The government rarely solves a problem across the board,
usually, robs Peter to pay Paul and all of his hoard,
solutions for one are problems for others,
some feelings are hurt, creativity smothered.

Over and over, freedoms are taken,
can't say that here, safe spaces they're making,
appropriated cultures cause some folks to cry,
media manipulations for control in disguise.

There just is no stop to government growth,
they don't even pretend to uphold their oath,
royalty created where none was to be,
and they look down their noses at you and at me.

Promise us things they just can't complete,
dumb down our knowledge so we cannot compete,
simply print money, so it has no worth,
Julian Assange their secrets unearthed.

But we do nothing, just follow the herd,
lemmings to slaughter, they gave us their word,
to make it better, but for them not us,
completed their task with minimal fuss.

So just get ready, there is always more,
regulations aplenty to make us poor,
to take what we make for the greater good,
till we uprise and I wish we would.

I look upon the sky, after the funeral, just gray
the birds sing, but I simply hear the hum of white noise
laughing children cannot bring a smile
a lead balloon cannot float

Pins and needles, pain and then again, none
tears cried and dried, there are no more
feelings faltered, until just fade to black
emotions spent like last weeks check

Alone, but there is no sensation
I remain but I am just a shell
an empty cardboard box of my former self
heart is burning, yet I feel nothing


two combined poems from a group writing

Her secrets contained,
within my mind,
memories unwrapped,
like birthday gifts
to be revisited,
like tchotchkes on the shelf,
wrapped by Victoria but it was not her name.

Lock and load,
ready to explode,
racking back my slide,
trigger finger ready to glide.

Shadow government brainwashing schools,
don't want to lead, they want to rule,
keeping us down like the slaves we are,
its seems like we just aren't on par.

They keep us down in the pen,
we the sheeple till the end,
time for some one to step and shepherd,
grow some teeth like a leopard.

Build a rebellion, they cannot put down,
time to get rid of these clowns,
but total power corrupts absolutely,
we need some one to rule astutely.

Rise above the cash and clowns,
take care of cities and the towns,
don't forget the small municipalities,
get the big picture, I mean totality.

Take the sheeple,
back to people,
Constitution and the pursuit of liberty,
not just for them, but for you and me.

Do you ever think,
about a wink,
or a *****,
in your armor?

Do you ever go,
with the flow,
so you'll glow,
so much brighter?

Have you ever been on a cruise,
had a black and blue bruise,
or taken an arm in arm snooze,
with your beautiful lover?

My eyes are open, blink,
as I think on a kink,
about something pink,
that I'm needing?

Picture taking memories,
under vibrant green trees,
but the brown falling leaves,
tell us that seasons change.

Have you ever roamed,
in underground catacombs,
built with skulls and stones,
by the ancients hands?

The face of the company,
pleasant and smiling,
conducts like a symphony,
answering and dialing.

Better living through chemistry,
hiding in the sophistry.
drowning in the alcohol,
but my heart remains enthralled.

Cumin and Chile scent the scene,
the encounter was quite mean,
knives and tools spread around,
you should have heard the slicing sounds.

Piles of orange and white offal lay,
like pathology samples on the tray,
now crooked grins and odd shaped eyes,
stare from the darkness, quite surprised.

There's a beep and a rush,
just be careful don't get crushed,
everyone reaches on to the pan,
we are all toasted pumpkin seed fans.

procrastination
should be my theme song it seems
deadlines work better

What ifs, maybes, and what could be,
rarely let you actually see,
what is waiting around the bend,
pleasure, pain or  a sudden end.

Speculation can paralyze,
freeze your body, but move your eyes,
staring back and forth, down and up,
anxiety and fear, on your soul will sup.

Worked into a frothy panic,
can turn downward or end up manic,
lost in a fog of possibilities,
with no map, just a forest of trees.

Each leaf and limb a choice to make,
which ones to leave, which ones to break,
with each choice, lies consequence,
so decide, use uncommon sense.

Made decisions now on the other side,
you come upon another divide,
how to cross what if I fall,
a steady stream of answering the call.

