He couldn’t get a handle
He couldn’t get a grip
On any situation
That glorified a whip
He stayed quite
He stayed still
He fought hard for his free will
He then spoke up
He then advanced
He finally learned to take a stance
And now he is our mayor

He’s unhappy with his choices
He’s ashamed of his intent
Having grand illusions
With the voice inside his head
Only to reach failure
Time and time again
For things that happened past
On him, you can’t depend
He’s a master of disguises
He never plays it cool
He’s a wonder for the ages
But overall, a fool

He’s unhappy with his choices
He’s ashamed of his intent
Having grand illusions
With the voice inside his head
Only to reach failure
Time and time again
Of all the things that happened past
On him, you can’t depend
He’s self centered and he’s lazy
Lethargic, and aloof
It’s not what you want to hear
But at least he tells the truth
Except when he does not
He’s a liar and a thief
He’ll tell you what you want to hear
Without missing a beat
He’s not altogether crazy
Some of his intentions are for good
At least that’s what he tells myself
Like no one ever could

Just a puff of cloud
That was all it took
To send him into orbit
When he turned back around to look
The earth was like a marble
Like you see in all the books
But what he saw scared him pale
And left him scared and shook

Pristine and deliberate
Champagne on ice
Jewels in the jewelry
Were enough to entice
They sparkled and gleamed
Catching the eye of the queen
With the jeweler now seen
He had accomplished his dream
So he fashioned a locket
Made of diamonds and gold
Exquisite and gaudy
For all to behold
It was welcomed with awe
An inspiring piece
Of art and of beauty
His proud new release
His gift was accepted
With joy and with glee
By the new queen to be
A princess in waiting
By law and decree
An innocent soul
A sweet little girl
Not astute yet to notice
The ways of the world
The darkness behind sunlight
The crooks and the thieves
They take with no conscience  
They do as they please
Her locket gave her comfort
She adored its design
She took pleasure in knowing
It was one of a kind

You became my poetry
My confidant, my bliss
My sweetest little darling
Irresistible to kiss
You’re an angel without wings
That I cannot resist
Fallen down into my arms
I’m elated you exist
A diamond in the rough
My other half, my swan
I’ll love you till eternity
Or till one of us is gone

He made it out unscathed
While the fire raged
He’d inhaled some black smoke
Climbing down the rope
They called him a hero for what he’d done
Saving people one by one
But to him, it was just another day
For which he got paid
For the job in which he does
Just because

The seagulls lift their wings to fly
Scavenging with their beady eyes
In a flock, above the beach
There’s nothing safe or out of reach
They’ll plot their course
They’ll take a risk
They’ll dive on in
For bread or fish
They’ll take and take
Then fly away
To try again another day

Writing is the chance to have my voice be heard
With a sentence, word for word
That I may speak my own ideas
In black and white, as it appears
And when I’m gone
My words will last
In the archives of days gone passed
When something old becomes again new
All written from my point of view

There’s little of the story known
Once the ocean turned to foam
The suds covered up the earth
Like a newborn babies birth
Then it melted from the rising sun
Bursting bubbles, one by one
Until the earths restored and new
Stunned in turn by a bird side view
Peering down from high above
Claws outstretched and that thereof
To see the earth as squeaky clean
Not judging like a war machine
Where love runs deep and freedom reigns
Then settles in and breaks the chains

She stared into his eyes
Filled to the brim with lies
It was liars she despised
And swindlers who connived
It was as if she’d won a prize
When he admitted he had lied
She admired his new candor
To which she had been previously deprived
They lived happily ever after
In a world they both contrived
Filled with butterflies and laughter
Where nothing ever dies

A kiss for the ages
An epic embrace
A long lasting voyage
Through time and through space
An infinite journey
Towards what can’t be replaced
It’s the thrill of the hunt
The thrill of the chase
Having the courage
To come face to face
If just for the moment
That it all gets erased

