lies your Destiny.

Words await buried in shallow grave just beyond that gate.  "Express it now in jangled silence or wait" FOOL.
A roaring tide loosed...my expression once again doth take wing to soar and glide
In search of eagle's perch...eyes keen to observation.
Indignant...
Senses drawn as dried sinew attached to archer's bow...to.deliver words looosed. Loosed. A loaded quiver now. Soon to be empty.again.
To wait in anguish for next expulsion.
Is this the price ?
YES.

The room is bouncin
Wall to wall base so fat you can walk on it BLIP BLEEEP :-).

Chant and grind on syntho growl. Strobes hittin all the corners...locked on the groove bouncy move.
Mechanical funk....Double dutchin.

Hollan-daze orange crushin the room. Afro pulse Housin you down..Blip Bleep.

Two hours straight epical trance.....Old disco gone techno high. Strobed out on that techno Applejack  meet Afrojack.
New trance city.
Luda an fitty
Ear hustlin this one
NuUrban stepchild drivin the beat...Blip Blip Bleeeep.

Hop til ya drop ta Tiesto
Super techno out your mind
More bounce to the ounce.
Got GaGa goin gaga
Dont stop.
Dont quit.
Blip Bleep.

Empty.expended.
Hungry.dry.
Cleared.

Vented.vacant
Purged.thinne­d.
Diluted.

Wrinsed.spent.
Over and
Out.

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.

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.

Smothered in honeysuckle dripping forgiveness
                  Soft southern symphony rooted deep in mixed tempo.  
                              crying and moaning a slow march,a quick step.

Rooted in foreign lingo.
Deep,soft symphony.
Moaning soft forgiveness
                                                     ­                March a slow step
                                                            ­         Crying in dripping tempo.
                                                          ­           Soft southern symphony.

Blues like acacia branches .Rooted in soft honeysuckle .
Blues like acacia branches.Moaning soft forgiveness.
Blues like acacia branches.Mixed southern tempo.
Blues like acacia branches.Rooted in foreign lingo.

Acacia branches.Mixed symphony.
Acacia branches. Crying and moaning.
Acacia branches Soft forgiveness.

Branches.Dripping.
Branches.Moaning.
Branches.Cryin­g.

Blues.Slow
Blues.Rooted
Blues.Crying
Blues.rooted
Blues.deep.­
Blues.Soft
Blues.Smothered

Like Acacia Branches.

So I asked the old man in the easy chair what happened  after Normandy. He said " they gave us hell to ring the bell but then we struggled and fell like flies ".

Then we kicked em in the mouth kicked em in the nuts.
They turned to flank us and we kicked em in the ribs an knew there and then that we would win.When they turned to run, we kicked em in the *** right back to Berlin.

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

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

She was a master of selective amnesia.
Would savor the sour sweet ambrosia of self delusion
Then wash it down with a mixture of bitter herbs and devices

The Straw man burned brightly in the dark of night and brought all those self drawn illusion to light. turning that way then this the roaring fire was self fulfilling.
That river in Egypt was flooding her banks now.
The Straw man's head sat slightly askew


With eyes shut tight against realities glare.
She lit the straw man as nightly bonfire and whistled her fantasies in with marshmallow treats then neatly sit cross legged.
Sang *** Ba-ya.  
The straw man crackled and cackled inside.

Fingers fit tightly in her ears to cast away and stifle her fears
a tried and true method that served her for years.
Rose colored goggles pressed tightly on
Wrongly or rightly.
The Straw man guffawed and snickered as he burned.

No fault behavior is a sweet smelling balm...
a smooth transistor for a much twisted twister..
Never looking back at the carnage wrought and  ensuing..
just whistled while she worked a progressive undoing...
Mr Straw-man burned brightly and shook his head slowly from left to right.
Knowing full well he was in for a long night.

R.I.P. tatoo  Just below the right knee
one more down in the concrete jungle.

chalk line washed fading in the night wind.
Yellow tape flutters in the breeze.like break away kites
caught up  in the trees.

Rat a tat tat. brings rat a tat tat.
Young mother wailing on buckled knees.

Firing line drawn in blues and reds
claiming turf with a bandanna head.

Rat a tat tat brings rat a  tat tat.
Head stones  lined up. waiting for the dead

R.I P. in faded ink. Live by the sword
hey what did you think.
Rat a tat tat bring rat a pay back.