The first love
fits like a glove
but rarely lasts
precious memories
of the past

Splinters of beating flesh
lay upon the floor
hoping to re-mesh
and then to search some more

Cleansing tears
at bedtime
wash away the ills
encountered in the day

Flash-blinded
eyes closed
as the thunder rolls
and new love is found

A swirling vortex
peripheral fuzz and buzz
electrical sparks fly

The sleep of the post-******
is sporadic and episodal
enjoy It while you can

Chasing butterflies at bed time
me and my lover
as the fan whirrs
and we fall asleep

Lost in a forest of purple trees,
buzzing around, green man sized bees,
stingers so long they wield them swords,
one just stabbed me, oh my Lord.

Swirling thoughts as poison takes hold,
darkness looming, pain untold,
blacking out for an unknown time,
waking, naked covered in slime.

No arms, no legs and hooked to tubes,
small gray creatures skin is smooth,
they have no mouths nor no eyes,
in my mind, I hear their lies.

Hums and clicks and pops surround
mechanical devices all around,
needles drive into my eyes,
screams of pain but all inside.

Mouth stitched shut no sound comes out,
although in agony I cannot shout
at my limit, I pass out cold,
as I wake up I feel old.

Safe at home in my bed,
all must have been in my head,
I lift the sheets and go to stand
I have robot legs and hands.

Screaming now I try to run,
out the window that's not the sun,
insanity looms inside my brain,
suddenly I'm filled with shooting pain.

Days later, but the clock says hours,
I get up and hit the shower,
feeling great and spirits free,
but what's this scar on my knee?

See green of pine and white of snow,
lets the city's gray blues go,
clean air is cathartic, breathe in deep,
let's take a walk down to lovers leap.

Holding hands on the trail,
only the feeling of joy prevails,
through the woods, we rejoice,
listening to the mountain's voice.

From somwhere outside my bubble,
the mindless quacking of a mallard
has infiltrated my thoughts and ideas,
confusing and annoying.

The sun, blinding at it's zenith,
now fades into a vermilion pool,
mercurial silver water transformed,
photovoltaic cells failing in loss of light.

I too begin to fade, diminishing energy,
consumption of power during the day,
draining batteries, my thought light dimming,
the sun, passes the horizon, and darkness envelopes.

Unscrewing my light bulb and setting aside,
preparing for a rest. and shedding thoughts,
much like the fall trees losing leaves one at a time,
I close my eyes and dream, of a duck and a lake

Whoosh of smoke filled wind,
like running through gray gauze.
She sprints towards her home,
now engulfed in crackling flames

While I can see,
cannot quite make out,
the lurking shadows.
My thoughts are opaque,
a haze of time, clouds,
unable to be cleaned.

With my words upon the page,
I can fill you up with rage,
or I can make you see the dance,
of the redhead ******* stage.

Transport you to foreign lands,
or at the game up in the stands,
float you on the ocean's waves,
your imagination at my command.

I can take you to the moon,
or have you humming a catchy tune,
give you visions of naked flesh,
bikini girls and beach sand dunes.

You are caught on my pen tip,
watching the ink on to paper slip,
waiting for every next word,
to take you on a mental trip.

Climbing red bricks,
to beige trimmed eaves,
over and on to,
a grey corrugated roof.

Now staring out wide,
the bits and pieces of green,
stuck in the drab browns,
of the desert sands.

Silicate sparkles flash,
as the sun sets pink and blue,
a moving ***** toad catches the eye,
he stops atop a red ant bed for dinner.

Black chickens climb the ramp,
into the cozy maroon coop,
as black and white goats,
settle into their green hut.

Blackness falls finally,
after the last gasp of the sun,
the peppery darkness,
salted by silver stars twinkling.

Luna emerges from the horizon,
painted a deep blood orange,
that slowly fades to gray,
as she rises over time.

Gray, white, black,
ridges and valleys,
swirls, holes, and protrusions,
fallen oak tree bark.

From deep creek bottom shadows,
into bright sun lit grass, verdant,
Angus cows graze towards the pond,
rusted barbed wire between us.

On the pasture's edge,
leafless mesquite tree,
Old and looming,
green from the mistletoe it feeds.

Marking the road in the distance,
orange t-posts evenly spaced,
disappearing over the rise,
as it heads towards town.

Gravel and white dust mark,
the passage of a blue truck,
loaded with red feed sacks,
a cow bellows from out of sight.

Movement catches my eye,
a streak of brown and white,
leaps over two fences,
and the road, and emerges into the pasture.

Whitetail deer first one, then many,
appear in the pasture,
grazing in winter rye grass,
the cows left behind.

From whence do you hail?
how quickly did you set sail?
or did you ever leave at all?
maybe didn't have the gall?

