When I first learned
that Trump was

running for President
I thought it was a joke.

Then I saw the irony
and knew for sure.

Nothing was ever going to change
no matter who was Head of State.

Nothing changes and nothing will ever change,
unless we throw away the rulebook...

and **** the rich.

looking
across the waters
as you stood
upon the shore,

a warm feeling
your only comfort.

shadows of
a distant past
so long before.

memories
now fresh
of love undone,
the mingling
of two hearts
that beat as one.

sights
and sounds
and vague imaginings
that passed so long ago,

a time of love
so seldom had
that few have come to know.

me,
i was fine
up until the time
that you gathered me aside,
speaking of matters
so far from thought,

of how
your mind
amd spirit fought,

of how you cannot
accept the time
although you heart
has recieved a sign.

Why
do you
unplug my ears
and open my eyes

if not
selfishly
to console your fears
and subdue your sighs.

were
you tired
of being lonely
standing in spirit
by the sea,

are you
crying out
for you only
or are you
calling out for me.

what purpose served
in judging so quickly,
so swiftly,
so much.

why
make us
within arms reach
when you remain
so out of touch.

you run
at the sound
of love's
unfinished call,

then turn
on your heel
and unsure
of you direction,
you stall.

hiding
in your craft
you paint
to appease
you muse,

the oils
they dry so slow.

creating visions
of what you choose,
still,
not always
of what you know.

ships and bluffs
and the face of love,
the canvas
again and again will change,

images of
a sea so rough
and a love
determined to remain.

paint me
out of the picture,
paint another man over me,

it will not change
that it was me
that stood aboard
that ship
below the cliff
that you stood upon.

behind you
the rolling highlands
of our beloved scotland,

while below you
the thickness of mist
hides that we list,
and are going down.

then waves crashing
and men thrashing,
don't you know
that i have drowned.

your
tears add
to the
vastness
of the sea,

i know
that although
you cry for you,
you also cry for me.

paint dries faster
than the tears
you have shed,

for a heart
cannot master
a love
that is not dead.

i wish
that you had
been spared
the wait,

knowing what
it is to grieve.

you felt you only
standing at the gate
though hand in hand with me.

if
i could have
kissed you cheek
to take away your pain,

for i
would do
anything for you,
even die again...

It's been a long time
since I had a good cry,
even longer since I let my heart sing.

When was the last time that I found something
that was "to die for", just for it to die.
When was the last time I had a righteous cry.

I  ought to,  I've got to drive on out of here.
Use the charge card, rent a car. Take a day trip,
perhaps a week. Maybe go for broke and drive on out
to the other coast.

If only I could give as much as I get, wouldn't love flow free, make it practically, a good bet.      This wearing my heart on the cuff of my sleeve,
it's got to the point where I can barely breathe.. Something was taken,
when I was young. And repeatedly stolen, and repeatedly I got stung.
I could never give it away, and I can't, to this day.
No I can't any more, yes,  it was taken so long before.

So I kiss those goals and I send them along,
I set them free, I don't hold on too long, it leaves me feeling
that I'm good and strong. As strong as I can be.



Listen close I tell myself, If you don't want to ride the roller coaster
put your hands in your pockets and don't pay the price.
remember *you can't pull strings when your hands are tied,
and you can't feel too good when you're poisoned inside.

The stars are but specks in bits of space, my lids are heavy
from this weary living. I feel the devil has put his bid in place,
On his part, there are no misgivings.

I came to this place of my own volition, to get loose of this crawlspace
is my only mission. Then you'll hear a chorus of me, a churning of mercury burning, I let a moment of time, a bit of space, leave me old and well worn down

Jack in trades
master of none,
been fighting slaves
and the demons won.

Switched on darkness
to shut out light,
revolution is real,
rolling far from sight.

To hold the universe
he left his mind,
The edge of spirit
was the boundary line.

Wind down experience,
symbolic in clock,
a falter or stall
in every step of the walk.

If it's all
the same to you
I don't have the time
to sit on a fence
thinking you
have a clue.

Seems you don't know
what you don't know

Snivel you must
with one big

hard ******

You don't know
what to do..


