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Geno Cattouse Oct 2014
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.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
Like the tattered shoe.
In the,dust and corner
Sits in the.back of the.closet.right
Hand rummages
And brings forth YOU.

The left foot  without mate.
Memories of our last journey etched carelessly on the sole....oh yes,the muddy trail...abides.
Must remember.

To the hunt now for the pairing a story needs tellimg lest it be just ink on the page or a jealous memory.
A blossom in aspic...come out come out wherever you are.

To the hunt..under the bed search every corner.may be discarded in a fit of cleaning while searching for higher meaning.
come out come out wherever you are.I need you more than ever now.
old shoe.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
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
Mozart's Requiem in D minor. Chilling.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
Dont believe the hype.
Musing and invention with no hopfull intensions.

Casting shadows and woven sensuality.Dont buy In please believe.

Famtasy is all at beck and call.
The clock on the wall cant TELL time.just.point and tick.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2014
I was youthful and dull
Like an empty vessel.
I was youthful and bright
Like a blinding light
Truely.

I was young and arrogant, ignorant of my arrogance
But with good heart and intent. Unrepentant in my venting.Unrepenting and blinded by my own light.
Now

Know what I know
Inner direction.
Instinct weaned of pain and experience.
Still as a cadaver breathless almost.As the wild world turns.
I read the writing on the four walls..the room spins slowly..
Graffiti ?
The odds on the outcome are in my grasp each step a casual stroll on burning embers.
The smell of my own burning flesh will help me to remember the tally.
Wisdom for it's own sake.

Ignorance is no excuse so
Turn slowly
Burn brightly
Eternity waits eternally.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2014
Already said two much

Food for thought

You get what you pay for
Short end of the stick is
Slippery.

hang tight.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
The black mariah takes four to a side and it jostles my spine
The window is small so no light can force through so no one looking
In can look in and see you.

Got picked up again on bogus construction.
Going down to the castle for chaos and ruction.

Just cant seem to waylay my certain destruction.

So bad boy. Bad boy wacha gona do.
Wacha gonna do when they come for you.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Touchy.Cant handle the heat                                          Raucous. Banging loud in the sink

Brassy. Calling the kettle black                                       Vain.Thinking your **** dont stink

Moody.Goes from simmer to burn.                                Nasty. A little green on the bottom  

Anxious.Cant sit and wait for  your turn.                       Reckless. Smokem if you got-em.
Geno Cattouse Dec 2013
Silence is golden your voice is a feather.
A wafting gypsy on an autumn evening
drifting on scarlet sunset.
Gentility.

Your eyes they speak and inquire.
They smile and beguile. saying all ,telling nothing.

Linda. The word in Spanish means pretty.
en espnol otra  significa es Guapa. O otras plabras  similar.

Cosita Linda.
Cosita Linda.
Wrote this poem to a girl who was exotic and built like a brick *******. Crickets sang in three part harmony that nite. Woe is me.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
Q.
5. When is love unofficially over.
A.
4. When the eyes scream or loathe.
Q.
3. What do you do with a drunken sailor.
A.
2. Heave ** and up she rises.
Q.
1. When
A.
0. Earli in the morning.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2013
Living third world beautifull sea and sand.
Lovely nature close at hand.
Sleeping a stones throw from Crazy House.

Walled off barered in screaming insanity.
Warehoused lunacy. Insanity.
Screamng out the window at us passing boys.
Unintelligible noise from the asylum.

True story from my youth.
Blue ocean to the east.

Rowed of souls screaming out the beast
To the south.

Lunatic babble frothing at the mouth.
Voices carry south to my room. Baying at the pale white moon.
Abandoned souls in the Crazy house.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
I cant write tonite  cause my head is out on leave. This is sooooo not like me.
But guess what this is a launch pad for me.Numbles I call it. My ***** it place where lazy minded magic happens. unfocused to absurdity. Oozy woozy just say what you wanna say. My mother hates that part of me but at my age what will change. No harm ,no foul.

