Poetry in motion
Plucked out of thin air
A waterfall of passion
Without worry or a care
A healthy liberation
As free as one can be
Floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee
Diamonds barely sparkle
Their radiance surpassed
So is it any wonder
That you’re equal to the task

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

Silhouetted fir trees
Under luminescent skies
Passing trough the jet stream
Captivating lives
Covering up this land mass
Brightening up the sky
Look up to see two shooting stars
Passing in the night

Gushing waters over rocks
The picture paints a scene
Of nature’s small oasis
With waterfalls and streams
Surrounded by deep forest
And trees of brown and green
Tucked away; secluded
Like a waking dream

I got artists hands
I got artists feet
I got no surrender
I got no retreat
Like Jack, I grew a beanstalk
Using magic seeds

Don’t stand in my way
I got some place to be
There’s no telling where I can go
Or who I can be
Or help me go where I want to go
If I only just believe

I spent time in the devils corner
But never once knew defeat
Looking back over my shoulder
For the ones who were chasing me
Now every time when I come around
They’re taking me more seriously
Because they know that I’m on fire
I combust spontaneously

So don’t stand in my way
I got some place to be
There’s no telling where I can go
Or who I can meet
To help me go where I want to go
If I only just believe

Took out the devils daughter
I asked her to marry me
Devil said “I’m going to get my gun
They’ll find you dead mysteriously”
Took her across the border
Chasing after both our dreams
Now this might sound a little peculiar
But nothing is as it seems

So don’t stand our way
We got some place to be
There’s no telling where we can go
Or who we can be
Or help us go where we want to go
If we only just believe

Had a baby with the devils daughter
Named her Angeline
Had her christened in holy water
Took up a new philosophy
Raised my hands up to the clouds
Screamed out victoriously
Said “I’m an artist from down below
Is there someone there that I can speak?”
God looked me in the eye
Said, “Son, you’re a freak!”

“I wouldn’t stand in your way
You’ve  got some place to be
There’s no telling what you can do
Or who you can be
Tell me where you want to go
But I recommend you come sit next to me”

Woke up the next morning
Back in New Orleans
And the girl sleeping in my bed
Was the ugliest thing I’d ever seen
And that’s when I said to myself
“That’s the last time I ever drink!”
It was all just a dream.

Blossoming under sun ray beams
Soaking in the rain
Nature runs its course as if
It has something more to gain

Picking up the pieces
After the struggle and the pain
For the wilted and the wilting blooms
Of the dark and dead remains

‪Her memories are fading‬
‪Her children are all grown‬
‪But they cannot be bothered‬
‪And the house is not a home‬
‪She wonders where the time has gone‬
‪And what still lies ahead‬
‪When just today she had trouble ‬
‪Getting out of bed‬
Her husband has been dead for years
She looked to him for all
She had everything invested
But had no crystal ball
She was helpless, scared, and lost
And she paid a heavy cost
Just in order to maintain some balance
She was alive, but dead inside
With nothing to decide
It’s been years since she last cried
It’s like she’s in a fog without a forecast of it clearing

Disintegration of my foundation  
Leads to thoughts and contemplation
Of the nation and it’s *******
Which just leads to more frustration
A puff of smoke; inhalation
Leads to more reiteration
Of lessons learned
And of our own creation
Destination to inevitable annihilation

Abundance and prosperity
Comforts built by smiles
Religion and conformity
Living in denial
Wears a mask of happiness
Shakes your hand in jest
Has a million new ideas
For you to invest
When you fail to see
The evil powers that be
They crack open your dome
Hid safe inside your home
And leave you there to die
Like garbage tossed aside
So be careful where you step
Speak your mind in depth
Speak clearly for the world to hear
No longer secrets kept
Now the world’s abuzz
We do what we must
To represent the working class
Predicated on their trust
Rising up to meet the snake
No need to make a fuss
But I stand; no longer sit
Through the grime and grit
Hands filthy even when washed
Shiny clean with spit
With terror in their eyes
Forces mobilized
Form a wall of blatant lies
And build it to the sky
Dare to make a scene
Working for the dream
They feed you on the television
Yet they know you sight unseen
Disregard the law?
They’ll be at your door
To lock you in a cage
Filling you with rage
The key got thrown away
That look upon your face
Tells of self defeat
And that the system can’t be beat

There are no sins in love
Only raindrops from the heavens above
They’re like teardrops trickling down from my eyes
In the changing of blue to gray skies
And despite the bad weather
We’re two birds of a feather
With a love that just won’t be denied

You’re prone to laughter, causing grief
A joker and a common thief
Stealing hearts from trusting men
A confidant and a long time friend
Just to throw it all away
I tried to run, but had to stay
I wondered more about what I would say
If a world of color, turned to gray

I looked over my shoulder
For what I left behind
A fallen angel from heaven
That fell from the sky
She fell down to warn me
To stand by my side
But my guardian angel
And the Earth did collide
She managed to whisper
To warn what’s ahead
But I have trouble repeating
The words that she said
So I continued my journey
I took off and I fled
Hopefully to wake up
From a dream in my bed