You slip
and you're slim

Figure it out
I can find A rhyme

But I really don't care

Too bad you
leave your stench

everywhere.

A spider's web clings
As I walk under
The awning.
What the hell
Am I writing.
The muse is
Missing and I
Crap all over
The page knowing
That nothing
Has been said.
But I did see
That spider's web
And at least it
Wasn't one that
I walked through.

Trouble
To be found.

Some days it's to be found
in you little Jean pocket.
Sometimes a friend drops in

I love the gentle way the gentle
Tells me I'm alright no miss step

There is a place to hang your hat
It's better that 'Here's you hat
what's the hurry.......

But still. It's all there when you walk though, you rise you make do

Take a Carney ride
at high noon,
or at midnight sky
under the Moon.

The Moonlight says,
the Night is a good deal..
and the Night  says..
the Moon knows
that we are here
to pack a wallop.

But the Stars ignore
the Moon's stolen light,
knowing that they
will soon be dust,

While they spend
wistfully useless hours
wondering if
the only reason time exists is

So everything
doesn't happen at once..
then, all at once,
They were able
to leave 'well enough alone'.

There was a time
when you could move mountains
with your smile, and the earth
was such a beautiful bridge.
Now Ursa dips deeply into
the dark well of sky while
little sister plays hide and seek,
perishing thoughts that ride down in bitter cool.

How can you or I claim innocence
when we have both been here before,
shall we cast down our glance in shame
having lied through eyes of stolen charm.
Our birth is breached
as we cling tight to earlier yearnings,
and the wailing wall sounds
a whisper to the cry in my mind.

Those times in spirit,
our fingertips would brace
prying open closed hearts
that had been slammed shut
by a life swung hard.
What fear brings this memory,
doesn't every tree stand alone
until you look below the ground.

Credit equals slavery,
telephone rings off the wall.

Two cars in the yard,
A house on the hill.

Money for this,
money for that,
along the way
you try modestly
to squirrel away
money for your Will.

Sheltered promises
Fitting male into female,
And I hold out in this hotel room
Standing up for nothing.
There is a time to pay the price
And just get on the ride

The local folk, they don't smile much,
So I hunt my alone time down
Only to set it free when caught.
Get a whiff of that,
It smells like someone died in here,
Their spirit choking on crumbs of thought.

Metal bars and a chain link fence,
Chewed torn sleep when it comes.
Some only sleep,
They are free until their lids separate.
The toll being too high to cross beyond.
Unsweetened, sweaty dreams chide and natter
Becoming bitter yearnings off in the distance,
Only markings made by memories.

Professor Longhair's piano
Tightly wound strings
Bottleneck traffic the honking horns
A bluesman sings
Freedom freedom
Freedom amongst the braves
Roaming the west crossing
Markings in caves
Bent notes on Little Walter's harp
Arrows as sharp as a dart
B flat, low-F,
Trumpets muted
The occasional fiddle
An ex-rolling stone chugging some Berry soul
Get me started with the James
Go to the country for some shine
American music is the way to unwind
Cloaked in enigma and sweat
Back to the blues, Muddy couldn't read
His mojo was working
Followed by Elvis twerking
Sugarcane Harris and a wishy washboard
Mandolin and a back to the blues man sings
Ain't no Arian twang like Downy sang
Just the rhythm and vibes of some stranger stranger than a steel drum... come and get some

And my creativity
has left with  her backpack
she has gone camping

I can blame her
I sat here like a bump on a log.

She says she will be gone for three days
So I'm left here just scribbling lines.

When she returns we will have a lot to do
Fitting in my words to her lines.

Three days is just long enough
To drive me  bat **** crazy
Bore of some of my splintered self.

We set our sights
To the stars and beyond
Somewhere out there
There is somebody somewhere
We are not alone
All that space all over the place
I understand why no one would
Want to befriend us
We are greedy murderers
Bent on power over the weaker
We peer past the sun and the moon and the stars
An ear open to the radio
We attract attention and it may be our bane
History shows us what the ignoble conquerors
Have done to the indigenous
We don't seem to be able to get over our differences
We are unable to see the peoples as one
I am sorry for us and I don't know what to do
We may as well be a fireball hurling through space
Burning and out of control.

you be


                   a             surrealistic

      bird          

                     mister green.



           did i

smoke                         it?