My mother is eighty nine and still molding me. Man if she only knew the holes I have crawled in and out of Like the March Hare always running late. A day late and a dollar short.  *******. Back in the day. Pre crack but just barely. Saw the beginnings of the demise of dignity. kneeling down in dark alleys and between parked cars in blazing sun. Was not about to try that one. My nose was  an Oreck. That was fly enough for me.

Bright lites big city going through my head. I don't care cause you don't care.
I built myself a edge by hanging round Poco Locos, mind you round not with. Playing Russian roulette mad ******* mad dogs. Clowning With hard heads with nothing to lose. Those guys taught me not to blink by osmosis.

I didn't think I was tough just committed. Riding that diesel till the wheels came off.
Something behind my eyes I think or maybe something missing from them . More than a few Ride or die types just didn't trust what they saw. Man was I stupid.

To this day I cant say what it is . Pound for pound big guys would turn around. The exquisite buzz of hard liquor came trundling out of my mouth in seething cold poetry and they became less than nothing in the moment. Spontaneous malevolence. It was gonna happen for good or ill. Cats would look at me and do Chinese algebra. I could hear the abacus click. Maybe I wasn't worth the hassle. Maybe.

Dude I am five foot six never topped 200 lbs.
Dad never showed. I still love him. I look in the glass and he looks right back at me.
Only heard he was an oddity. Guess I garner it honestly.

Lucky in cards. Unlucky in love. I cant play cards it never interested me.
Love on the other hand. Nothing but sevens. I would not insult myself by claiming to have game. I think women liked my honesty. Honestly .If I cant say it without looking up and to the left then it aint worth the air. Besides I would rather you get your cookies off first and last. Just save me a nibble or two.

Mine eyes have seen the gory .
Wrong place. wrong time.Like moth to flame.
Oratory and pure abandon have kept me upright.
Lotta dumb luck too. Lots.

A small number of women are standing still where I left them.stricken in amber.
In my youthful irreverence . In my minds eye a tear.In my minds eye.
What would have been. I was to blame. Of that I have no doubt.

See. this is where the Numbles crumbles.
I scoop from the bottom and bring up the dregs.
Pretty soon the tale sprouts legs.
See Ya.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
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.
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Miles and miles in high relief
                They stood along the apian way
                                  Western sun burned eyes to darkness.
                                                       ­  Parched and lashed to cedar.
                                                          ­              Chilled in the evening frost..

The mighty had spoken.
Yes. To be broken by the flay.and lash
Along the apian way.
A dying example for all to see.
Hail Cesar.mighty ceasar.

                                  The world is Rome.
                                  Rome is the world.
                                  Where is Rome today ?
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Hot house flower by nature. By nurture she.took the hype hook to sinker.
All I see when I look at baby is power.
Habnero tiempo.

Warm to hot.
Spaaniard, coated with Ibo.slathered with india injected with a pulsating
Congas....mish mosh. Black as the ace of spades,mocha smooth ,
blond and blue,fiery red.
Magic in the hips.

Rat-a tat-tat spray lingo on one full breath.
Just ran down your program from A to Z.
Just want to grip your hips mami.

Synch up your vibe. Turn that growl your emitten
To purrr like a kitten. Ahh... eso..Asi.
Sitting at the park talkng to a loud happy crew of Cubans.
Congas driving the beat as the women errupt in loud joyfull laughter
Almost like home.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2013
Hey Danny, I droped it twice but this one is just as nice
On the fly a small hummingbird on flittering wings just dusting the room
With dann dust and goodwill.

A quiver filled with curative pin point healing
She is wheeling and dealing
Danielle I presume is the full story.
Acufeel good. Feelgood ancient curative
Sent from the far east.

