Sprang forth with no branches or leaves. Small roots.
Bore mangoes, papayas,guava and bananas. Hybrid, mid limb grafting.
The trunk is a figment but it stands non less. You see
my family tree never was and always will be.
A roadside shade with low hanging fruit.

Was never planted.It was a deposit from the bowels of an exotic bird
of the jungles that sampled at leisure the offerings of the rain forests.
The Hardtack and marmalade came on ships with the kings business
Mixed with the Nigerian Fu-Fu  ,the Aztec maize the Mayan legumes.
and all points of the compass.

Old Joe Denegri, The Blancaneaux , The Cattouse, The Melado, The Pinks
The Flowers,The Orozco and more. And boundless from the ***** of opportunity.
Piecemeal and untethered. But it is the tree that I must cling to.
However rough the bark.

The sap runs heavy and slow in the humid Belizean heat.To meet the earth.
Cool breezes blow a haunting disharmony. A sweet unity in chaos.
The soil is rich,pungent and forgiving.  Soon, A bell tolls  in the distance.
The Sea mists my dreams.

A stairway of coconut fronds to azure skies.
Nighttime smells like creation.
The still slackened pace.
The small rat race.
Tempest in a teapot.
Urban-rural.

Coolie gal.
Creole boy.
New Chinese.
Old African.
Ubiquitous Espania.
Garinagu. Mosquito coast.
Children of Mennon.
Old Basque faces.
Things we call races left with small traces
of what?

My tree, her tree, histree.
I am you and you are me.
I see me in your face and you see me.
We are  and will continue to be.
Blended.
a hybrid. An orchid wild.

THE Serious man from Puerto Various.

Came rolling in. He dropped a seed and rolled out of town  the same way he rolled in.
Johnny Appleseed of the pampas.

Never met the man but his reputation preceded.
A pensive type they tell me. Women seemed to find him more than he found them.

Kudos  Mr Appleseed. A ninja. Restless leg syndrome.
Antsy. I feel I channeled him.

No one else to blame for my mercurial ways.  
Process of elimination.

My sons of which there are three, they all have the way
as well. That look and pensive pause after the blurt.
The truth can hurt.

I am my father's son.
Of that I have no doubt.

Littl men in three point hats have rapped my knuckles for asking why. Compensatory monster trucks parked

N is for the way are never mean
A is for you always care.
T is truely trusting
U is overstanding
R is really special
E is you're esseential
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N is no devices
U is what really nice is
R is rising early
T is timing
U is understated
R is really cool
E is elegant



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Now I lay me down to sleep. It is near 2:00 P.M,Pacific time.

I pray the Lord my sleep to keep. Been tossing and turning a lot lately.

If I should Dream before I wake. No March Hares if you please.

I pray the lord my twitch to take. Restless leg syndrome.

Goodnight Insomniacs.
Late night surfers.
Medicated Jitterbugs.
Jet-lagged Travelers.
Partners of snoring bed mates. With or without earplugs.
Late night ruminators.
Wanna be fornicators.
See ya later Nocturnal alligators.

Inspiration is but a breath away.

HEY.!!!Yes
Do.you think I really give a ****.
Do you think  so.

Press the valve stem please.
Your head has gone all twisted.
Much more to life than Napoleon's cocked hat,and pocket billiards.

Little curl mid forehead.
You are nanite's sigh below expired. Really ?.
Take it in.stride my friend. See Naysayer for hire in the funny papers.

Place him behind you to the right
To keep away.the vapours

Can you tell when the magic is  about to happen.
When the hook is taking hold.

Do you get  a funny feeling when it comes together
When the reason finds a rhyme

The feeling fits the word.

The senses  click when the tumblers fall in line.
The phrases hover then flutter.

A drifting mist takes flight. It soars  defiantly.  

A fleeting thought turns slowly round and round.
A drop of rain falls slowly then swiftly then ripples on shimmering pond.

Ripple, ripple wider still  running free to bank.

The lapping sound I hear in deep. Indeed the simple echo.
My mind asks how this came to be. In truth it even puzzles me .

Call it what you will my friends. I call it poetry.

I now  careess  my  blue guitar. It takes me on the journey
The instrument it masters me as I have learned the rote.

A dewdrop trembles  on  the   E string then echoes and cries softly. Fretted gently it


whines and squeals in sad ecstasy. The blues in my hand.


The motion in my mind.
The ripple of the pond.
The union.               Nubile and free.

Old women sit around in smokey rooms
Pulling on Stinking cigars. Lights turned low
The red  ends glow like big bloodshot eyes.
They wink in and out.
Murmuring chants and singing in low oblique tones.

Your soul is in question your will directed.

Have a cure  with your man's cheating ways
Obeah.
You been having a bad streak of luck. One thing then the next.
Obeah on you. Go see lady cross town. Bring money.Obeah

You strongly believe someone  Put Hudu on You. You been sick
for some time now and the pills just wont do.Obeah
Somebody put bad eye on you too. Obeah

If you believe then all things are possible Not true? Obeah Chicken blood
and the root to suit your condition. Now sit still and listen to her( premonition)
Obeah.

Let the spirit have his way.Draw the cancer from your bones
But you have to give yourself to the spirits of the dead. Obeah

The Zombie walks around at night snatching souls from  the sleeper.Leaving the empty husk as witness.
Sleep light my friend and keep. Keep your poultice near.Do not abandon fear.Obeah.

Means...looking
Means....hearing
Means....smelling
Means...touch
­
All of these things and a few more as well.
Can paint a great picture in story to tell.

The deatails are the fine brush and the
Story the big brush.