                                                                  no    
                                                                             i
                                                                                 took          it



effin                                ******.

Now and then,
as I remember when.

Such a warm feeling
          washes over me.

A smile crosses my face,
can you believe it I say.
We used to be that way.

So much has passed,
    no one thing has
        been long to last.

I am glad that
  you were there,
and you are with me now.

Not so much
    in the physical,
if not every bit of you.

You are in my mind,
    and my body's cells.

  © 1997

All Rights Reserved

I knelt at her Headstone
Placing hand-picked
Wildflowers gently down.

Loving thoughts
Caressed my Spirit's heart
Sent from faraway
Far beyond the outer most stars.

She had held me
In her arms
When I was just a babe

And taught me
What it was
To surrender
To a larger part
of the Whole.

I wish that I had known
Her inner thoughts when
I was young and on her hip.

Perhaps I could have
Acted more out of love
Than out of a pain
That I felt was
All my own.

The pain
That was nothing
More than a fear filled liar.

She would say
With Jesus it's
"Knock and the door will open"
But the Devil will keep on
Hailing you from
Every corner.


Make no mistake
With all the respect
That is due
I miss her sweet voice
Showing me the softer side
Of any cold hard fact.

I don't have to wish
She has life after life
Sometimes I feel her.
  
When I study her face
In the photographs
Taken by family and friends.

I cross the line
I do it every time

Shallow water
Angus Beef are slaughtered

I pass the time
And all I see is Art

If you said 'yes'
well that's a start

Way up
in these clouds
just as my expectations
did fall ******* my head
full of those child like dreams

Remember an future
and ignoring a past
that could break
any fragile strong-man
only bright new day.

Why cant I
make you leave alone.
Even here,
up in the blue sky,
above the white clouds,
so far away from home.

This don't work too well
no it's not very nice,
I should have stayed away
taken my own advice.

Things could be a little better
if you'd move a little closer,
move a little closer
and warm things up.

Now I like my life
it seems to serve me well,
if you're going to be my lover
well you got to be my pal.

Forget the shouldn'ts
and forget the shoulds,
it's just a crime when things don't
work out the way they could.

Yes, it feels like my life
has served me well,
I'd say I'm happy
but sometimes it's hard to sell.

Don't you come down
on me 'cause it didn't fly,
it's not a crime if
you don't fly so high.

I'm going to move
on back to my single bed,
it's better to rule a lot of little
than to have a King Size contention

I've got my problems,
too many to mention,
but it could be better you bet ya'
if you come and warm this old heart of mine.

Maybe move a little closer
and warm things up
move a little  closer and say you're mine,
come on move a little closer and warm things up.

  © 2013

If anyone's going to put their foot in my mouth I want it to be me.

I want to work my vision
and make a story,
a story of the crazy,

for the crazy,
to pass to the man
who says that he is sane.

Trapping those who walk the borderline,
those with a mind to or
with a mind not to.

I commend my soul
to the vastness beyond,
I beg thee, bathe me, cleanse me.

Take my talents and possessions
that I leave here on earth.

Scatter them, share them.
To bear witness of fresh new birth.

They will bury me
under a star lit sky
beside a sinless tree.

Take a Carney ride
At high noon,
Or at midnight sky
Under the moon.
The moonlight says,
The night is a good deal
And the Night says,
The Moon knows
That we are here
To pack a wallop.
But the Stars ignore
The Moon's stolen light,
Knowing that they
Will soon be dust.
While they spend
Wistfully useless hours
Wandering if
The only reason Time exists is
So that everything
Doesn't happen at once.
Then, all at once,
They are able
To leave well enough alone.

I'm going down
To the local bar
To visit
One of the toilets
I'm going to be
A star
Let me see
If the shoe fits
I beats the crap
Out of rap
Think I'll put my hands
Into my arm pits
I dream of
The weirdest stuff
Like just call me
Vanilla Nice
I'm the wiggar
Who likes to
Roll the dice
I don't get caught
In a trap
No not like
Those other mice
No ****
It just came out
I had to get up
And write it down
This ain't no stick up
So baby you can
Put your hands down
You can label me a fool
You can say I'm a clown
I guess it's just
I'm looking for that sound
Laugh my *** off
I couldn't get back to sleep
I guess I'm going down

How
I shut
myself down
it's a wonder
in its self

Sometimes
I crave being needed
while I'm in need of great help

If I could trust
in the Universe
and clean this house

Perhaps
more good
would
spew forth
when
I opened
my mouth

How can
you grow up
if you're a child of God.

