Is a carnival house of mirrors .                                       Refracted                                 Mirrors. of house carnival a Is
what your eyes see is another                                            Reflected     ­                         another is see your what
dimension of what is sent                                                  distorted  ­                             sent is what of dimensions
to be bent and returned                                                  refract­ed                                  returned and bent be to
an image.                                                           ­ distorted  
                                              image.­ an
another version                                                       reflected                                           version another
another reality.                                                         ­                                         reality. another

Elsie was a stubborn girl a willful thing at first
I watched her grow. My sister's daughter
My niece if you will

She had a way about her even then but time would carry change.
Today I can not place a moment .
something brought a change.

Elsie was an angry child.
She was meddlesome and vile.
She kept a vault
hidden. Deep.

Putrid and unkind roiled
about. An ugly distortion.
Why to this day.
Muted. Slithering.

An only child she loved her solitude.
sitting calmly with her hands folded
drifting to far off places with eyes
as hollow as a rotting stump
fallen long past. withered
weathered.

Elsie walked into the woods one day
seeking solitude. forlorn and forgotten.
A bird sang in the distance.
Elsie heard the song.
Now I am old and tired.

I have done all that was required.
made my mark however small
still and always through it all
I hear the mocking songbirds call


Elsie wonders there abouts
as nights grow cold
She still has not found home.
She will one day
no doubt.
dreams come
and go.
They
Tell
Me
So.

Cool water In the oasis. Art needs
Sustenance. Bitter and sweet.
Seasoning
Spice.

Food for growth
Not every morsel tasty.but
The truth will suffice.

" 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.

I fling my netted snare and it umfurls in salted air it widens as it lingers aloft then falls .
Weighted borders dictate.
A THING OF GREAT MAJESTY.
THEN.
To depth.
To souls unawares.

To gentle carress.
To gentle embrace...then settle.
To the lights embrace...soft insistence.comes truth  and the light . Break free of all conceptions.  now rise  from depths of ignorance
to turbulent Revelations.

but for a moment then peace is my reward....calm assurance awaits you....I am the light of life the way.
so rise and face the day.

I am the Fisher of men souls and the light to shine the way.

Cant keep a good man
down less he's good and
Comfy laying on
The ground.

The runway begins to blur as the nose goes up slowly.
That sinking feeling invades from head to toe. Taught  knuckles engage.
Fight or flight in mid air flight. Hope instruments checked.
my how far we have come.

A pathological liar is like bank of mirrors that go on to infinity
nothing there to stop the infinite delusion. This poem is about s friend of mine
I almost dare call name. She is an infinitely interesting study. like
watching a Mugging in slow motion. Just say the thing when you
get the notion then deny with a smile.

A fine girl hard working driven. but to what and by what.
Her light blue eyes give away nothing at first .Her laughter was honey dripped,
One day the scaly beast did flash as I rubbed my eyes  to focus but it was gone.

Years past and the thing sprouted tiny wings and flitted
about like a moth  and later landed  with a thud. Belligerent and  claiming
space at my table.
Amazing that delusion can have weight and occupy space.  of itself by itself and for itself
I did love her once but she is no longer.stronger forces have laid claim and I cannot call her name for

fear of my heart falling to the abby's, to which my friend has gone, Never to return I fear. She
A victim of life's tortures, Succumbed to the demon there deep asleep in strands of DNA
gather round and throw the flowers on the gleaming   glass casket for she has passed on but just as lovely
She smiles up at me from the grave then turns her back and fluffs the pillow defiantly. I wipe a tear and wave. looking down on the dear departed.
Six deep still awake but lost forever. My words go unheard, my tears fall like raindrops on the crystal.
Lost in delusion the lies soothes her confusion.

A beautiful ghost now.Taunts me.
Nothing breaks the spell. The fall is a graceful simulation of flight.
my hands reach out still but she folds her arms across he *****
lies to me in gesture. tortured circular contortions that put me back at the start
not enough breadcrumbs retrieve her way.
I guess 44 was her number. The sweet insanity did come then
though I hardly noticed at first.
Well No one told me about her
Daddy knew. so did Mom
as did all. The skeleton , found the skeleton key and let
itself free from the inside with hardly a noise.
Dangerous and lovely.
swept away forever.
My darling. Take my hand  
one last time.
She did reply."Nevermore."
I pray that is a lie.