The canvas is your imagination
The paint is your mixture of senses and
Style.

Before you write just sit back for awhile.
Envision the journey and the srory comes out
From your mind to your pen to paper and then.

Poetry is is a picture.
That you share with your friends.

Once he was there upon the crest looking down upon the
masses,Moses lifted his staff. The words flowed from afar
and rested on on his tongue then lifted to join the air.

He spoke once more still the utterance seemed strange.
Not of his making.

Once he was there upon the mountain. The stars shone in his eye.
The cool desert air whispeing past the age of ages that "all is but a
Twinkling and soon past. So.

Standing in the moment.
                                     Wizened
                                     By fire.
                                     Risen past flesh.
                                     Knowing full well
                                                 That no answer would suffice
               

                                        ­                    Knowing bones

Would turn to dust
And still day would follow night
And night day.
Knowing with a certainty


That he knew

Nothing.
Past the moment.

Dad went down to the corner store
For smokes.
He caught the first thing smoking out of the vicinity.

Left his old steel lighter sitting on the chair
Still stting there
Faithfull as a tick hound.

Guess he could see his options shrinking
So I figure that **** got pop to thinking..

Pop musta rolled snake eyes and went west with the

Urge by the way that the crow flys.

All that I know is he's ashole and elbows
A track star in training.no grass under his feet.

Dad you are a gent and a scholar.
And if your ever in town just give me a hollar. NOT.

1.On the seventh day he rested.

2.Staring into Olduvai Gorge.

  3.looked into the  starry skies.
     saw the ship as it arrived.
     The one from column # 3.

Here.you can have this one easy, I wont struggle i wont even look.Here you can sharpen your pencil and jot me down in the book.Here....... cant spell CAT less I give C and T to U. And you think creation bubbles and boils in you. Sad sack of !!!. .....When I wanted my turn? oh no, you were way to busy reading tea leaves, mumbling mantras,consulting the zodiac Now you want me to rub your head and tuck you in bed,pull your blanky chin high and then tuck it, Hmm, too easy.

Verses with curses, you call that a  poem ?
Here. right here between the C and the T. good boy.          Now. Shall we begin the beguine.

                                                                                                  There once was a man from Belize  
                                                                                                  Who was stung by the poetry bees.
                                                                                                  
                                                                                                  He read books to distraction
                                                                                                  But couldn't get traction
                                                                                                  less I pushed for action
                                                                                                  To clear up his  those from his these..Duh
So Here. go visit Nantucket. Dont forget to take a bucket !!!.
Next stop Limerick.                                                                Here we go again. Next time I crawl back
                                                                                                 try to at least offer me chair. A " hey dude it's
                                                                                                 good to see you" or I swear I'm off again like a                                
                                                                                                 ***** shirt. Just you and that keyboard and                        
                                                                                                 blinky the cursor.Blink, blink, blink................
There.I finally got that unchested.
Feel so much better now, so Here take a letter now.

Here you can have this one easy.

Double edged sword is a pania machette
In Belizean lingo.

Conquistadors blade. Slicing on the
Downstroke. Slashing on the up.
Forked tongue.simile

Can't turn the other cheek.
Nor close the gap.

Quisling?,
Smiling mouth
Eyes of death.

Ben Arnold wasn't a bad guy just
Bad information.
Pania machette in hand, flicking blood of the end.

Reaching out with the free hand
Smiling sweet treachery.
****** and rip.

Eagles Soar.
Desert Floor.
Mountains rise
Sky blue eyes.
Tequila smooth
Attitude
Eagle drifts
Altitude.
Warm rising lifting
Eye sky blue.
And
You.

He is my strength and my foundation.
I have seen evil. Never fear
A man of peace must make a stand.
I am the anointed one.My armor is my truth
My shield is my faith.

What is my sword but my will .
My will is my carriage
My will is my sword.
He is my strength and my foundation.
I have seen evil. Never fear.

Dark clouds they gather round me.
The storms whips violently.
A man of peace must stand.
I have seen evil. Never fear.

My time grows short among you.
My tether taught with strain
The whirlwind lifts me hither.
And washes me with rain


Rejoice in my deliverance
His gift I pass along.
He is your strong foundation.
Fear not. In peace be strong.

Product placement is subliminal.

Coercing kids is criminal

Things you know are minimal.

Baby brains are spongy.

Bending minds is grungy.


Try shooting ducks in a barrel.
much harder to hit.

When I was younger
I got high for perspective.
. Mostly
Though I discoed with John Barleycorn.
Doing the hustle and the bump.
  Then
Now. What a chump
Powdered my nose a bit
Too.
Superman in flare-wide bell bottoms.
Platform shoes.
My left foot.
Still hurts.

Love to meet my guardiaan angel and
Buy him a drink.
He put in overtime
Thanks.

A girl a once knew had a dog, or did he have her ?
Then she got another pooch.Walked them round and round.                 And round and round.
Joyless..... why I.asked. yank.her.here .pull her there. Sniffing.this checking.that.She.was dutybound to.walk.the hounds. Round and round one year then the next.getting rounder all the time
Dam..creature of habbit....chasing what.who is the hound.who is the rabbit.

I. Could see her sorrow at the end of the leash.fear. even.
A joyless task restrained restrainer.
Animal.trainer. To.each.his own.

I have two dogs of my own but I try to walk them and not let them walk me.

Wheat fields went bust.
Millions of topsoil went to dust.

Tattered dreamers eating sand  sandwiches and
breathing grit. stung to the bone by greed.
Taking what they wanted, forgetting how to need.

Hooverville.