If you left, did you look back?
or did you set off down the track?
did you leave somebody there?
do they know that you still care?

Have you returned to get away?
perhaps you went home to stay?
if so, did you enjoy the ride?
now you walk old streets with pride?

Are holiday travels your limit?
only there for quick visits?
do you continue on your stride?
from old friends, do you hide?

The answers define who you are,
whether you travelled near or far.
Experiences, life and decisions made,
whichever, all your options weighed

crystalizing thoughts in the minds cloud
the muse casts the seeds and forms drops
the words fall like rain onto the page

When friends become more,
In such a short time,
Not quite like blood,
But partners in crime.

Weekday dinners eaten,
Weekends binged away,
Hunting and fishing,
What more can I say.

Concerts and road trips,
In all seasons and weather
At Walmart causing a scene
Like birds of a feather.

Watching kids grow
Parenting all three
FFA and YHEC
Pie auctions and shooting.

Fourth of July's
At Cedar Creek Lake
you're moving away,
makes our heart ache.

When throws us curves,
We must take a swing,
We wish you good luck,
Success in everyrhing.

So give one more whooooo,
Just like Rick Flair,
raise up your glasses,
Into the air.

Just one last toast,
But we won't say good bye,
Just see you down the road,
With a tear in our eye.

So much angst,
suicidal thoughts,
cutting to feel,
the soul never to heal.

Pills popped,
drowning in *****,
the needle explored,
veins have been gored.

Scarred to the bone,
with no hope at all,
gray skies abound,
no musical sounds.

Ominous fog,
covers the land,
acid rain from the sky,
dissolving the butterfly.

Depression depths,
their birth unwanted,
questioning whether God is about,
top of lungs in a shout!

Lost in themselves,
a hole in their hearts,
found in shadowed pasts,
will it always last?

Wingbeats from overhead,
as two arrive into the orchard,
the wind blasted last night
and they understand the result.

The random caws, attract others,
presently a scene from Hitchcock re-enacted,
the invading hoard spreads out
growing and moving by squad.

Paper shells and native nuts,
plundered and pillaged,
the ****** rifles through
the leaves in search of sustenance.

Like a mortar volley fired
into the army's midst,
a slamming front door
sends a raucous cloud of black into the sky!!

If perception is reality
then who am I to opine
as each persons is different
even yours and mine

Though we are in love
and our essences sometime mingle
our thoughts are ours alone
our minds are always single

Perception can be changed
over time and through influence
sharing thoughts and opinions
our minds touch at the confluence

Streaming essences from the soul
burn hot at times and others cold
their ideas are not ours to mold
but to the devil its sometimes sold

What is us and what is we
most of the time it is for others to see
you are my glue that keeps me in check
I am your hilarity, you say what the heck

Though we are silos
in the self and of the mind
my perception and your essence
do well together and combined

Fur and fang,
brother's intertwined,
lycanthrope and upior,
mythology undermined.

Meat and blood nourish,
incomplete feedings,
creating offspring,
without breeding.

Under cover of night,
moon shadows walking,
seeking prey,
slinking and stalking.

Evil, perhaps
but it lives in all,
perhaps we are,
if we heed it's call.

Be Prepared not Scared
40 tucked in the back of my pants,
out in the street, people scurry like ants,
concealed carry license, two extra clips,
Swiss army knife, to slice or snip.

Boy scouts always say be ready,
every day carry, yeah mine is steady,
never leave the house  without being prepared,
it's about having a plan, not being scared.

Say you're at the mall one fine day,
suddenly thugs come out to play,
or you're at the shop, here come the looters,
or you come across an active shooter.

Do you want to cower down and die,
or protect yourself and others, rack the slide,
you've practiced but  it's hard to take a life,
but that dude is aiming at your wife.

He just shot your neighbor's kid,
so you pull your gun, shoot and glad you did,
double tap center mass, he goes down,
911 from your phone, the sirens sound.

Apply pressure to the wound of the kid,
she'd a few tears for what you witnessed and did,
but it could've been worse, just one fatality,
mentally unstable man with scrambled reality.

The point of this story is not to be a hero,
but to be ready to do more than zero,
planning and practice goes a long way,
sometimes it might even save the day.

