It was early on this
Saturday. It was snowy,
and the sun was out.
Still I can see it,
The sun through the trees,
Shining off the bright
White in the window frame.
Too bright for a picture,
Merely for the eyes to see.
Nature's not blind in this gleam,
Everyday she flirts and teases,
With these eyes that ,
Gaze out the window frame.

It was early on this,
Saturday. The trees
were bare, trying to
Keep warm, now that the
leaves are gone. Miles
and miles I can see through
these trees. Only when
The sun's not as bright,
It almost seems the
Sun is trying to keep
This secret away from me.

He said he wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered socially as a *****.
laying awake on a couch and catharses  the world
you have tears like that of a newborn child
Everything on the couch is mild
but out and about they're  horses tears.
Many people have the crocodile ones.
It always catches up to them eventually.
I wandered socially as a *****,
with the light in my eyes
and a hammering pain in my chest
all the love in my life are satirical jests
that leave a shoe print on my face
I guess that's better than tire tracks

government trust,
they'll give you lead water to boil.
with a side of mad cow protein
extra super loaded meat
alternative facts,
political discussion,
oxymorons with huge repercussions

Upon arrival, it was instant
survival because of the
knick knack, tip tapped
circus rings that are on fire
being bare handled.
Welder's hands is what Uncle
John has. He always grills
the burgers. Medium is usually
the better of the other
two anyways. Old ways are
are gone with trees of England .

she melted when she shared
her heart and head with
all the beautiful people that
made the ground swirl, and
the trees brighten up

I cant hear your words
they're hiding with the rain clouds,
When they finally fall upon my head
However, hard the sun may shine,
I'll be standing in those shadows
until the end of nothing left.

Knowledge is here
And knowledge is there.
Together it all appears.
Together we make it shine.
Knowledge is mine,
And knowledge is yours.
But some comes with time
Expect us to know all
Is a tremendous crime.
It’s like having a pup
Collect all your hunting kills
In the coming years
I’ll have all the skills.
Just as the pup
Grows and learns to ****.

The bluest sky can't bring back the leaves,
That are red and brown.
They sit collected at the side of the street,
as cars go and speed by.
With never ending destinations and plans,
How can we stop and look,
at things the World gives. So natural and free,
No inventions are required.
The green grass can only grow so thick,
Before blades cut it down.
Why not let it grow and let it be?
In the suburbs and farms,
The wind's heard, rustling the remaining leaves,
along with the smell,
of home during the spring. When the cows,
have the lingering odor.
By this time, the leaves return green,
It'll be long before,
The leaves crumble and turn brown,
and red.  Maybe by this
Time, people will notice them,
collected along the street.

Songs of sweet
     Songs of melancholic airs
  The tears made me stare
In this heat, on the highest glacial peak
Building of new
     Buildings of new concrete
  Leaves no room to compete
Only to a few who are left with an old view
Thoughts of silence
      Thoughts of persistence
  When faith leaves a glimpse
A golden hint! The dream- leave it to pinch your arm
Men of heed
     Men of silver streaks
  The green is what they seek
They plant seeds, all they give us is mead
Brothers in arms
       Brothers that are sworn
   aren't allowed to mourn
The fired farms and bombed out barns
The light of night
     The night of fight
  It's always out of sight
With all my night, I removed the spike
Starved from lunch
      Hunger for laughter
  Either way he's your master
There's a hunch, there's no time to hunt!

There's all these ways to go; left, right, up, down,
and diagonal lanes. Some curve, some swerve
and some are long and
lonesome
Don't panic when you all get lost,  just got to look up  

there's songs that are way too long
but more importantly some just aren't
quite long enough.  
There's a song we can all sing; **** near
perfect rhyme.

There's people that bend over backwards,
others tend to bend over forwards. Some
take their time, others scurry,
Just remember to wag your finger or give a thumbs up

Walk with swagger, head up high, look 'em all in the eye.
Don't be something you're not
when you got nothing else to be. Surprise
them when you're down and you'll
never get counted out.