Miniature
Magic whipping about in sea blue scrubs
All good news .
Never gave me the bluesy tude.
Cool runnings miss danny.
Nuff respect.
A short poem for a big spirit. In. Small spirit
Country.
Seek and ye shall find I am inclined to believe
She has a good vibe.
Cool runnings hummingbird.
See you at the water cooler
Geno Cattouse Apr 2014
Whenever I can't write it feels like the bucket is sitting at the bottom of the well dredging for sludge..I pull the rope taught and up she comes with a hopefull thuddding sound.knowing full well I will harvest the dregs..Down she goes again.
Muddy thud.

Jules Verne shoots me to the moon as a sit silently in the desolate belly of spherical crater listening for truth or dare....but. just dead air .
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Dear music. I just worked up the nerve to tell you
A few things. Just feelings that I have been having
For a long time.

This is not easy for me. You are such a lovely thing.
Your changing moods leave me confused as soon as I. Think
You are one way. Bang there you go. Leaving me at scratch.

Music my love
All my life you have been a part.
You own my heart.
I cannot speak your language
Not for lack of trying.

Many times I have awakened,crying  in the throes of some  sweet.refrain
Torturing my heart from some distant place.
Time.

Every inch of your body I strivem to touch
As you aged you grew more grand/elegant
Another side of you I Had never seen walks up to my door.

Some new conjure and twist reminds me of so
much of you that I have missed,

My guitar rests in my hand
every now and then. laughing
at my infidelity. lack of attention.

My Saxophone sits in a fetal pose.
In a corner in a case in a snit.

Music honey.This is a one way love
Thing.
Sweet.
My bass/baritone vocal
needs you too.
Please music
I'm begging you
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
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.
Geno Cattouse May 2014
Outside she was  a woman, inside a cultured hide.
No.
AFTER ALL I DID.NOT.CHOOSE THIS and mother nature,she lied
She lied
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
I get bored walking the treadmill..need scenic diversity..none of my senses live behind fences.
            
            Tunnel vision aint my
            Religion..peripheral all day.

Pretty flowers do have powers and blue skys captivate.
                 Woe is me.Not my cup of tea but a few sips are medicinal.

      Reality is jagged..
      People.Can hurt eyes closed or open.

Three lil monkeys chap my hide..wanna see the road when I go for a ride. P.C. ?
               Is half truth and half denial to me I'd rather eyeball reality..shaky knees and all.

       Call out, Fall out.
       Ball out.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2014
Just as you were coming within the weather changed and out you ran for sunny frolics
without.
The music echoed from a distant window from another world in another time.

I wondered who you were then, the wind carried your essence along but changed you in hidden ways as you came back into focus a stranger thing.

My mind sought stick figures to flesh you out again in the old images of you but none were to be found all occupied with scripted lives ad blinders tied securely. Surely this a vision of things to come.
I wash my hands now.

This is how it carries over to the next eternal.
white smoke as leader in curling wisps of magic sliding under doors and past restrictions into forbidden places to see the useable the occult.

The ticking clock like booming thunder reminds me like sand slipping downward in the hourglass by grain by drop by seconds by the minute.
Clear as the morning chill brings focus and transition to the new day
my will in question
my very essence queried
a distinct sense of reality wafting gently to ground like a bloodhound on task, there will be answers and resolutions
all has been written regardless so we dance.
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Real Diva=A petulant Proven Mega Talent
Watered down Diva=A rude Hoochie.

Real Diva= A self Centered Proven Star.
Fake Diva=A Schmendrick. Cant punch out of a wet paper bag.

Old-school (Real Diva)=A Socialite.Proven ,Heavy hitter,Show stopper.
Skin Diva=T & A Poser.Head Rattles when she Shakes her Diva.

Iron Clad Diva=Cant miss,sold out two years in advance.
Bone Retrieva Diva= Cant spell CAT if You spot her the C and The A.

The list goes on.........

