She came to call
And stays most of the fall
She takes the ground floor
You the  one above

The  floorboards creaked under your weight
Driving her wild she'd yell at the ceiling
You thought maybe it was from a hospital she escaped
Any scenario was none to appealing

You hoped for more than this
Trying so **** hard to appease
When you met in the kitchen
You'd ask who this strange person is

Something about her had you sweating bullets
You reached for a tea towel while the kettle boiled
She whimpered and you didn't know what to do
She shrieked and you poured the tea

Around the first snow you saw a way out
Above her you'd shuffle sounding  soft shoe on the wooden floor
Using the wash room you'd pull the seat up and snicker inside
Leaving hair in the sink water everywhere and a mirror that's streaked

Before too long our cards were played
The rooster greeted the morning and her bags were packed
You waited at the station to make sure she got on the train
You waved a gloved hand the sound of the whistle made you free

Vast point of view,
you can see for miles,
while your son plays games
on the computer, being
he is only four
and still dons a diaper.

Moving through the machine,
a black and white display of  un-colour,
dodging back and forth
while the minutes go in and out,
or do they stick around
in one great unbroken weave.

Nothing to worry about,
embrace this moment
and savour the thought of savouring it.
I just want to sit here
and sip my wine
and dream of the grandiose.

A toast to this
and a toast to that,
they are all on automatic.
spontaneity does not move
well through the machine,
there is always a glitch.

i don't want to be
owned like a slave,
told what to think
and how to behave

you think you're right
i think it's wrong
so step aside now
and moving along

i am not there yet
i am still over here
with a viral vertigo
sippin' a beer

i even brought her flowers
and now she's a no-show
looks to me like it's just another no-go

friendship is a two-way street
we tell each other our weaknesses
then pray we remain discreet

Try it, you'll like it

Said the man in front
of the liquor store

Chain-smoking
filter-less camel cigarettes

Grinning through
nicotine stained teeth

Spine twisted recompense
and all that was, is not.

Fortune buried in a field
and you stand on the wrong
side of the fence with your plastic shovel.

Wisdom brings responsibilities pain.

If you hold too tight
hugging the kettle,
you shall burn your arms.

What good to burn your arms?

Better to cut them off
and go through life
eating with your feet.

Money comes from the machine
The machine comes from the bank

Funny money, digital figures
Flying through the air

Debt for everyone
Paying to being alive

You can't have a warehouse
To store your barter hoard

Unless the Machine puts out
And gives you the cash to build a barn

When money doesn't work any more
Things will change, most think for the worst

Imagine being worth billions then
Being worthless, useless to everyone

The Machine will grind to a halt
You can't live in a fairytale for ever

Hide and seek
Playing heartstrings
Allowance of resonance

Bounced off brow
Humpty cracks
trust, an eggshell

I believe we both grew

In the universal language
of middle fingers
and eye rolls.

two friends
are a fightin'
as i stand
in the middle
dodging
the lightening,
while a friend
in russia
tells me that
she has a
problem
with the bottle,
but i'm on my
own little trip,
hand clenched
on the throttle.

This way
to the end of days

Passing
brain
insane

Streaming consciousness
Washing ashore messages

Hopes of a lifetime
down the drain

Fools with the world
Doing for an audience

Every bit
of us slowly
crumbles

Be careful
what you think

For they
come for you
whatever you do

Not to be caught
with your pants down

Looking like an idiot
Gladly passing for a fool

it's
an idea
whose
time has come,

a myth
who has put
in the time.

some
witches
brew
a
burning
love,
and
voodoo
too.

let's
shoot
out the
light
and
vibrate
into the
darkest
of nights.

three
hundred
and
sixty
five
days
of the
year.

fire
works
explosion
juxtaposing,

a fresh
new life,
a brand
new year.

Living is easy
In the times it's not hard

Once we've learned the rules
We have a fighting chance

No one knows for sure
Until they put the hammer to the anvil

Once I was blind
To the messes I made now I see

Same old story
Same long songs and dance

Reap sow sow reap
Wiser  than I said these things

Not saying who am I
To question I have that right

So much to learn
More than a lifetime to learn it

When I rest my bones
My head darts forward and my heart recalls

It isn't a matter
Of better than or worse

More like a balance
I need to strike

It's true what they say
about vibes...