There's sewage in the waters,
there's cancer in the stew,
we spin in our chairs like fools
and wait for the car to stop burning
happiness out of everything.

There's issues in the sandy caves,
There's civil unrest between unsettled
neighboring differences even though
we just let the LED light command
our gaze and let us think it's enough.

There's buried brave men whose
fights are left in vain. The lost
lessons of history are gone with
the victors and the flesh
filled cannon craters.

There's a team of building blocks
who surround the men
of business suites with business
suites so they're not uncomfortable
negotiating the end of the old.

There's unknown DNA swimming
in the oil and misled incentive
intentions gliding from Doric
to Corinthian pillars then back to
the Ionic style passing law.

I was on a leash when my love sat
down next to me.
Even the ivy on the old brick
is freer than me.
Freely the bird can fly to ivy,
She mocks me, ***** and mocks
I'm an old carpeted dog
After a wash in the afternoon sun.
I bark when there's fire in my belly
Even when she *****
Her wings so tender and close
now's the time
to hide my bone though its the last thing
I got to show.
The tiles break and formed a hole
way back in 1892
For her young to beak through storm
Its being ready to live
and forgetting how to die
When they come
and levee the hole with her inside .
It's the underground rumble
That I trembled behind
Inside the endless tire circle
in circles of tires.
It was fifty cents for a click of a pen
Now here I am
Waiting for her to use her wind
To bring the levees
Down to the last ***** of chisel

My life is mixed up in dreams
and my dreams are lost in fantasies.
I'd rather have it this way,
I keep my cast in open ocean
So my hook avoids being
caught on the rocks
where opinions are all I got
to yank myself free but dreams
and fantasy are only mine.

Happiest is the Robin,
during the wintertime.
When it comes, gracefully
it leaves; memories are summer

Summer is the timid fox
in the midst of the sun
The time comes, he's gone
horribly. You'll always forget

Listen to the robin sing,
on the cold winter days
Never mind the fox
Standing in the way of light.

I see you pacing to and fro
All you want is to be let go

They pulled you from your home
and stuck you in a dome
you cannot find a place to roam

You see the eyes gazing in
While the world out there is full of sin

You see a boy, eyes full of sorrow
You hope your time comes tomorrow
All you have is your mighty bellow

You have seen the many faces peering
Wondering if anybody is caring
Hopefully they can start learning
The important facts of concerning

You miss the green, untouched grass
You can't think from the pounding glass

You're just left to be a lonely lion
You look forward to your days of dyin'
After all your unnoticed cryin'

I haven’t seen you in years,
Those scarred and tampered eyes
            tells me, pain is near.
      Red and bloodshot,
   bitten down nails,
      cig pale,
Stress.
      Outside,
   at the park,
      you seem so dark.
    The sun turns away,
Your hair sure does look nice
After all of these long years.

I lost my lines, I took in stride
I always cried when i lied, luckily i didn't
die and serve time.

I lost my words, let loose like birds
If what I heard isn't absurd then
maybe it shouldn't occur.

I could only shovel, I grew stubble
You tried to trap me in a double bubble
and I popped it. You're left with only rubble.

I adjusted before I rusted
earn trust and not lust and you'll
be free from the bust in the dust

Love is when she draws a smiley
face on your nut-sack with
your favorite red pen that you used
to take notes with during your anatomy class,
she used the last drop of ink there.  
After-all, I have to be ready for
the snow or I'll turn into
snowman she says.  
Love is not when you wake up in a ditch
and have dark red splashes
on your hands and chest. your girlfriends
keys are in your pocket and she's
nowhere to be found, only her favorite shirt
you got her for Christmas.