Nawmean ?
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
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.
Not fully commited to the idea of play now pay later
Just worked out thatta way. I enjoyed/enjoy fitness and competition.still running, lifting ,breating hard, getting sore and getting the best out of my body.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
My boy looks like me a bit.
That stuborn streak.       My poppa's gift to me
Here my boy.                 Have a slice.              No ?

                                       You had the stubborn pie
                                       You scooped the crunbs
                                       And washed them down.......a thousand score
Before.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
"Miss er mam did he hit you"?

No officer.

Sir could you step over here please ?

                                                            Si­r could you tell me what happened?
                                                       ­     
                                                           ­ Officer I love Michelle.

                                                      ­      What went wrong.

Baby I didn't call them.

You know I love you.

You gotta stop drinking.


                                       " Mam are you guys married"?

                                         Do you want to press charges.

                                         your lip is swollen.

  
                                                            ­                                    Michelle baby
                                                                ­                          
                                                                ­                                I love you.

                                                           ­                                     Michelle.


No sir.

I dont.

Baby ?.
If this is you.
Seek help. Unreported does not mean undone.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
slender words pressed flat in the expression add water or tears for that matter   and complete the  circle.condensed is expanded as pain.gains structure. Reality. In all  dimensions.
Stroke of the pen
Will of  the wisp.
Stiletto   thrusts  keenly   then leaves wounded flesh to grieve in silence.  SIXPENSE  for my pain.   Valueless darling you..

Days  late and millions short.cervical stenosis  devalues  hindsight.
Disabled  in foresight.
Cant look left nor right we carry on.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
Polar caps are high and dry.

Rip van Wrinkle took a no doze.

Forrest Gump smoked a bowl a ses.

My first X wife wants to hook up.
My.second X wife is having second thoughts..
That's a first.

Working on a sub 2 minute mile.

Gonna.cruise to Tahiti in style Then go check my forty acres on the dark side of the moon and oh,my first X wife wants to bump and grind.

Jeasus. She Has lost her mind.
One step.forward...three steps behind.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Ten minutes till the lights turn green

Nine prayers before we jump

Eight clicks from drop to rondevous.

Seven hours till evac point

Six clips of blazing starburst death

five years of pain and grit well served

Four months til end of bit.

Three tours embedded in my soul.

Two holes. Two burning remnants.

One heart set free. No you. No me

Oorah.



Three

Two

One
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
Down in meadows where sweet grass grows by the inch by moolite -a girl I  know she would stroll.. quietly ,barefoot and beautiful.

Flowers and rose petals filled the air as she strolled to valley.down.deep. this girl I know who couldn't sleep. she.strolled.to the green valley way down deep.

Nite breezes whispered sadness of love adrift like the echoing bubbly,babbling brook as cool grass mingled with achy feet she walked her cares to the valley down deep.

This lady I know is lovely and rare and full of sudden sweet surprise. Like the ones that sparkle from her sleepy eyes. I think she is layered and her sorrows are deep and her pain she does keep quiet and hidden
Way down deep.
So, I somtimes wonder and conjure  what it be to hold her hand ,put her head on my shoulder sing a lullaby low and deep and stroll together on the winding path that would take us by starlite and moonlite and gentle brook to.lay us both down  in clover and Jasmine.
stroke her brow and whisper.her away to sleep in the peacefull valley with windmills up on the hills.
That  place in her joyfull surrender in the green valley way down deep

This woman I know is soft as surrender and tough as iron but the girl inside still dreams the wistfill fairytale ending while doing and going and fixing unending. Regret like a stone on her shoulder, head bowed and sweet.she has kept to the task but now weary for rest and gentle persuasion.
There's a place in the gloaming where dreamwalkers meet a misty suspension. A warm sunny place a snow capped and glistening winterland an azure briney ocean and sand.
Sahara of rippling sand like sweet music rippling forth from a merciful harp that draws her up upwards and aloft  to soar and skim in freedom then she sails the Caribbean trades with the wind in her hair still dreaming wide awake.. she.sits on the bow and seaspray carresses her hopes . Salty misy and cool and she dreams in a dream inside of contemtment unending. Then soars aloft again infitfull sleep then plunges to depths of secrets well kept to.the valley so green and so deep.
To the valley
The valley of sleep.
To green meadows
In the valley.down deep.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2013
Little star clusters bubbling and rise.
Shimmering soap bubbles fragile and thin.
Float past. Small neurons fire weakly.