From the seasonings you use‬
‪To that oh so pleasant smell‬
‪The aromas from the kitchen ‬
‪In someways, casts a spell‬
They come from far
They come from wide
From tales of what you can provide
‪My stomach growls‬
‪My mouth has drool‬
‪My tastebuds yearn‬
‪My eyes get full‬
‪Using only the ingredients ‬in front of you ‬
‪You turn them into something beautiful‬

How do I find you?
Where do I go?
I’d search through the desert
I’d freeze in the snow
My mind cannot fathom
A world all alone
I’ve searched every crevice
Lifted each stone
But I still cannot find you
To have and to hold
And hand you this locket
Made of diamonds and gold

They’re the eyes of acceptance
A warm amber glow
From a side of the person
You’re reluctant to show
You’re the embers of fire
To watch burning slow
You’re the breeze through the night
That comes and then goes
You’re the garden of Eden
The bud of a rose
Vulnerable, you leave me
Completely exposed
But grateful you’ll have me
The one that you chose

I’m distraught but unabashed
My futures in the trash
I wagered every dime I had
All my hard earned cash
I have little to no chance
Of regaining all my cash
So I’ll start again
And be back in a flash
I’ve taken my last stance
On money and romance
So I guess I’ll have to reassess my evil ways

He’s the producer of sin
The maker of lies
That I wouldn’t have believed
If not seen by my eyes
He’s the hoarder of hatred
The one who decides
To punish the others
Just along for the ride
A rebellious rebel
That revels in stride
Not an excuse of envy
That excludes; divides
A wealth of great knowledge
That he never provides
But he’s easily mistaken
As just one of the guys

‪The changing of seasons‬
‪The color of leaves‬
‪Red as the fury‬
‪Of a cold winters breeze‬
‪The change in the weather‬
‪What’s come to be‬
‪Under the shade in the valley ‬
‪Of a lone standing tree‬
‪That grows in directions ‬
‪Wild and free‬
‪And in return
It allows us to breathe‬

‪Just below the treetops‬
‪A nest of jet black crows‬
‪Are nestled in the branches ‬
‪As not to be exposed ‬
‪They’re a metaphor for longing ‬
‪For a connection of some kind‬
‪A slight telepathic notion‬
‪Unlocked by the mind‬
‪Once they are connected ‬
‪Over lengths and lengths of time‬
‪The crows decide to migrate ‬
Just by reading telltale signs

You are my harvest of seeds
That blossom and grow
A budding new flower
To reap and to sow
To put with the others
And make a bouquet
Of multiple colors
An entire array
The scent of the tulips
The red of the rose
Can render my feelings
Completely exposed
From your decadent smile
To your petite little frame
You may have a boyfriend
But can I at least get your name?

I’m consumed by endless worry
I’ve concocted all my lies
That I may stand alone in heavy thought
Away from prying eyes
A true nightmare of epic scale
They’re the things I most despise
But I might be the most concerned
When I’ve been measured up and sized

I dance on my flaws
I’ve extinguished my past
I learned to hold on to the things I could grasp
My actions need guidance
I falter, then fade
I’m lost and I’m losing
At this whole big charade
I dance on my flaws
I reverse my course
Gently at first
Before using force
I clamor for answers
All I can find
To increase my knowledge
And fill up my mind
I dance on my flaws
From dusk till dawn
All must be present
To see who’s missing; gone
I’m grateful to see them
Perusing a cause
Bending the rules
Not breaking the laws
I dance on my flaws
I’ve conquered my fears
I’m braver and stronger
Than it is or appears
I look in the window
I knock at the door
I’m changing what matters
To beat the high score
I dance on my flaws
What’s mine is yours
A standing ovation
While left wanting more

I stare at the fading horizon
On the beach with the wind in my hair
On a seemingly endless adventure
Without a doubt or a care
I pursue all that which has been taken
I’m mindful of tragic events
But if I never chase what I’m after
I’ll be living a life with regrets

I recognize that emblem
A spider with a knife
It’s very prominent in circles
Of every walk of life
Not those who have more money
The said “cream of the crop”
The upper echelon of prominence
You know, the people at the top

It’s the creature of the black lagoon
The ware wolf on a bright full moon
Fear is found in scary scenes
Like Dracula and vampire screams
Or Frankenstein with a bolt of light
On a frightening rainy night
Dark gray clouds and lightning skies
Now waiting for the dead to rise
Zombies with a taste for man
Scouring a wasted land
What’s hiding underneath the bed?
The boogie man inside your head?

