Not much to decipher
In this godforsaken place
But the thought of ever leaving
Leaves a bitter taste
The land is on a reservation
With spirits free to roam
Which can be disturbing to some
Yet, we still call it home

There’s little warmth from a setting sun
I’m broken in more ways than one
The seasons change, and time grows thin
Still, I remain in my own skin
I aim to see the break of dawn
I wish on stars, then ****, they’re gone
So I’m gonna wait till they return
And give away what should be earned
A heart of gold, a caring thought
But they say that love cannot be bought
So I wait within a moments time
But the punishment does not fit the crime
So I think and introspect
And console my heart and it’s neglect
I ponder all the time in which I spent
Investing in the tears I’ve wept
The constant lies and disrespect
All the promises I’ve made and kept
I am no doormat or fawner for you
And I will not accept my number 2
I must come first, second to none
So I may feel the warmth of the setting sun

He munched on his priorities
Counting every one
To store away for winter days
In cheeks built like a drum
He stuffed his face with mediocrity
Held seldom in his clutch
But he kept his eyes on the main prize
With smell, and taste, and touch

The quest
To seek and explore
Armed with his binoculars,
A writing pad, and more
To excavate and accumulate
Treasure troves galore
But the hardest part
Is the start
Once you open up the door

Poetry are words
That cannot heal the pain
They can describe it, well, in full detail
Unshackled, bound by chains
If used proper and correctly
They can change a point of view
Attain what they’re after
In whichever form they choose
But that defeats the purpose
Of their task, their common goal
That holds with it, the meaning
Of every living soul
A comparable ambivalence
On a common level ground
That echoes what’s inside of us
And lifts us when we’re down

There’s strength in solid roots
That grew from a small seed
They grow up tall
But beneath it all
They’re in dire need
Of affection
A tender touch
The precious air we breathe
Not cut down to build playgrounds
But maybe that’s just me

I was hanging off a *****
The angle, sort of steep
I tried to cross the threshold
But I misjudged my leap
Now, I’m dangling from a mountaintop  
My cause of loss of sleep
Me falling to my fatal end
Without shedding tears to weep

Using a metric unit of length
We were all mystified by such courage and strength
The strength that it took
To forge on beyond
And grasp hold of the friendship;
The unbreakable bond
To carry themselves with dignity and with pride
Standing up to naysayers
That would have pushed them aside

I wished the best of luck
To the ego of the duck
That waddled past the hunters by the day
His luck was running short
As hunting is a sport
That any fool with a gun can play
He lasted pretty long
Before a bullet came along
That sent this poor ducks ego across the bay
It doesn’t pay to strut
Then take one in the gut
Instead, duck your big fat head
And run away

I’ve been coming under scrutiny
For starting up a mutiny
Before, I never had the time

I preached about our unity
And sought out my immunity
For never failing to commit a crime

I looked in your direction
You drew out my attention
And ever since
I want you to be mine

Take your time, don’t answer
Be my private dancer
Until one day
You up off and resign

Then I’ll play my favorite solo
Pay the final total
And everything will all work out just fine

Poetry is the calmness when the moments too bright
It’s the sound that you hear, just as you take flight  
It’s the spark to the flame that seems to ignite
The warmth of the fire on a cold winters night  
Poetry is beauty in the clouds and the skies
The answer to questions and all reasons why
It’s the soft of a feather, the twinkle in eyes
And the lifting of spirits when it comes time to rise
Poetry is sadness we need to express
The voicing of anger so that we don’t digress
It’s the shifting of patterns that changes the mood
And the seeking of happiness and how it’s pursued

‪There’s color to be seen in black and white‬
‪You just have to know where to look ‬
‪It’s in the streets and on the corners‬
‪And even in some books‬
‪The colors range in bright lit hues‬
‪Where the blandness can be misconstrued ‬
‪Like with a bunch of helium filled balloons‬
‪The reds, the yellows, greens and blues‬

I came with thoughts to serenade
Just along the promenade
In her dress of purple suede
With a smile that I wouldn’t trade
I picked a spot under the shade
Over rose petals, freshly laid
I gave to her a ring of jade
As she listened to the song I played
Steadily wooing her with my words

‪The flowers in the woods‬
‪Are scarcely ever seen‬
‪Hidden in between the branches‬
‪The tree trunks and the leaves‬
‪The flowers are of fuchsia‬
‪Which sprouted from a seed‬
‪But, the last I ever saw of them‬
‪Were through the thickets of the reed‬