My key is to keep those vibrations
In some kind of light

All those hurtful things
I lay claim to

They travel space and time
I never knew I was in control

Now I have a fighting chance
Knowing what I need to know

Spine twisted recompense
and all that was,  is not.

Fortune buried in a field
and you stand on the wrong
side of the fence
with your plastic shovel.

Wisdom brings responsibilities pain.

If you hold too tight
hugging the kettle,
you shall burn your arms.

What good to burn your arms?

Better to cut them off
and go through life
eating with your feet.

Take a ride
into the snowy white

The taxi driver said
and we were out of sight.

Cobra's breath
through yard iron teeth,
sullen swank and sway.

Shan't no man stand
Where WILL be loosed,
'til gait and gravity
sound pounding shoe.

When in no glass wall
to splinter and fly
still distant point
seen with thine eye

Pass behind to settle and cell
being  recalled of fear of
a rainy day.

Casting visions
of a cruellest hell
of infinite symbol
Sound and smell.

When I asked her 'do you have any latex she thought i was talking about paint.. when she asked if I was going to capitalize my i..i said no 'cause that's the way i roll.

Wine?
You ask.

Cork or
Twist top?
Bag or Box?

Can I have a beer?

An army of frogs looked on,
Their tongues darting, throats bulging.

Belching out frog speak, they were
Wishing for kisses or at least a licking.


When you do the right thing,
You always do wrong by someone.

Not an insect in sight you see,
Frogs are their plight.

And I, well, I sell their legs
To dozens of eateries.

My fine mesh net scoops up the officers,
Their eyes, tearing up, their troops follow suit.

I'm counting my way back to town.
I got a **** load of frogs.. a **** load of legs.

As you slowly slide
into memory
and I am
left to bury
my dead dream.

I can't help but envy
the one who holds you now,
because it isn't me
to have and hold you now.

As you slowly slide into memory
and I am left to bury my dead dream.

My heart is aching and my spirit yearns,
I have to comfort myself in believing
that there is still so much to learn.

As you slowly slide into memory
the thoughts crawl by, I shudder and sigh.

I can't hold back the tears
as I let them fall, I tell it all
to the one who really cares.

Evening's
long shadow
lay peaceful.
A walk in the neighborhood
where windows are looked at,
not through.
Not shattered with alarm.

I can be brutal
or so you say you can tell,
but stop and look again,
this could be a match made in heaven
for two angels straight from hell.

We could sit here
and stare the clock down,
stare it right off the wall..
or dust off our top hats and spats
and strike out on a crawl.

Now, I know what it's like to be drunk
and I know what it's like to be sober,
I know what it's like to be young
and quickly growing older.

The safest bet by a long shot
is to keep time hung up on the wall,
make believe we can predict
just which way the chips are going to fall.

So shake those dice
and give 'em a blow,
before they hit the velvet
you'll know how it's going to go,
we could do it up just like a drug
no need to convince me, I'm sold.
It's back to throwing out a life line
to draw some heat out of this late winter's cold.

A ****** crossed
the crescent Moon,
they hung in a twilight Sky.

The Wind whispers:

Is this a blessing
or is it a curse.

I **** my head
and heave a sigh.

Tumbling headlong
into the abyss  
this just got worse.


Can we go the distance
or are we going down with the Ship.

After all, who owns the Moon,
who can lay claim to the stars.

Time will tell.

over our heads
creeps big time,
the only thing that is.

freshly folded moment
too alive to die.

witness to the break
in the softer water's wave.

now, back, forced to see.
no salve for the blind.
sometimes oh to be blind.

one is eleven's rhyme.


© copyright 2005

All Rights Reserved

If they are willing to meet you half way there is no extra mile.

little
bit a this

little bit a that

don't
you yell
at me

don't you call
me fat

I'm
built for
comfort

I
ain't
built
for speed

let
me
know
what
you what

sweet
daddy
got
every
thing

sweet momma need

it falls
on all
rich poor

needing to be
shoveled
away from
the door

looking so
beautiful
until

the traffic
makes it
not so

white rain
men
carrot noses

in need
of a tissue
until
he blows it

white rain
I cant complain

seasons change
that stays
the same

hundreds
of
crow
in
a
blizzard
sky

winds
whip
under
feathered
wings

tinker tape
snow flakes

passionate stars
mingle with
the human
vantage
point

I'm not here
To testify

I'm not here
To mystify

I'm not here
To justify

I didn't come here
To classify

I didn't come here
To not look inside

I didn't come here
For a Donkey's ride

I feel outside
I feel outside

I'm only here
because my dog has died

Once he
held it
he knew,
he just knew.