Love is the universe
and the universe is us
Us is two people
two people in one
one is the way
the way of the street
the street thats my love
My love is somewhere hidden
Hidden is what I want to show
Show our love forever
Forever is how I feel
To feel about you
You are out of this world
World is the universe
Universe is love
Love is the one
The one way street

she wears this mask
so divine behind it
How I want to tell her
I lover her so
But I know, it
will get me nowhere

Somehow I think  
she knows my fatal
secret.  She hides the
fact I love her so.  I can't
understand why I love her.
All I know she's not mine

She doesn't know how much I love her smell,
Everyday I get a smell.

She doesn't know how I feel about her,
I always get so close.

He told me not to get attached to her,
But how could I not?

He told me to stay away while you can,
She just drew me in.

Her eyes are bluer then the bluest sea,
I'm lost in her waves.

Her clothes are stylish and her smile,
How I can't look away.

Sometimes I lay awake through the night,
Should I let loose?

Sometimes I wonder if she feels the same,
Should I try to say?

Far away she lies in different arms,
How great it must be.

Far away I lie on the very bottom,
There's nothing I can do.

I guess the metal is
bound leaf like.
I'm like the bubbles
of the rift; quickly formed
and quickly done. The
air inside happens only so long
I can escape to the
chromium metal and tease
the snakes. Let's see how
they like it.
Pollution is aprtheid.
Apartheid is man-made,
like the lake, the rubbermaid
containers. The earth
is a big etch a sketch.  This
will give geologists something to
figure out in a few thousand years.

I tinkered around
and had all the pipe lines
before i climbed three
stories on a 32 foot ladder
made of glass
to the top of the spinning
glowing neon lights
where marriage was based on
the feeling in hearts instead
of anatomic positioning
when the primer didn't set right
and water destroyed my counter tops

Look at me rhyme
behind time, running only
on tomorrow's line even
if it makes mother cry but
I know she won't die because
of spies on the clocks inside.
There ain't no drive too far
to ride, even if there are
a million mile signs, I'd
still go with you to dine while
the dress you wear is fine
and you give me shivers up
my spine, is enough for me
to be happy if I'd die.

Floating through this time
at this carnival tonight
Hula- Hoops
With music in rhyme

Sailing in early light
with these pirates alright
flowers are
passed to everyone in sight

Walked and noticed green
To the music of our time
music genius
was the glorious of sounds

Often stopped to wonder
Whatever happened to life?
Why can't tonight
Be the rest of life?

The carousing carnival can never sleep
It bares and bewilders in the brain
Sunrise and sunset, season of sorcery,
Hell or heaven, havoc never happens.
The carousing Carnival cages ponderers
Under Ornate oaks too old
Dressing, dancing, dwelling in Graceland
Hula Hoops hover on hips
Fire fetched by fingers flared.
Lookers: love and lose the lot.
The crafty carnival's cunning tricks
Never need a nest to rest.

I don't remember much,
About what I've read,
The aliens who harvest our cattle
And the red pox the Aztecs got.
All I know is that you
Can't pull a string around me
And tie my robs because
I'm of the world and the
World is of me.

I'll remember the gentle things I want
like the drunk and
High howling or
Like the astronaut who came
From mars and was convinced
This was Venus and   
You threw the underwear
And Khaki shorts through the window,
On my roof.

I told you I'd always be here even
If you threw me inside out
The window. Wild dogs are no longer
Starving thanks to you. My underwear and
Khakis are being worn by the homeless.
My dishes and cups are shattered from
the fall. the cable still
Works miraculously, the Browns
Lost by 7 unfortunately.
I'm sopping up my bottle of
Bourbon from 1953 with a dish rag.
Maybe I could get some sleep on my bed
If I wait long enough.