If home is where the heart is,
Then I am broken hearted
Home is where I long to be,
That’s where it all started
Home with trees and fences,
Family, and friends
Ever since I left; departed
My hearts been on the mend

I could not revive
The sycamore tree
Sickened by disease
A tree that stood a hundred years
An entire century
It had succumb to a virus
That made it lose its leaves
And now the naked sycamore tree
Shivers with the breeze

The shadow man
Is the man
Behind the saxophone
His cap is on
His cheeks are red
And hot ****, he’s in the zone!
Now shadow man
Has some fans
That came to watch the show
He plays with heart
He plays like art
And you know he plays with soul!

I write to rebel against silence
With words that are chosen by me
Putting my pen to the paper
I spill my proverbial beans
I tell all with no hesitation
My secrets are blood on my sleeve
If only to rage against violence
And live my whole life comfortably
But the times make it harder to do so
With all that I hear and I see
Thousands of innocent dying
By wars being waged overseas

Staring into the twilight
A yellowish orange glow
Resigned to the horizon
By entering below
My line of sight
My rhythm; flow
To wherever it decides to go
And if with patience
It does not show
Then flip the script
And take control

Driven till destruction
The facade falls away
All the bits and pieces
Among the wreckage and decay
Driven into extinction
Cut open and displayed
As an industrial work of art
Bare bones and remains
The tires have grown tired
The rubber dried and strained
Plastic all now broken
Scattered like my brains
Upholstery torn and tattered
No two quite the same
Steering wheel in place
Nothing much else changed
Unlike forgotten memories
In the sunshine and the rain
There in all its glory
Painted, pinned, and framed

Little children playing games
With innocence where it pertains
They don’t preconceive or discriminate
They only know how to appreciate
The love they have
The love they’re shown
So inquisitive of the unknown
Bless their hearts
Bless their souls
May the love they have only grow.

There are tales in mythology
Of horses adorned with wings
The true lords of the air took flight
Majestic were these steeds
Swift as a gale of wind
Unwearying of flight
The winged steeds sprung from Gorgon’s blood
Sweeping through the night
Their beauty was marveled by god’s
As well as man alike
Strong and brave were Pegasus
They feared not from a fight
In battle they would soar the sky
And reign down on their foes
Like the beast Chimaera
Or so the legend goes.

‪Put under a spell‬
‪The essence of a smell‬
‪That scented sweet aroma‬
‪You know I know too well‬
‪Whenever I’m around you‬
‪I instantly can tell‬
‪As your perfume consumes the room‬
‪In the home in which I dwell‬
‪Your fragrance so intoxicating‬
‪In love with you I fell‬

I aspire to new heights
From the level I’ve been at
Moving on to better things
To showcase my final act
To end my lifelong journey
Gaged by how I should react
Succumbing to, and guiding through
How I socially interact

I’ve written when I’m
angry.
When I was sad or I felt down
Rarely did I pick up a pen
When my life was running sound
When obstacles had been avoided
Or things had gone my way
When you didn’t hear me complaining
About my troubles every day
It’s a rare occurrence I’ve forgotten
It doesn’t happen all the time
When every sentence has an ending
And it fits in perfectly aligned
But today starts a new chapter
I’m happy and it shows
I have something to look forward to
And my confidence now grows
I see big things in my future
Something to start the flame
In a well set new environment
Where my aim is to reach for fame
Not to gloat or be braggadocious
But because my skill sets reached its peak
I’ve attained a whole new level
If maintained, one I can keep
And I can strive for greatness
Not stuck in remorse or self defeat
Because I’ve become a person that I’m proud of
Who I respect and hold in high esteem

Art is everywhere you look
Art is every living thing
The music in your ears
The songs that people sing
Art is in the buildings, the countryside, the hills
Art is filled with history
Art gives me the chills
Art is daring
Art is bold
Art is inspiration, waiting to explode
Art is paintbrush drawn with hand
Art is always in demand
Sold, if someone’s most impressed
Art is beauty, thoughts expressed

Naked, I’m here baring all
When I tripped, I never knew how far I’d fall
I tried to be evasive
But my captors were persuasive
I couldn’t know that they would have the gall
To pluck me for no reason
Now I have a lesion
Going up and down the back of my skull

So pleasing to the eye
Are the colors of the sky
Bouncing off the clouds
In an incandescent light
Bound to earn their worth
In heaven and on earth
Without even a question as to why
We accept it and move on
Before the clouds are gone
And the sun comes out again for its reply
Then settle under shade
With sips of lemonade
And wave up to the clouds to say goodbye

Crickets in the quiet night
Wishing on a star
I grow silent as the autumn air
Captured in a jar
On to a winters eve
As December rears it’s head
With snowfall within hands reach
Nothing more need be said