Impressive blue hues
Over breathtaking views
In leu of small clues
Of yesterday’s news
Predicting the weather
From small drops of dew
A pair of old shoes
That the laces are chewed
Thrown in the waste-bin
For something that’s new
To feel the same thing again
As if I had déjà vu

“Run for the hills!”
I heard in my ear
A sound of distress
With underlined fear
“Run for the hills,”
And never look back!”
Then the voice disappeared
Stopped dead in its tracks
Maybe that voice
Was the one in my head
Warning my conscience
Of an untimely death
So I took off and I ran
To escape my own fate
Through hell, I had passage
To the white pearly gates
And when I arrived
An angel was there
To lead me to heaven
To help me prepare
For what was to come
For the inevitable fact
So I ran for the hills,
And never looked back

The dessert was dressed and garnished
With a wafer, thin and crisp
Eaten by the mayor
Who spoke with a small lisp
He gobbled up the sweets
Then went on to make a speech
Of how to build up unity
And whom he’d like to reach
The children in the city
To the homeless on the streets
He told anyone who’d listen
And with that, he packed the seats
It’s how he swayed the voters
The election his to keep
Winning in a landslide
Will history repeat?

Disbelief by what we can see with eyes
Or what our brain constructs; contrives
Reality then splits; divides
Into a realm of oneiric dreams
What we perceive as a mirage
Is in fact, pieces of a grand montage
Resorting to both **** and dodge
Euphoric pandemonium

It was music to my ears
The words I wished to hear
When you said the two words “I do”
It made me want to cheer
I’d been waiting for this day to come
For us to be a team
And now I get to call you mine
The woman of my dreams

She dreams of moonbeams and serenades
As watches her breath in the cold
She has no time for horse play or your charades
She’s adventurous, daring, and bold
A devilish angel
Subtle and sweet
She’ll rip the rug
From right under your feet
She’ll take all your secrets
But at least she’s discrete
She’s more of a woman
Than you’ll ever meet

Medals of honor
Of allegiance and pride
Fought for, or earned
A recognition of lives
Of performers, performing
Their duty, through pain
To be adorned and admired
For goals achieved and attained
Through hardships, struggles, and toil
They still produced change
When they could’ve stood idle
Dormant and tame
But the lion inside them
Was ferocious, and roared
It demanded attention
It would not be ignored
The renegades, the heroes
The legends, the lore
A celebration of people
Who went beyond, and did more

I am the seeker
The master of thieves
I spew propaganda
With the greatest of ease
I’m out on the cusp
Propped up and perched
I looked all around
I scoured, I searched
I found what I sought
Covered in dirt
Further from me
Yet, closer to earth

Skies of blue
And a reddish hue
Lights the horizon up in flames
Just a hint of daylights rest
Is all that now remains
Darkness falls overhead
Like a curtain on a stage
But the bridge linked to your beating heart
Will never be the same

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

There’s no reason to fret
Leaving worries far behind
There’s no borderline regret
In what I’d hope to find
Running from neglect
Crossing over lines
Still, nothing’s much more powerful
Than the beauty of the mind

The birds in nests are chirping
Chirping out aloud
For everyone to hear them
Help pinpoint, where they can be found
I worried for their safety
I listened for a sound
But I did not hear another peep
Anywhere around

Picking up daisies
Pulling petals for fun
Does she love me or not
Could she be the one
Lush lavish landscapes
The knolls and the brooks
It’s her endless kind nature
And her blatant good looks
That draws me near her
That pulls me in
With a gleam in my eye
And the biggest of grins

Cozy by the fire
Engulfed by your flame
You filled me with desire
Without knowing your name
Resting by a tree trunk
Lying in the sand
You, the woman of my dreams
Highly in demand
Sitting there, with auburn hair
Lying on the beach
I put you on a pedestal
Far beyond my reach
But I’d climb any mountain top
Until I reached its peak
Hovering above the clouds
Swept up off my feet
I’d go to any measure
If I had to, I would leap
Just to spend my time with you
I mainly play for keeps
I’d hope that you’d reciprocate
And not leave me to hang
Since I caught a glimpse of you
Things have never been the same