I'll act like I know things,
But the drizzle of sounds will
Be an old man's stroke.
You'll think less of me.
You'll think I got lost in the rain
Somewhere. You'll think I evaporated
With the river. You'll think I evaporated up,
Blowing cloud rings that the
Birds showed me how to do. I just got
Lost finding you and found another
Way around.

light foot, heavy chest
midnight stroll on that
dark alley path where
the moon flicked stronger
at our touch.

nothing like this can ever be
no matter the reality
it seems, even when only  
trees whisper to me. Flocks
give me their tweets

even when the distance
eats me alive like a comet
entering the atmosphere,
I'll still be too small being
bigger than earth itself.

you make it hard for me to
read because you faded all the
marks on the tape measure. Besides
your eyes are surprisingly
lifeless for having
your wisdom in the place
where souls are born but your hands
catch on the experience wood saws.

Money keeps the world going round
while it straps us down.

money gets us what we want and when
but loses the mother we need

money makes us buy beer and hold hands
but it made Jesus flip ****

money is what we go and earn while
fathers cry because the

money could buy them bread but
not their lovers back.

money can buy lust and ***
and along with that a STD

money is earned but only
burned on sports and dvds

money can be lucky if
money is the only way out

money creates and destroys,
monopolizes and liberates.

money says things the
same way twice even though

money reads in "God We Trust" but
it should declare "trust in you".

Money this and money that
My check card expires
Like a soda that gets flat.

Something that should be free
Won't be for the poor, like me
and others who want to be.

I stay up late at night
to catch the first glimpse
of the morning light

While the night goes
I look at the stars
for me, they stop to glow

Looking at your face
In the worn picture frame
on the old shelf space

I remember the nights
we'd stay up together
and catch the morning light

The morning's here
so unlike you to do
While the sky here is clear

We agreed it was the
******* of life searching
on our hands and knees
as meteors burnt up

in the atmosphere
discovering new through
burnt ashes and falling
in love too fast while

the child in us screams
where's the fresh cement
of unbeaten path? Silly
scowls sit with little lips.

Abduction he swore! They
probed picked his brain .
Meanings change when the lights
start to flash

and your senses are hollow
gelatin mix. Remembers not how
they got to be but
where it used to go

He said purgatory got him here
because he told them he
didn't want to wait.
Moses had to wait for

thirty years and millions
of lives.  His naked ghost,
hair whiter, than artificial
light when he said

“it was in the naked catacomb
when the walls fully dressed, in purple's
nobility, while not forgetting to grab all
the beggars' begging.

the leak was quick not slow
and the air pumped itself.
Athena looked down and cried at
the misery. She pleaded for no flood, she
couldn’t persuade God.

Crumbling steal and birds of fire
brought upon the sand
that got stuck in the mouths. Grains from
different dunes all on one spoon

Does not mix all to well just like
how Noah placed the Lions
beside the Zebras in an empty place.
  
Mayans mark their skies as
Cats will their lives.  They don't worry until
they're down to one, down to one
grain of sanded rice that's supposed to
feed the entire world but won't suffice until
someone sees at last.

Better too late than never, as they'll often say.”

I wish I could forget those words
you said on the telephone

You hurt me with your tone
why do you make me feel so alone

I just wanted to show my mind
But I, to you, appear blind

I wanted to hide my frustration
To keep my interpretations

Trying to say the right thing
May not be the best way to sing
You try and hide my tears
All you bring is fears

My madness is on a new wave
That I used to refuse to crave

You cannot even hide your lies
You'll even tell me twice

Why can't our love be forever more
All this hurts me to the core

We have the world between us
All we can do is fuss

I've tried to give you my heart
the most important part
you give me your sigh
and I am left to cry

I knew I was real when I trembled
Shivers and bumps, there was
Nothing more to see
But you and your red pants.
They came in a best value combo pack.
The bracelet clings to my wrist,
Last legs and countless scenes
There is no box on any special that comes close
The second hand counts whilst we laugh
I'll never be a few sense short
When you're gone and passed.

My heart mentioned going out of business
75 percent off, I'll even barter my soul
You said cry your
eyes on the wind but why not
upon your breath?
Come and get it,
Before I'm left with only peach pits.
You don't have to try so hard to find me
I'll be in the middle of the road
Honk so I know my coupon
isn't expired. You see half the pie,
I see there's more in the fridge.
Two for one,
Not even a genie can beat that.