Cactus flower sprouts around thorns
Beauty nestled in blood red sun.
Live by the gun and die by the gun

Rat a tat tat. Brings rat a tat tat.
right down to the ground. the ground. The dust.

Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang..Bang.

Reload.

You can't miss

What you can't

Measure.

Teeter-totter on the apices.

Astride a summer rainbow. Pretty as you please.

I caught an errant lightening bolt and then began to squeeze.

Putting  time into a bottle. For days and years like these.

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.

North, south, east, west
Above my belly button, middle my sternum.these ain't mulligans

pardon points son  you cause
You gotta earn em.

Need to have stones like
Big brass knockers.
Bollicks.
Heart
Chutzpah.

The little brown diary lay on
Doan's chest its final restingplace.
Operation Indiana. Quong Nai province.

NVA guerrila. ****** smoke and sticky fire.
VC local yokals
Dipping pungi sticks for effect.

Hochi minh trickle trail.tunnel citties
Criscrossing our lines. Bouncing betty saying high
To your pecker.

The pictures in his dairy makes him. Human


Against my will. Hard I just killed their father.
Two grown women now with an open question
Relentless and tough. Cunning and rugged.
The diary looks back at me the blood
Splatter gives it a face that weeps
And sneers
the answer lies
Back there.
Close the circle

They walk the streets in endless search
of certainty, they want to hear
the loving whispers  of the wayward wind .

To look into his face just once
To see themselves,  within his eyes
Oh, but they  do just as well  to find the wayward wind  

The rising sun brings hope anew
They long to be a father's child, just for awhile
To know that feeling and ask where have you been

To stand there and to lend the tears
would be a healing thing
closure it would bring
Oh, but they would do well to find the wayward wind

So many lonely days and years
Have molded me , have fed my fears
and you alone can free my halting will

The man that I have come to be, is strong of heart
but weak in hope and now I grow old. but time and tide takes me aside
and tells me no.
That I will never find  the wayward wind

That I will never find  the wayward wind.

The Asp quiverd in.anticipation.
A warm message bathed its silken skin and then
Quick as.a.hi cup.

Atrial seizures
Ventricle tickle and flicker.
Night rushed in.

To let oblivion win.
Asolution for sins.
Music.played.inner sanctum.

Antony sat in a wicker chair.
Waiting there just as before.
The mighty did tumble and fall
TO the potent small.

Do you catch yourself looking at you,the "man in the mirror" holding the wheel. As you hold the wheel doing 102,rushing to the next to do.

One o'clock high glimmer.
Almost entranced by the navigator looking back but not at you?
Frenzied sill shot. Looking for the **** shot in this mixed menagerie.?

Step right up.ladies and gents.
How much can you get for your 99 cents.
In this not so penny arcade.

Split the difference . A four dementional blink.
Over four you know it.
Exit or merge.

Quiet the urge to do neither.
The middle man went belly up
Can't get to the critical
With a hitch in your giddyup.

Take another peak. One o'clock high
Hang in or bail out.
No failure. With no try.

Green lite .jump and hit silk.
Spin the wheel.
Close the deal.
Geronimo.

The Boys in Grey  lined up that day with the flag rippling in the front line.
Drum and bugle poised and at the ready.

Cadence carried through the rank slow at first and then the piper caught a tune  
to the slow march lockstep heads held high.

The Boys in blue mustered up and matched the grey line man for man. Faces looking forward frozen in the task. The task at hand was spectacle and specter bound and  all rolled up in  one.
To the quick march now. The orders came. hearts pounding   as the bugle sounding brought the
moment hither.

Massive Cannons wheeled about as men and boys commenced to shout a deafening roar and thunder.         The ground would shake and spirits quake the deafening roar when flesh and bone are left alone to buttress lines on grassy fields as grapeshot whistled loudly.

Rank and file. File and rank
ten thousand souls sent forward. The reaper's blade made steady work
in sun and shade.

Fathers, Brothers, sons and all to hasten to
Elysium's halls ,Thousands more would wail and fall
The dogs of war a rabid pack.

North and south would pay the price.Antietam.
Bull Run. Calvary with sabers  drawn rushed headlong to oblivion.

And lay there crying for Mother in waning times of failing life

"Please someone inform my wife that I am bound for Glory"

"Please tell my mother That I miss her and that I love her dearly"

Antietam. Fields of ignoble endings. And later new beginnings.

Four score.

Conceived in liberty

We  cannot dedicate. We cannot consecrate.

Of the people, by the people.

Shall not perish from the earth.