We drifted into the moment
Two passing ships gone by
Out into the great beyond
Under darkened skies
We drift into the horizon
Chasing after the sun
But it vanishes and is gone
Finished, complete, done

A guilty pleasure
His chance to peek
To see what secrets
Grown-ups keep
Threw the hole
He sits to see
But he mustn’t move
And he mustn’t speak
He knows that trouble
Would be in deep
And the lessons’ cost
Would not be cheap

His battle scars dug deeper still
Along the ridge and up the hill
He’d been up for days on end
He lost his will and lost close friends
He was last man standing
His body numb
He called for help
But there was none
So he sat
Awake and scared
He was lost inside
And unprepared
To walk the walk
To heal and mend
Those grueling days
The bitter end

The crowd stood still in awe
But what they failed to understand
Is that no rules or laws were broken
Just some slight of hand
A card trick or two
A disappearing act
Step aside folks
And enjoy the ride
As he pulls a rabbit from his hat

I inspire with my drive
My enthusiastic fight to stay alive
I impress with a set of skills unmatched
My experience runs deep
I’m the lion amongst sheep
With the ability to walk a different path

I stood up to meet you
But you turned me upside down
Whether you meant to or not
I’ve fallen to the ground
My equilibrium’s been shattered
And I’m quickly overturned
Ever since I laid eyes on you
It’s been considered lesson learned

I understand the rain
Its tears to ease its pain
In the form of droplets from the sky
When the clouds begin to cry
But with the sun brings hope
A vibrant glowing star
To warm and dry, those crying eyes
That make you who you are
I understand the rain
Too drab to entertain
And too lackluster of an appearance
To ever make a name
But it’s recognized on sight
Which contradicts my plight
To answer every call
When the rain begins to fall

She stared afar with distant eyes
Lonely, lost, and petrified
But with an inner strength, and a stubborn will
She’d swallow whole, the bitter pill
While facing the whole world
When to run, who to trust
Having faith in humanity
Does she assume way too much?

Bitten tongue
Blackened lung
Gas and hairy ears
This is what life has given me
To show for all my years
Upset stomach
Tear filled eyes
Little fibs
And small white lies
It should come as no surprise
This is no grand scheme that I devised

My hand in father’s hand  
As we stroll beneath the trees
Up and down the dirt path road
Amidst the evergreens
Which branch out near the bottom
Sharp and pointy at the top
Housing forest animals
Like Mother Nature’s prop
My fathers hand so strong
Grips hard and firm like steel
A kind and gentle man at heart
But his presence you can feel
We dip into the shadows
Until we disappear
Then resume our nature walk on foot
Strolling in the clear

The sun creeps over the horizon
Shines down on the sea
As if the sun were shy at first
Mixed in with curiosity
Yet, grows bolder with each moment
That goes passing by
Until finally, the sun is full in sight
Covering the sky

A fractal picture
Painted blue
Orange hues
And red paint too
Curvature sinfully
Arched
Triumphant
From the very start
Won me over
With a single glimpse
Sleek constructure
Like a lynx
Cat run wild
Free to roam
Treading in
The danger zone

Under the fog
In blades of grass
The bunny must decide
To continue on his current path
Or to hop and hide
Danger’s always lurking
Predators often thrive
He must do what he can
To continue to survive

‪Where sky and road do meet‬
‪And the fence along the street‬
‪The trees up in the distant shade‬
‪Hang on horizons peak‬
‪Clouds hovering overhead‬
‪Over land screaming to be fed‬
‪Dirt, and brush, and tumbleweeds ‬
‪Whispers for the dead‬
Quietly she speaks
To the ground beneath my feet
Loneliness and a subtle wind
Shy, yet perfectly discreet
That’s where I retreat
Throw up my hands and sing
To the sky, to the birds
To every living thing
I sing to my own beat
The same song on repeat
The words I do not know them all
But I do not show defeat

Off to stay at the bungalow
Come rain, or sleet, or snow
That’s the place we always go
When Summertime comes around
A Long tumultuous trip
To get there just passed dusk
With lakes and streams
And front porch swings
And metal turned to rust

I’m willing and able
I’m a little unstable
I stand on both table and chairs
It’s not for attention
Just a slow digression
And I need to go in for repairs
Maybe my medication
Is my consolation
At least I know somebody cares
But it’s my admission of truth
That I can vouch for as proof
To question what nobody dares

She was a hypothetical being
A figment of my dreams
A human roller coaster
With moves I’ve never seen
She’d always catch me staring
And giggle with her charm
And just as things got interesting
I’d wake to an alarm

Shy as a water lily
Hunched over and cowered
Nothing could prolong the wait
For this now budding flower
Bloomed to its potential
With its scent and its curves
Thriving, despite all
To blanket the earth

I’m enamored with the starlight
As a candles wick gets lit
Casting off tall shadows
On the walls near where I sit
As I gaze up at the stars
Not a one seems dim
Just a multitude of sparkling dots
That’s making the moon grin