He was going
to the top
of that, there is no doubt.

From the time
he started
his mojo working.

He was walking, talking
all about...

that time
when he was
reading tea leaves.

He was voodooing,
just using
his imagination.

He travelled far,
that train whistle blowin'
sowing the seeds he was sowing,

then , while listening to bob dylan,
he had what they call an epiphany.

He started growing mushrooms
to see what he could see.

When the results came back,

he said his epitaph
just has to read.

"Down Through The Years
The Lord Has Been Good To Me"

Not first in my family
by no means the last

My son also
wears that badge

What can you do
when you live in a shoe

You can take stock
pull up the socks

and move to a boot.

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 and spirit fought.

Of how you cannot accept the time
although your heart has received 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 your 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 your cheek to take away your pain, for I would do anything for you, even die again...

Walking that fine line
between the sea and the shore
I hear the song
and I follow along
If you ask me
I don't know what for
a carrot on a stick
A dog with a bone

Twisting a top
Twisting a lot

You turn around
To see what you've got

You call yourself a poet
You write about that
Don't you holler at me
Don't you call me fat

I've got everything fine mama needs
We're  stuck together like glue
We just do what it is we please
Do what it is we do

I call 'em like it is and that's a fact
No painting of the red doors black
No mojo workin' only horns and drums
When it comes to diplomacy I'm all thumbs

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 with bitter cool

Our birth has been breached
As we cling tight to earlier yearnings
And the wailing wall sounds
A whisper to the cry in my mind

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

Those times when in spirit
Our fingertips would brace
Prying open closed doors
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

I don't have to play
the respect card

When the other option
is common regard

Loose lips do sink ships
and it  leaves the other side doing back flips

Lord Thunderin' Jesus
as we say here on the coast

And that's the coast with the most
strictly speakin' a toast to the east

What displeases me most is
a the general lack of civility

On this big ol' world
that they call the Earth

I say, he's got a tick one
and I do mean his head

Some of those ideas
that he did give birth

Some of them good
for what it's worth

Give us this day
our daily bread

Those sugar plum fairies
dancing around in his head

"Donald Duck", I've heard them joke
While his big old pipe dream goes up in smoke

I hold him in regard and that's for sure
I have no respect for someone that I just have to endure

In the end he'll be a part of history
While all our lives will remain a mystery

facing it
debasing it
erasing it

not too well does it sit
pray tell how could that be

you can't go forcing it
missing what you thought you could see

turn your back on it
and pay the price

you wish the hallway was lit
it's dark as hell no dice

I think I'll die when I see fit
a tuxedo and a rose will suffice

"All Aboard,
All Aboard".
  
The Porter calls,
All aboard this train
Bound for nowhere.

Leaving the Atlantic,
Passengers  headed West,
Going as far as you can get.

The long snake rock and rolls
While you sway back and forth.

Turn to your window and see,
Look, miles upon miles of Canadian Prairie,
So flat you could watch your dog run away from home for days.


Every whistle stop you dash to the closest liquor store
The  cost of drinks making the trip  just tolerable.


Steel wheels and the clack-clack,
Those wheels whistling down the track.

At first, in the distant... mountains.. still so far away.
Then you reach the foothills and the Rockies start to reveal their awe.
A clear day it's best to ride in the Fish Bowl, a most beautiful view to behold.

On and on we go, the steel pushing forward.
On to the lush country pushing for the Pacific.

I sit down to write
and with  all my might,

I cost a deal ....
it's being fed to me
piecemeal .....

You crank it,
let's see if it does fit

And all the while,
I sit back and
I do smile

But when it
comes 'round again

You can hack a tree
bring 'em home to the plane

It all comes down to
the fact that we blew,

we'll always think
that we were  in style

Yes , just a wink
and a smile....

Hold off, hold off,
we can't do this for ever.

I'm blind, I'm blind..
you tell me of some other
way to unwind.