I was born into a hectic state
In a country well to do
Compared to the whole world at large
Our flag bled red, and white, and blue
I was proud of where I came from
I even joined to fight our foes
Until I grew a tad bit older
And more and more became exposed
About the lies, the crooks, the crimes
The power hungry minds
I found out freedom, was just a made up word
That was misleading by design
Happiness was no sure thing 
The struggle was too real
They taxed for greed
Not what we need
For our hungry, sick, and ill
So many lost and jaded
By what our government’s created
With false information and all rhetoric
That’s antiquated and outdated
Their lofty goals, revealed, exposed
Placating their ideals, for the voters polls
And as their power grows
Their true intention shows
Yet we sit silently complacent
Despite those that are opposed

He traveled to the mountains peak
Without a word
Without a peep
To meet his idol
Seek relief
A promise that he made to keep
The upward climb
The downward steep
A notch above
A giant leap
Never to except defeat
Or run away, fall back, retreat

There’s crickets in the garden
The young one’s sound asleep
He gathers by the fences
And watches the sheep leap
On the pillow clouds
With air beneath his feet
He’s able to fly
To the stars in the sky
And collect all the stars just to keep

You had my undying devotion
With just a simple little motion
Setting sail out into the sea
But, between all of the commotion
Sailing on the ocean
That’s when everything got swept up in the breeze
At first the wind was swirling
Which caught us by surprise
But all got calm and quiet
When I looked into your eyes
And that is where I found my peace
That is when I knew
If I could be anywhere on earth
I’d choose to be with you

He sauntered and he swaggered
His movements were in step
He swung the Jolly Roger
Around his head and neck
He’d been bitten hard with venom
It coursed throughout his veins
And just before it seized him up
He told me his true name:
Skip

Freedom isn’t free
But all we want is more
When all the world can see
Is just another casualty of war
Between methodical submissions
To our ideals placed on hold
We’re all zombies walking aimlessly
Doing what we’re told
But I can sense the future
Past the horizon up ahead
No longer am I filled with hope
No, instead I’m filled with lead
Working for the minimum
Hungry, trying to get fed

The moon, my favorite muse
That steady rock to climb
That stays firmly on my mind
The moon, though never overused
Stirs up feelings in me and you
On a lake in a canoe
That’s wear my heartbeat’s found
And causes it to pound
Like thunder on my palette

A multifarious of options
Evaluating each
Climbing up the ladder
To goals I haven’t reached
Be it only superficially
A smile I shall don
Until the day I meet the peak
Of the course that I’m now on

‪Day rays and sunbeams‬
‪Passing through the sky‬
‪One must stand in wonder‬
‪And ask the question “why?”‬
‪The light creeps past the shadows‬
‪In psychedelic waves‬
‪A medley of fantasies‬
‪From that in which it came
‪No darkness is acceptable ‬
‪Conceding loss of light‬
‪Until Mother Nature casts her spell
‪Into the perils of the night‬

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

Gone in a second
Gone in a flash
Through introspection
I took off in a dash
I’ve relinquished my freedom
I found out the truth
Lies had been told to me
Since way back in my youth
But now I am older
Now I’ve come to terms
With the system we live in
And the world as it turns

Slightly shaded under sunny skies
My skin grows tan
My throat runs dry
There’s whispers of winter
There’s proof in my eyes
The seasons, they change
But the sun always shines
Peaceful, serine
No tales or white lies
Today is one of the finest days
Since I’ve been alive

Black and white
And neon lights
Vivid colors
Stars and stripes
Brighter days
And dim lit nights
Undiscovered
Or in plain sight
To be revealed
When the moments right

He was tempted and bold
He couldn’t wait much longer
Weary and cold
Warmed by internal fires
Spread throughout his aging body
Extinguished by the chosen few
Who could get close enough to touch the flames
With nothing more to do
Then to cover up the pain

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?

Atomic and cosmic
I orbit into space
Having never seen before
Such a pretty face
Elegant, yet casual
Personified by grace
I mustn’t let this occasion
Go to any waste
Fair skinned and beautiful
Imperfections, not a trace
Her flowing hair and emerald eyes
Help to justify the chase

Children hanging, twirling, swinging
Off the jungle gym
Can’t see a reason not to
Get to it on a whim
Children jumping, laughing, singing
Outdoors in the sun
Enjoying healthy living
Smiling, having fun

My idols differed as I grew up
They changed from time to time
Now these days, I have just one
Which should come as no surprise
My dear old dad
He reigns supreme
The one I look up to
My friend, the one
With me, his son
My admiration grew

He’s a man without a shadow
His portrait looks intense
You can tell that he means business
By the way he’s dressed
Whether dark, or whether light
Whether grey, or black and white
He’s keyed in on what’s in his line of sight
Clear as day
Dark as night