Deep blue haze drifts slowly by with long streaming banners.
Messages to Oz. Messages to captaon Nemo.
Earth to my synapses. Peanut brittle treats.
Can you feel the chasm all around.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Way far down. The Mermaids sleep under rainbow colored corral reef
They dream of Sunrise and climbing snow bound peaks.
That is their desire. To play with fire.                                      Atlantis surges dark and deep.          
                                                                                          And twinkles below the thousand mile reef.
                                                                                         With eyes as black as the darkest night.  
Atlanteans swirl in chariots
hold time in place. Traverse the universe inner and outer space.

And we ?
build ships to search without.To touch the stars. Caress  god"s face.
Atlantis sits so far below in places we so fear to go.
Inward. to the depths. To creation's gate.

Under is the key
Down to depths is where we will see the  
Gates. Atlantis
She waits.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Call it in.
Dial it up

Fly one for effect

Walk back one.
Wide right one.

Pound the ground.

Round by round.

Who
Needs
This **** ?

Just want to get
Home.

FIRE.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
Planning.Uhhuh
Wishing.Uhhuh
Tripping.Uhhuh.uncharted sailing.
Shhhh. Lucy had diamondz.Studded
Geno Cattouse Dec 2012
Tales told to me by my grandmother of  the Duende.
as the campfires danced . The black leopard
stood far back in the trees

A ghost in the machine as we describe it today.

Jettisoned by the sun gods
for knowledge of self one little elf.

Now Boogeyman
Hobgoblin.
Troll. A manifestation of all men fear.
To walkabout and scurry in the pale moonlight.
The Duende awaits  the ship in the night sky
lift him up away to the
end of time.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
From a whisp
To menacing imp.
Jungle rot. Panic ****.
See how they run.

Granny told me tales that they told her
That they heard from the griot.

The duende. Walks with feet turned back.
Conceal his intentions.. a stalking moon.
A loon ? Oh no. Real to the night.
Blood red eyes pierces the soul.



Duende. Spirit. Beast.
Sprang from the bowels of hell...the stifled dreams
Of the children. Cowed by the dark.
One left to fend. One
Found the ark.
Ta ta duende.
Know who he is ?

Nightmare amalgam
Sum of all fears. Grandma ... scared dog **** outa me.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2013
**** karma put me on the train-track
Under the trestle. Wearing  full black and the night was pitch. The
Moon hid behind blackened clouds as the
Beauty of it all escaped me
Like dry hard mathematics
Umbrella of starless night has
Cloaked  the irresistible force a
Kiss goodnight.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Eleanor rigby. Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been.

Lives in a dream. Waits by the window,wearig the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for.

Father Mckenzie writting the words to a sermon that no one will hear.
Looka at him.working.darning his socks in the night when there's no body there. No one comes near. All the lonely people.

I look at all the lonely peopple.
The beatles grabbed me @ the age of 12 and never let go
The lyrics stand alone as fantistic poetry.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Three words

Spoken with

a Cockney chop.

Riddle me the title.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below.
A city with a legend, the west Texas city of El Paso.

my mind is somewhere down there as I fly above the badlands of new Mexico.
Rose's cantina.