But it's
the only way
I know about

When
things
get
too
hard

You could
never give it away
no you lost your chance

Putting it all
down to happenstance

You can't anymore
it was taken from you
long before

You gave it freely
a second ago
where it is now
I just don't know.

For a moment
I wished that I was
Sailing over the ocean,

Far away from land,
Far away from the earth.

But I thought again
And I remembered that
I don't like water,

Hardly even to drink,
Maybe to mix with scotch,
But then, only in its frozen state.

Lying in bed
Unable to sleep
The fan in the room
Oscillates sounding
Like the waves
Lapping the shore
I think back to
This morning
When I heard
A cellist amongst the choir
Tears rolled down my cheeks
Why is it that I cannot sleep

it's easier to stay stopped than it is to get stopped

Pick out the stars in your eyes
When you stare into a constellation
And if you pass a beggar on the street
They're so you can share your wealth
It's not like the end of the world is coming tomorrow
Even if it were, the beauty of the Super Nova makes a good selfie
No sense living life head up your ***
When money is useless a good meal may be hard to come by
Pack up your troubles and go out in the Nova's blaze of glory

It looks like
I've taken a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road
And came down with some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I must confess
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
And put me under house arrest

My muse she flew out the back door
And is on the run
Screaming over her shoulder

It isn't a crime to be unhappy
But it isn't any fun

**** me off
this ride on
it don't cut
the grass it's
just wasting gas

Like the sour
taste in your mouth,
or the canker sore
on the tip of your tongue.

The sweet taste
of mother's milk
stopped up
for formula.

Poor child,
a curse that
leaves him
clutching
for a latex ******.

the
trees
the
fields

the sky

always
reckless

forever
shy

stone
cold
sober

soon
to
be
over

a
mistake

egg
on the
face

never
knowing
one's

place.

My problem is  I don't know what my problem is.

Cobain checked out
He didn't want to write the hit
Smells Like Has-Been Spirit
Bleach tore my ears out
Heart Shaped Box
Became a reality
Made of pewter
Holding my guitar picks
Young said Every ******
Is Like A Setting Sun
Though no one can touch Cobain's live
In The Pines          in the pines
Leadbelly would ****** another man
In his honour.

No news is good news
just as long as I am lying here with you
and although we are fools
still I want just to hold you.

In my mind are those rolling hills
and green green fields,
the fog is everywhere
and I will always remember
because you were there.

Terra-Cotta woman
my Celtic queen,
you work with clay
giving form its birth,
to shape this day
you have turned to the earth.

And when I get home
I want to unplug the phone,
and turn the lamp down low,
because no news is good news
just as long as I can stay here with you.
Terra-Cotta my Celtic Queen.

With the
first fallen leaves
I feel a chill
we get the life
that we deserve
though trying
to tell another
will bring harsh words

My small account
I'm ignored by a lot less people

write me
out

write
me in

you
are

a nothing

you're too
thin skinned

wage war

your
address
is
with
you

don't
be surprised

if
you
find
a ****

that
you can't polish

Cast out Faith
into the wind
and Doubt
upon the Sea.

Believe your Self empty,
to be filled.

Cast away Hope
to the Earth
and your despair
to the Stars.

Be done with your version
of Right and Wrong.

Cast away Righteousness
into the deep
and malice where
it cannot be dredged.

Stand to replace these with Vision,
Vision and Truth.

Cast out your Human desires,
cast away your mask..
be God within you,
without you, through you.

Be done with that mask,
become your Self.

Cast them away..
Faith, Hope,
Doubt and Despair.

With rigorous Humility
choose to be Disciplined.