‪Waiting for the love to come‬
‪With a fire in my heart that yearns‬
‪Longing for a warm embrace ‬
‪Invade her space, come face to face‬

‪Waiting for the love to come ‬
‪In my whispers can you hear‬
‪A poem from the depths of my soul‬
‪That defeats my greatest fear‬

Waiting for the love to come
To share with my desires
And quench my thirst and appetite
While extinguishing the fires

She’s lying in an empty field
On a bed of grass and leaves
Alone to daydream freely
About things no one believes
No one will take her seriously
Her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams
So she lies in wait, as her mind creates
An elaborate flawless scheme

Tires wreaking havoc on a dusty country road
Spinning wheels in corn fields
Mowed down row by row
They’re in tank tops and in faded jeans
Overalls rolled up to their knees
A toothpick and a straw hat
In a small town down the railroad tracks
That’s where limits know no bounds
Where the fox gets chased by hounds
From dusk till dawn
They’re here then gone
Somewhere likely underground

Immersed in soft red velvet
Sending shivers down my spine
The goosebumps, they are plenty
In a moment so divine
Brushed against my face, my torso, arms, and hands
Whenever wrapped in velvet
It tends to ruin daily plans

She was queen bee for a reason
She was respected and revered
At least that’s what they told her
Behind a voice of fear
She was quick to chop a head clean off
Without blinking an eye
So your whole life sometimes
Depended on your ability to lie

It was a poem without an ending
An incoherent verse
That was spewed out with the alcohol
Then aided by a nurse
The mood was rather somber
It was palpable at best
So the poem went without an ending
And made little to no sense
It was a simple little rhyme scheme
A play on different words
That were fed into my bloodstream
Which now sounds a bit absurd
I could taste the words when spoken
But if they were deferred
It still wouldn’t have an ending
Despite what you may have heard

His mother sang to him a lullaby
When she put him down for bed
Her voice was soft and mellow
As he rest his weary head
His eyes were closed as he faded off
And her voice grew softer still
Until it turned into a whisper
With her goal, in turn, fulfilled

With thunder comes the drama
A stormy weather scene
Through the rain and lightning
The wind begins to breathe
Huffing and puffing
Viciously conceived
A hurricane is brewing
Agrees the fallen trees
Puddles form with rapid speed
The skies lit up like day
Until the weather slows; subsides
The clouds are pale and gray
Sickly if you will
It’s not my place to say
It just may need a little sunshine
For the rain to go away

‪She’s crossed this bridge before ‬
‪In a long forgotten dream‬
‪When she fell into the water‬
‪And was carried far upstream ‬
‪Reaching out for rocks‬
‪To slow down her increased speed‬
‪And waking up wet and sweaty ‬
‪Drowning in her sheets‬

It’s like the smell of the earth after rain
Tall trees lined up in a row
The horizon isn’t as far as it seems
But it grows smaller the further you go
It’s the beginning of a journey
Not the end of the road
Just to the edge of extinction
Where true lovers go
While held in his arms
Borderline exposed
Still managing to stay completely
composed
It must be a talent
That you see done in shows
For a bouquet of flowers
And a single red rose

Was it the bell on his collar?
Or maybe his marbled pattern fur?
But really, it was his comfort
That I look back fond on how things were
He was as docile as ferocious
Each obstacle achieved
I’d send a stick one thousand feet
Just to be retrieved

He’d fallen into liquid
He was drowning in the deep
He went through every motion
Until he met defeat
He fell into a deep abyss
But somehow he came to
Breathing, lying on the beach
In his bathing suit
He wondered how we got there
Was he dreaming all along?
How could this have happened?
Something was all wrong
He’d fallen through a warm hole
And came out the other side
In a universe that’s parallel
He’s glad to be alive