No thesis declared or carts to push
the shelves remain vacant
like empty boxes in the walk in freezer
The birds flew south at winter
You did as well but came back on the
first sun of May. It's hard to see
you sink through mist especially
when I forget the words
that would make the wind guide you here.
You ought to know buyer beware

Natural remedy

Maybe the sun will rise,
To dry, all I've made rain.
Maybe the wind will fly,
To sail us together again.

Maybe the leaves will mature,
To ensure, we look close,
At one another
And our nature's mother.

Maybe the rocks will hold,
Be bold, when we want to fold.
Maybe the tide will rise,
To try, wash the mind inside.

The white line races past
My eyes steady and try to cast
Everything blurs and ties
Even the horizon can fool the wise

we were the ones pushed and shun
Architects pieces crumbled and done
This can only be nature’s pun

dream of screams and cry for lies
Who’s destined to fall and die
Who’s pulled and dragged for the climb

Only darkness from the sun
All our hearts weigh a ton
Changing the world
after the initial twirl

All our sources are drained
If everybody is blamed
How can we redeem and claim?

When our traces are sought
and when everything is lost
We stayed and what was the cost?

Through mistrust, and our father’s guns
all that is left is the fabricated sun

I saw the devil lips she kissed,
Too bad it's mine she missed.
Sometimes it comes like the morning mist
or forever, it seems, time will tick.

Love is blind, or so they say,
When it calls it's by some delay.
Mostly it stays far away,
Even if tomorrow's an all new day.

I saw the fiery hand she touched,
With him she gets some luck.
Down the road, she finds its muck,
For she's in too deep to be unstuck.

She thought my tired hands didn't mind,
To hold and only to be too kind.
But, now, I'm not so inclined
To stand by and be nickel and dimed.

I can't get behind either
of these two crooks,
but it seems people are,
while the water's too
warm and the
great barrier reef
dies bleach in hope
someone notices
that no one cares
the bees and the
polar bears are through,
even though we still
have room for a pipeline
that only less than one
percent want anyway.

I heard the noise
from down the stairs
I tried to keep my poise
But it kept giving me a dare
I rose slowly from my slumber
Stairs creaking, under my weight
My fear i tried to cumber
it was early but so late
I heard the noises louder
The chills put me in a new state
But it passed, making me prouder
The noise slowly ceased
Turning up the stairs, I climbed
My head hit the pillow, the noise increased
The noise seemed perfectly timed
Once again I tried to muster
Something deep inside me
To make my courage cluster
This noise wanted me to see
Unlike the first time
I ran down, not being as quiet
In my house, what is making this crime?
Everything seemed calm, without a riot
I turned unknowingly to the right
And just like in my life
Everything I had, clean and tight
Gone. As my heart was struck by a knife

Religion is genre essentially,
they're just boxes. Filled
to maximum capacity with sardines.
You think about this
more often then not. Just
like suicide. Not in the style
that the depressed might, your mother
almost hung herself with the hose.
You can only see the
sun's glimmer on the red oak trees
outside the windowless pane.

On my mind lately
The girl dressed in white
She encumbers me greatly
she hides out of site

On my mind lately
Our memories flash
right before my eyes
Mystery gives me this ****

On my mind lately
your beauty never ending
like one of a seducer so unclear
Of what you were intending


On my mind lately
The times shared
and the songs we heard
What made you run scared?

On my mind lately
our understanding
that was so apparent
You're not the one for expanding

She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist.
when it goes away I got no
doubt her leaves will change when
I'm the only earth she can root
too in the winter time and her
fruit only quenches my
desert thirst for her sudden
reemergence in the spring.