Politician's

Reproductive

Chain.

Bless me father for I have sinned and you refuse to let me begin again.
So.
Once again a sad song
It plays.
I slowly unravel my Karma.
To litter the ages
As
Fodder.

The starburst has a needle that quivers.
You go south and you leave north behind.

You go west and east starts to fade
You go morth and south will receede

The points in between are directional too.
Go betwwen the lines and read.

North by northwest.

East sow east

And so forth

Judgement is key. Reading the compass is a skill.
Prejdge and misstep is a bad recipe.

Know your points and know them well.
Four steps in poor judgement can lead us to hell

Ultimately... we are released. The clock ticks forward till the body doth cease.

The womb is but a stop along the way.
Then this life.

Strife and toil above it all we strive and cry freedom to not be encumbered but days are numberd..we climb.
We soar in wild imaginings where we sprout wings and reach for things aloft.
The human craves freedom above all and finally will risk the.fall
And plummet.
Launch the spirit then grasp to summit.
Safety in numbers a comfort zone. Never my heart's desire. Sit close to surety and fire is light. But for me. Ultimately.
Freestylin me.
The stars await
Then.heaven's
GATE.

The facade

It stood encasing me
For ill or good. My fallacy carved in petrified wood now
fell apart.

To reveal a beating heart
still.

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.

Your mouth speaks soft sincerity but my gut just whispers to me" let it ride"'

Sweet salvation in front  silken enemy inside.

Your eyes.
Invite.

You picked a side my lovely friend sight unseen who knows
What could have been.

Keeping you close now as my frenemy.
Frendship
Denied.

Double zeroes doubled is The  midnight hour
Kin see is sun peeking the horizon.
All gods creatures should be resting.

Between ***** and kinsee
But.
The devil never sleeps.

More joy than the last time.. or what you are having.

Instantly gratify my desire for higher.
Ready.
Aim.
Higher.
Dummer.not as.smart as you wuz last summer.
My brains bigger than yours...or where did you get that idea.
slow.
Slower.
Slowest

******.that is definatly not funner.
Down.
Down.
Downer.
:-)

When we agreed to keep it simple and We both thought we had the formula The thing is you are not who you pretend to be and neither am  I so it was a sweet lie.
Honestly.
The Hidden tender and afraid in you found the yearning hopeful dreamer in me and it all fell away in moments of ecstasy. Words were spoken in weakness and the walls fell down brick by pound.
Funny thing about those fences.
Those well honed well worn cobblestones That we lay beneath our feet and forgot.
Now what ?
You with your crazy glued heart
me with my well buffed armor.
Funny thing we talked about our well sketched plans that made sense.
Hence ships passing was the default.
No harm no foul and live the moment.
How funny.
Should we call in the clowns
what now ?
That I cant go past minutes without seeing your walk in every crowd
What now that we find silly reasons to call for nothing at all but just to say hello and nothing more.
Reasons.
Why I cannot bear to be awake and apart from you and sleep is no rescue still.
How funny my love.
What now.
No turning now. No how
but forward holds no option.
still.
How funny.

No.sun.will
Shine.in.my day today.

The high yellow moon.wont come out to.play
Darkness has covered my light
And turned my day into night

Where is the love to be found.

Wont somone tell me now.
I.. I got to.pick myself.from.off.the ground

In this ya concrete jungle
Where the livin aint easy....man I got to face reality.
No chains around.my.feet but im not free.
I still am.bound here in captivityy

I never know happness
Never know.what sweet rest is

Instead of concrete jungle

I decree all to my wistful ways opinionated nature to my son,
My daughter owns my intellectual curiosity as well as my talking hands.

I freely give my physical verve to my boy. He is pure suddenness
a surging charge running with a  Tesla-like crackle a dancing light.
No concept of impact surging where he wills.

My daughter will negotiate,convince or wait with the patience of
a possum still and disinterested.

will they find me in the strands.
Maybe.

I will echo non the less my existence will hold a place.
my blood will flow and claim.My sinews will carry
til they mix or marry another feature int the rope. To mingle.

who will I become then. will I lead or follow.
every one from son to  son from daughter to daughter.
from time to time I will speak but not with this voice.