He stormed the shop in epic light
Sunbeams through the trees
He churned his peddles towards the north
His back against the breeze
He entered town without a sound
Until he coughed and sneezed
Then everyone around the town
Made the sick man leave

The story lies in the pages
Whether it’s read or told
With a beginning and an ending
Printed up and bold
Cuddled in a blanket
Keeping out the cold
Allowing my imagination
To make the barriers explode
Take off on a journey
Sail the seven seas
Dangle from the mountaintops
Trying not to freeze
Or wrestle in the jungle
On a large trapeze
Balancing on a tightrope
At the mercy of the breeze

A chandelier above the center of the room
Champagne on a silver tray
The smell of sweet perfume
A smile, a wink
To the girl in satin pink
With ribbons in her hair
Standing with a drink
I asked her if she’d dance
It was the beginning of romance
For given half a chance
From what started as a glance

She dipped her toe in the quite creek
To watch the ripples spread
Which ruined her reflection
And warped her little head
The ripples drifted up the creek
They spread out far and wide
And what should have come as a great big shock
Simply came as no surprise

Along the open meadows
Near the trees lined in a row
Horses run and frolic
Like they did so long ago
They’re left alone, and free to roam
On acres of green grass
It’s sure to be, a sight to see
Anytime you pass
They’re big and bold
With manes of gold
They’re muscular and fast
They’re majestic and they’re statuesque
They’re elegant, with class

She huddled in the corner
She cuddled in the sheets
She asked her Lord and savior
If the two of them could meet
She promised to be casual
Quite and discrete
In a proper manner
On a getaway retreat
Just to talk about the weather
And have something sweet to eat
Not to talk about harsh subjects  
That I wouldn’t dare repeat
Or to match wits on a topic
Of which I can’t compete
But rather sit around and get some sun
In the summer heat

In the vineyard of ripe vine grapes
The grapes drape to the ground
They’re fresh and sweet, to drink or eat
And they sell it by the pound
Grapes may come in different shades
In different sizes too
But some may say they’re best with age
Under cork and *****

They continued to play
Though the echoes remained
As a sign of what was to come
They blew us away
As we stood in dismay
Seeing where they had come from
A full on display
Of the trumpet and bass
In a place where blues can be found
The harmonica played
As we clap and gave praise
When the room shook, and so did the ground
As you came near
You could certainly hear
As the band grew increasingly loud
They played through the night
And into the day
Just to appease the large crowd

“I’m afraid of the dark,” she said
As I turned out the light
We’ll disappear, but have no fear
The future’s looking bright
The moon went down, the sun came up
And the light crept through the door
She woke from sleep
Began to weep
When her feet hit the floor
I asked her why it was she cried
And her answer to my surprise
Was that she believed her life was ending
Every time she closed her eyes
I said that sounds ridiculous
As a tear rolled down her cheek
Be strong, I said
And rest your head
And try to get some sleep

Wading in water
Calm without breeze
She swam with the fishes
While drowning her fleas
She now felt much better
Completely relieved
But her heart still went out
And so she grieved
She’s a lovable creature
Relaxed, feeling free
Wading in water
Surrounded by sea

I am told that I’m simpatico
Affable and carefree
Easy to get along with
At the center of my Chi
I only want acceptance
A hug or warm embrace
The camaraderie of laughter
While standing face to face
Bonding us together
My senses opened wide
Completely unrevealing, still
Of my darker side
The yin and yang of selfdom
Both negative and fine
Aged, until it’s reached perfection
Like a semi dry red wine

I asked myself
Is this girl the one?
She’s pale and thin
Must be from lack of sun
She worships me
But it’s all in fun
She lets me speak
Listens till I’m done
She cooks and cleans
And smiles as she does
She puts things back
Just the way it was
And I value that
Just because
Just because

The house was a mansion
Empty, unfilled
On cemetery foundations
They decided to build
They say it was haunted
That ghosts were abound
Sometimes there was screeching
A sheer horrendous sound
All would steer clear
None would approach
Not even the people
That steal and poach
There were gossip and stories
And as legend goes
The dead were awakened
And wiggled their toes
No longer buried
Unearthed; exposed
In search of the living
To make known their woes