If I could I would cast a spell
With a vocabulary beyond my reach
I would stack it layer upon layer
Deeper and deeper or higher and higher
Depending on the perspective you took
Rounding corner after corner
Finding what was lost and again losing what was found

Chipping away at a crooked alphabet
Making you sleepy-eyed while still wide awake
Casting aside any aspersions asinine or not
Planting new symbols hidden carefully  between the A B C's
Making troubles for those needing order and for those ordering their needs
Lifting our senses so high  knowing depression must follow
After the low you again start the climb only to crash again

I strive to paint a picture so abstract it loses all meaning
Viewed over and over with eyes that look for answers
I lead the proverbial horse to water finally to have it drink
Meanwhile touching a shadow on a cloudless day poking holes in its silhouette
Do I plant seeds in dust hoping to yield a blossom where none can grow
Are my arms stretched outward to embrace a loveless world
That spins so fast that my fingertips are set ablaze.

You pick a time
you pick a place.

Who lies to you
the whole human race.

That everybody lies
doesn't make it right.

Trust is the first to go
then ex- friends take flight.

Everybody's got a story,
yours is I did you wrong. 


I have to say... hey buddy
let guy bonds be guy bonds.

Just grin and bear it.. or
grin and bare it.

That's what you've got to do,
As far as this one goes... we're through.

It sounds
And I am compelled to listen.
This is beautiful,
Now that I have heard it
There is no turning back
To the point of no return.
Experience piles up
The hold never dissipates.
At times it immerses me
And I remain motionless.
I sound, squeezing ***
On its bonds with male
And female on fresh waves.

I owe, I owe it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up the dollars come so slow

It looks like I took a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road and come down with
some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I do detest
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
and put me under house-arrest

My muse she flew out the door and is on-the-run
Screaming over her shoulder, it ain't a crime to be unhappy
but it isn't any fun

I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up and the dollars come so slow

I can't wait
'till I'm all free of you

I wring my hands
since you said we're through

I chew my nails
I don't know what to do

I'm down and out
feeling ******* blue

On the ropes
     As the day once
        more meets the night.
          What's out there in the dark
         those sounds, those shadowy sights.
       I, it is friendly, It feels right to me.
And The Plot Thickens...
    It always does, it thickens
      Where three are gathered or even more
             some engage and others watch
               It's too lonely to be alone when you do share
and alone you get
when you plan your day,
take the lowly hour and make it you crown

The ears and the eyes of those whom listen, they ask to breed.
We want more, enough to spread all over this Globe
Like a topping for a fruit cup it tastes of whipped cream

And the Plot thickens, you see, it always does.
    It doesn't throw out its branches to no one.
       It knows that they will be climbed. And can see that bones will break.

Offer The Plot That Thickens  roads that go east and roads that goes west.
Tell it to go down below and then hover on high. skate circles around it.

Ride it ******* with just the right hand holding its mane, without spurs spur it on..... only good can come of this. As The Plot Thickens

you can't
change
your nature

like you can
your wardrobe

what you are
is what you are

poor or rich
we float along
on this globe

amongst the stars
amongst the stars

there is more
than one way
to be rich or poor

and right now
my sanity is
headed out the door

so blow
us a kiss
should

our spirit
be amiss

Put your
hands
in the air

and realise
we go
nowhere

without
a little help

from
who knows
where

just as long
as we can
feel it

just so we
know that
it's there

let's make
     smoking
        cool again

***** cruising
    down the road

two lips
   kissing a cigar

he
comes from
          shady lane

he said

let's make
   smoking
      cool again

Seven times seven,
Mojo good to go.

All of the candles
Lit in a row.

White flakes
of Angel dust,
what do they say...
Let it snow let it snow.



Seasons come
and seasons go.

This one
is a tip of the hat,
A come in from the cold.

Another year gone,
the next is new.

What may be
let it be,

Glittering in Gold

Take the Vibe,
A day when fear
is on hold,

to leave
full and total
Peace of the Soul.

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 he is sane

Trapping those who walk the borderline
With those of a mind to            or
With a mind not to

I commend my soul
To the vastness beyond
I beg of 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

Sikh and ye shall find

Trouble
To be found.

Some days it's to be found
in your 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 than 'Here's you hat
what's the hurry...;

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

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...