Cast your Self clean,
relieve your Self of these,
becoming empty to be
filled with greater things.

evening's
long shadows
lay peaceful between
a walk in the neighborhood
where the windows are looked at,
not through.
and the air
is not shattered with alarm.

behind
the church doors,
in the pews; a congregation
is dead.
i take them downstairs
to be buried.
the preacher is undisturbed.

"where the dead lay
the crows will gather."

beside an ancient well,
with stillness
and under a dark sky
with diamonds,
there is no natural,
nor any contrived.

i lift my arms
and take flight.
my dreams
spread eagle
on the back
of my mind.

When here
Is nearer than near

In this moment
I tell myself

This framed picture
Bordered with and by others

Its next stop is non-stop
travelling time and space

How about some of that
You take the high road

While I take the low one
Our destination a place in the sun

In this space
In this time

Today is just another whistle stop
Followed by tomorrow's next flip flop

When he was yet a child
he would tell these stories
that were off the page.
People would call them lies,
they would raise an eye.

His imagination was
something to behold,
as quick as the snap
of a whip, he'd conjure
up a tale,
nothing was off limits,
nothing too big a size.

He played with parables,
he relished surprise.
It was left to the imagination
to fill any holes,
to make light
any dark shadows.

Around the next corner
some new twist would appear.
If one was to lose track
and start to fall back,
with a wink and
a whisper he'd say
"Wish you were here".

Just the spokes on a wheel,
smoke rings in the wind,
life is passing by,
one moment you turn around
and it's your day to die.

Make your peace,
rest on your knees,
open the palms of
your hands
and let the metaphor  
fly out the door,
your dove into the sky.

I talked to one
of those Christians
who had been hooked

and now was fishing for men.

He said a prayer for me
while I was blowing my horn
outside of the Liquor Store.

Which I found ironic, yet understandable.

He said the usual fanatical spew
of grace and of how God forgives me.

And I prayed that the Almighty might play through my horn.
Then I thanked him very much and said listen, God may be speaking.

Rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea

Your father's scolding is
whipped waves roaring,
a howling wind that tore
the sound from
hell's aching bell.

Your father's smile , bliss,
graceful gentle, wide.
when it falls down
you can't hide,
you can't hide.

Rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.

You leave
Drops of spray paint
Like an alley cat

The musky trail still fresh
You move from city streets
To train yards

You travel the continent
Not asking for approval

Not asking for a handout
To pay for the occasional fine

The only difference
Between today and yesterday
Is that there is a permanent record
Of one's stupidity now

Blue Jay Blue Jay
You're so very blue today
Did your loved one leave you
Has she gone astray

In the crisp October air
With the falling leaves everywhere
I catch my breath that stretches
Out in front of me in vaporous plumes

It's been one hell of a life
I'm glad to be along for the ride
It seems the older I get
The less I have to hide

And we went down to see
What the commotion was
There were all types of people

They shared the same blood
They shared the same bone


We smudged, the smoke, the smell
You don't take it for granted
When you're so far from the well

Forget the seven-year-itch
Life can be a *****
You can pound your fists
When the whole thing gets you ******

When at times
It's just people are gone
I stop and think awhile
Wondering did I do wrong
I can't help that
When at times
I live life like a child
Sometimes fearfully
Sometimes wild
I can't help that
Sometimes I'm Judas
Another the Christ
I can play the Tempter
And I can pay the price.
I can't help that  
Sometimes I'm living
And then again I'm dying
Sometimes I'll hurt you
Without even trying
I can't help that.

you never know
when he's just going to lose it
the smallest thing can set him off

when he approaches
he's wearing a smile
on the outside he looks fine

say the wrong thing
and his eyes will glaze over
you get to feeling on guard real quick

his demeanour is full of loathing
a hatred of self and others
leaving and acidic taste and an air full of stench

you don't want to cross his path
see him and you take another street
violence or the threat of keeps one in their place

Scribble lines on paper,
call them borders.
Then walls
to protect their things
and their women.

The Earth belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.
Then the Sea, it belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.

The Air  it belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.
Who gives the right
to pollute the Waters,
When they belong to everyone
or they belong  to no one at all.

And the Sun, does it belong to everyone
or is it the Sun belongs to no one at all.
They put their names on the Stars
that they can see.
But the Stars belong to everyone
or they belong to no one at all.