Will you take my bloodied hands

My broken bones

My heart grown old

My body cold

My very soul

As tax to you?

Can I pay your tax in blood and pain

My worn out back

My knees

My eyes

My worried nights?

Are these yours too

Your cut from me

Or do these things I get to keep?

I guess I am like that Rat

He was  the tough one that wouldn't die.

The one that just couldn't be killed... until he was

He had been shot and hurt, holed through, at least 3 times, gone to death though still not yet,

But still he fought, running, hiding and evading

When the dog finally came for him, scented in, brown and power in dusted thunder

With spit, teeth and blood rolling

The rat actually jumped up to fight, springing and trying to bite him in the face

He bounced and sprang, almost like a boxer, dodging in and out, feinting and snapping

For a moment, surviving

The dog , for his part, was a  little more cautious

On the last go round with this rat , he had taken a nasty bite to the lip and nose while trying to put the death clamp to him

The rat took advantage of the moments hesitation to quickly squeeze through the chicken wire and escape between the layers

The dog ,snapping , bit him as he went through, trying to crush him in his powerful jaws

But the wire caught his teeth in gnashing

And the rat slipped away

Gone in the dark

Until he wasn't

Until he was found again

Found behind the planter, then under the footer and then back on the other side of the aging chicken wire

He had been shot again in the meantime, yet still his reserves weren't gone

Still he ran and led the dog on the chase, evading him at every turn

Until he didn't

The last shot stopped him and he lay down

He was wet with dog spit and bedraggled and still wanting to bite

But it was over and the dog pounced on him and put the death bite to his stomach, ending it finally

This rat had been trapped the week before and escaped from the jaws of the trap, into the jaws of the dog

He escaped once again with a well placed bite and lived to fight another day

And what a fight it was

And I think that I am like that rat. I just keep going and keep fighting and I think it's mainly because I just don't know how to give up or maybe sometimes I am just too dumb to give up..

Maybe that was the rats problem too.

We were young and beautiful
Ivory Gods under the sun
We invented love and passion
The world of things to do
We created as only Gods can
Living in the wind and the waves
In our idle time, in dark past night
Wet kisses spent
We quietly changed the world
Through well spent meaning
and whispered revolution
Our Hubris surpassed
In the end only by our age

You’ll laugh until that’s you

And that cop has his knee on your Irish ****** neck

You’ll laugh until you don’t

When the ******’s the cop

And he’s on top

Don’t laugh

Until it’s war

And your fighting for blood

Ready to die

And ready to rest in the land

And send your enemy to Hell

Don’t laugh about the death of a man

While you still shop at the store

Just around the corner

We are still civilized now you know

And that could still be you

And that cop

She was a Young Maiden

As Blonde as summer white

Riding in the darkened wind

Stealing it's music in the night

To the sound of waves

And sea foam blown on salty air

Old men, comforting forlorn wives

In the glowing cast of Morn'

Still heard the music chime

As she rode away

They sipped their coffee

In screen porch outrage

And swore to get revenge

One moment of twisted sight

Fading noise,and dimming light

Dreams to end, mouth agape

As hope and life turn to night

Fading,fading,fading

All away

Until darkness quickly

Rules the day

Down in the fields where the old pines grow

The grass runs green and the young deer glow

Glow in the dark deer under the lines

Cutting the sky In the shadow of time

Old #3 bleeding like rain

Dust and smoke

Carpet the plain

Glow in the dark deer

Eyes amber and green

Glow in the night

Too faint to see