Bullets and badmen.
Don't take your guns to town son.
Marty Robbins made it real with his guitar and aching vocals
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
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.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2018
I forget to remember that I live in a world of slithering coils.Chilling.
We are walking the board calculating survival forever tribal.Pawns and bishops. Rooks and pawns.
Checks and counters.
Steampunk precision.
Clouds our vision.
So by all counts the end justifies the meAns
Geno Cattouse May 2013
A misty morning smitten by frolicking waves sang out.
Close stood we in the buffeting breezes.
To and fro our rapture flowed.

Standing. on naked feet
In sandy drift. Closer we stood.
The gulls lamented their soitary ways
Taken afar by arrogant breezes.
Aloft and far above.

Soaring,drifting asleep on woven wings.
Sing sweet lamted days gone long in stormy skies
Now ice and cloudless.

Close stood we. Buffeted by mighty chance the god of the restless
                            They questioned.
How long?

How strong?
                             Will weary time intervene. Among and between

                              And pul love apart. Brick by brick. Moment by memory.



For it's own sake.

Gentle hands gripped tightly
Hearts believing.
Eyes assuring.
Breathless

Scatterd mist lit on silent tears
Heads bowed to stay the course..

Forever said we.
Closer we stood.
Never ending.
Endless
Said we.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
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.
Geno Cattouse Dec 2012
How can we reconcile the evil that men do in
These times.
They say that after awhile the human spirit left to it's
Devices will find the path of right and good. That we are
Inherently good.

Maybe. I think .maybe.

Evil is alive and well,
  has broken his bonds and lives among us
Turning a would be heaven to a burning hell.

A society is ultimatly juged by the way the very young and old are
Handled in the comings and goings

The ones that have known and the
Just now knowing.that evil is alive and well ensconced.

Babies like your baby and babies like mine
Angels like yours and angels like mine.have
Suffered at the hands of societies ills.

Please when you tuck your children in
Please say a prayer for all.

We are in evils crosshairs each and every one .

Pray for the children the parents and all
And thank our blessings each and every day.
Evil is alive and well . He walks and talks. He smiles and stalks.
Tomorows are not guaranteed.

Evil is alive and well, determined to succeed.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
A very wise man said an eye for an eye
leaves the whole world blind.
  Would that be a bad thing all together? I ask.

A world without sight would close our differences.
and draw commonality. A universal tribality. The blind would be
required to lead the blind.

Imagine all of us reaching out to hold hands in a common cause.
All for one and one for all. Hold onto your brother so he does not fall.

Judge me not by the skin I am in.
Touch my face and feel my spirit.

Hear my voice with your heart not
you fear.

Lets try this...

An eye for an eye, for an eye, for a  year.

Peace.
I would not take this to its logical conclusion.
Geno Cattouse May 2014
Spider with hair down to there.
Hips out to there.spinning tall tales that glisten like
Golden beams.

Fabricator with no recollection ....lost her sense of....long ago. But
Lie to me Darling.

Feel me tugging on your string...... wrap me tightly in your cocoon daily and nitely.
Lie to me. And I will make you swoon.
TBC..
Geno Cattouse Jun 2014
O.k. I give up magellan
        What did you do last
Nite
Should I give a **** ? O
Alright
Ten
Minutes
Of
******* that ads
Upto yawn.
zzzzzzzz
Yeah I
Mess
Around
Too but cant
Get that glow.
***
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
my lover invited me to a place called surrender.She said it was where she lived now.

I went there for a minute. A day trip was all.
Nice.The pace was glacial.                                              Everyone smiled and helloed
                                                                                       The air was fresh.the water pristine.



With arms wide open she held me closer than close.
Her love engulfed me. I sighed with relief.                      Home at last.
                                                                                        But I could not stay.

My heart was like Judas.
Thirty pieces of nothing..
Just like fine desert sand... slipped through my fingers .Bright lites big city.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum
though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run
Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams

Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club.
or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead
Life took a sudden turn.

Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing
bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before.
The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe
oh no.
Thinks Fred.
This Undead thing bites ***
and it really wont do

Yeah.
A Mani/Pedi.
Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks.
Fast Freddy.
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