She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist
when it goes away I got no
doubts her leaves will remain
the same, next time around.  
Forgetting the sound of her name
is hearing the mime comment because
he knows that's the only way
she can know the sound of my heart
when I lay down beside her.

If I had any brains I would just kiss
you already but I'm worried it'll interfere
with the John Lennon faces we drew
in the cold swirl of snow, the night
we had no home but a couple
turkey and banana subs.
We had food for thought with
no place to go, with a vision, hanging,
melted in the black sky, of Alice
finding her own way home
by going under the bricks of the wall
and following the rabbit through.

It's not even worth my time
anymore to try and track
where the Rose is going to
grow when the thorns are
all I can harvest even
in the midst of a kiss.

The wind used to blow
a certain swirl that
made you my world
that now just makes my
stomach curl even when

you're genuine but  
we know I'm Cyrano
and all he endured were
low blows and, oh my,
look at that nose,
even in the best pose

She flies solo, glides freely floats softly
grace of that of a lonely hunter's dream. She can look
you in the eye and take you by surprise or she'll turn
you into Lot's wife.

She can walk, so slow or so fast, make anything
appear or vanish from path.  It's this that won't disintegrate,
but the gallows wait, they know the burnings won't last
but killing for justice won't ever pass.

Knock 'em dead the catalogue said, it's this you won't regret.  
It's not my eyes that are wrong for seeing, but the hands,
enable, events that were had. I turn back to look for her soft hands,
I turned back on her and now I'm a pillar of salt.

I sat there still and wake, couldn't breath, couldn't talk
but I could listen.  I heard it all.  I heard the stories. I heard things short and long.
I'm the pillars point of the world, people are mad, the pillars of marble
are left to toil and rot.

                                                      II
Feverous snakes coil and twist
While, soothing Medusa calls. Don’t You dare take a glance of horror or
Beware—
You’ll be hard as stone— blood diamonds

Her bed is snakes, drapes of spider webs, stone tile made from shale,
Slimy, slippy, scaled. Sticky.
Dark shadows and empty silhouettes— gaze
Wait, what’s just around that corner?

I hear her calling, my limbs—flesh
Not stone! Promiscuous queen,
*******, dark not pale, I’ll gouge my eyes before I’m caught dead
in your horrid bliss.

Her blood now fills the coral , of the red sea. So mystique and mastery
Of colors. All created from this
Hideous *****.

It's like trying to tickle someone when you have no fingernails

It's like writing poetry with no heart and with no words at all.

It's smoking cigarettes everyday for awhile and not thinking about it,

they say lung cancer wants to see you after your show, don't forget skin cancer called too

It's getting a massage from your ex and your girlfriend enters,
It's like hearing sirens but not seeing red and blue,
It's not remembering why you got their but do
you remember the path you walked to see those iron bars?  

It's a hat with no brim, or an animal lacking primal instinct

it's trees without phloem but osmosis is falling on itself

it's a painter without eyes, a prophet whose own cat got his tongue

its all about armed forces, arms dealers, war on drugs, war on terrorism, brothers in arms, support the soldiers, remembering those fallen, veterans, astronauts, republican nominees, presidential faults|
"We want the world to stabilize."

It's like vanishing and coming again, its not a reflection from water

it's not a magician revealing his trick or certainly not receiving a wizard's staff

it's more like having Shakespeare's pen but not quite enough paper

it's sort of like having the world in your hand but immediately getting your arm cut off.

By the looks of it,
The moon was lacking on
its dim, the window had no
curtains, there was so
much potential, we
touched it with our
tongues, when the cord
unplugged itself
from the wall

at least we talked then,
the last time the leaves
fell, I thought we'd too.

while we intertwined
in flight, for a minute
we vanished in sight

and then you did,
before I hit the ground
with a splat but I lived,

to see my brothers
and sisters fall, while
I tried to remember

which way the wind
blew before I fall
again in the prime

of fall. It'll be the
new year, I don't think
I'll live up to my

words of forgiving
and not loving you.