Evolution.

Creation

Some sort of intervention.                                          Some science

Park Peggy.
Pull the emergency brake.I throw away the key.
We had a nice ride.
                  Pop my collar against the cold.hands drop deep in my pockets...the city lookspretty from up on.this hill.

Peggy.                  Slow stroll to the rat race.gotta make a killing.

Sixty cents on the dollar.the laundry man is brutal.......Peggy.

Love you baby but I gotta take another route.

There is this girl cross tracks.
Like nobodies business.
Spun my head like a mill on the hill.
Peggy.
Any way.
That's my story
train lites coming up.fast.
Moment.
Of.
Decision.
Kickin rocks.goin the other way baby.
Thump.thump.on the other side of
the tracks now.

Peggy.

The Brute in me is a gleeful beast.
The Trog is older now and mellow.Yet. Pull up a chair.
Just a minute of your time if you will. Sometimes,
I watch  him  ooze  through the pores of my skin and he stands there.

Myself and he apart
He always  walks down to the river's edge where I always find
him skipping stones. skipping stones and staring at the far bank.
He does not see me or it seems so. This never changed for years.
After some time in reverie,he turns and walks by me.
I can smell the potent odor of his sweat.
The brute is me at twenty three.

Later still he returns to his dimension
deep within my past,
Wordless, yes until one day.
The beast  looked  over his shoulder mid toss


A stone skipped and tipped the  universal
constants.

Pulling a pistol from thin air he shot me at point blank.
Two head, one heart. A bit of a start not mention
That was a bit rude but not out of character for me
at that age. No no don't get me wrong.The impulsive side
Not the homicide
Suicide. Hellofa ride.

Well. Well without further discussion, we casually
Walked back to the house an split a bottle of Stoli's
And. Watched MMA bloodletting on cable T.V.

The shell burst lit up the chilled night air
it crackled and boomed as men went topside and roared their fears away.Meanwhile cannon boomed and spirits rose by thousands to quietly pay homage .
to folly incarnate. He sat with arms folded as he nodded through it all high above the despicable scene.
he tired and retired  to a century of rest did he.
as we ground the face of creation to  fodder and ash.
Gott in Himmel.
abandoned the trenches and fences and rotting killing fields then turned on his heels in disgust.
he walked away from us on that day as millions would pay in blood and pain. The war to end all wars would resurface in two score.
Gott in Himmel

Hola Ellen

Write me a poem about Ellen.

I will reciprocate with one about geno.

The quest is ten lines or less.

Hopes, dreams and such.

Not 2 little nar 2 much.

Substance.
Heft. volume and mass.

Volume without value.
Being light in the ***.
Barking without teeth.

Gravitas.
Bite. weight and kick.
All talk.All yap all *****. No ****.

*****-fuckas today are sick
with it.
A man's word is nothing but air.

Lie to your face as if that is a virtue.
Get stuff all distorted as they twist you and hurt you.

Microphone checker.

No I'm not really mad. Just stretching out.
Anyway,back to the grind.

With your feelings these fellows are quite cavalier
as they muddy the waters and make things unclear.

Word is bond. Really like James Bond? WORD ?.
My word is my bond. We can trade on it.
My word is my life. The one thing you cant have.

Meaning and substance.
Values and core.

Fools take that today like a license to steal.
A big Lollipop a sucker Who dont know the deal.

Veracity.
Virtue.
brings
Vindication always.

The days ticked by like the audible second hand of her watch. A quick and halting surge and pause.Each one unique holding for the next.
She lived the moment
She loved the lights.

Breathing in love, exhaling
Hope.tomorrows stuck to the refigerator door with doctors appointments
Prescriptions and pills and potions.
Still there
Yellowed paper now
Reminders of her before the grounding.

My favorite things. Not necessarily in order.

1. Pushing the envelope.

2.Standing on sunshine.


3.Musical eargasms.

4.Dancing to a driving beat.

5.The feel of a woman and all related.

6.A carpet ride on words.

7.Discovery.

8.Brevity

9.Truth

10.Stepping over *******.

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

Privilege precedes accountability.
Honda made motorcycles and
Fonda made propaganda news reels for the other side.
Americans died.

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.

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.

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.