A cloud wrapped mountain
Looms large in the distance
The forest, emerald green
From the recent rains

A powder blue sky
Shows amongst the clouds
A flock of white wing dove
Pace the truck for a mile

The last bit of summer
Hangs in the air
But the nights tell
A story of changing seasons

The nighttime's chill
Will begin to seep
Into the day
And chap lips and faces

Soon the mountain
Will be blanketed in snow
Sparkling white
Against the evergreens

Longing and envy,
I covet in vain,
dreams and fantasies,
drive me insane.

The things we may have,
are never as sweet,
we long for forbidden,
to have as our treat.

A bare breast
Peeks from the covers
That have fallen
Pert in the cold
As the fan blows
And I watch
Fascinated
At her breathing
And her body
As she sleeps

From the Oak cask pours the golden remedy,
filling a snifter and like a crystal ball diviner,
the future of this cold evening is evident,
frost flowers already forming out my window.

With the first sip, and the delicious burn
the muscles relax just a bit, and a sigh escapes,
the week's demon releases his grip a bit,
I shall banish him in the hours to come.

Sweet Melody emerges from the bedroom,
she moves like her namesake,
music in motion incarnate,
as she walks by, I steal a kiss and a smile.

The fire crackles and pops across the room,
raging flames there and deep within my core,
she says pour another drink and join me,
as she burrows into blankets in front of the pyre.

Roosters and swampy leaches,
always attacking the Georgia peaches,
darkened chasms oozing stench,
trying to control the velvet trench.

Leering eyes stare out at mountains,
saliva drools, like Trevi fountain,
imaginations in overdrive,
thinking about creating lives.

In the sty, squealing lies,
as the fairer fire fries,
in the grease, they exuded,
and the things, which they alluded.

I'm not from Compton,
the trailer park, or the hood,
just livin' my life,
doing what I should.

I like to hunt,
I love to fish,
at night watch the stars,
sometimes I wish.

I have a boat,
it has no name,
happily married,
running no game.

The radio plays,
the windows are down,
I sing out loud,
I don't care who's around.

I'm from Texas
love the woods and the coast,
hell even out west,
the desert with the wires and posts.

Tumbleweeds rolling
near and far,
let's take a ride,
get in the car.

From the city to the country,
from the sand to the trees,
living my life,
happy and free.

Cooler is chiming with Corona bottles,
as I pull back on the speeding boat's throttle.
sliding up on to the white beach sand,
the party will be here, on this island.

Everything's unloaded, and BBQ's lit,
pork **** and pineapple, spin on the spit,
seasoned achiote paste, garlic, and lime,
corn tortillas will be warm, and just in time.

Generator running, as the blender spins,
margaritas slushy, icy liquid sin.
limes are ready, cut and in a bowl,
looks like we are about ready to roll.

Beach volleyball set, net up and marked,
other boats arriving, anchored or parked.
the smell of sunscreen, coconut flavored,
tropical breeze is something to savor.

Bob Marley sings out the "Three Little Birds",
from out of the speakers, I mouth the words.
bikini clad women dance on the beach,
all of the world's problems seem out of reach.

Green water and white foam as I look out,
jet skis go by with a rooster tail spout.
the sky is blue, with a few fluffy clouds,
the sun, a golden ball, shining down proud.

A football is tossed, by guys covered with sweat
some girls at the bar, with their t-shirts wet.
whooping and hollering, the party heats up.
I just keep on, filling up their cups.

On the shores of farm ponds,
and at the edges of lakes,
this is where my memory,
frequently does it take,

Fishing rod in hand,
I walk behind my dad,
casting out for bass,
none of this is sad.

Prowling through the mud,
throwing rocks and catching fish,
if only I could go back here,
sometimes do I wish.

So instead I grab the phone,
and give my dad a call,
tell him dates of the fishing trip,
we take together every fall.

silvered mercury drops,
flow into storm drains,
like my feelings for her,
just not worth the strain.

cityscape reflections,
neon strobing lights,
robbed of my affection,
mugged in the night.

dark alleys traveled,
ghetto emotions,
liquor store bottle,
erasing potions,

awakened near a dumpster,
somewhere far from home,
will I get back,
or forever will I roam?

The hum of insects,
tall weeds blow in the breeze,
mesquite leaves sway in time,
as I chalk the edges of my call.

Put, put, put, put,
the turkey call sings,
wait for a beat,
gobble gobble gobble.

Big tom turkey replies,
he is not far,
as I pull on my camo mask and gloves,
and become one with the tree I lean on.

12 gauge is loaded and ready,
I hit the call again, put, put, purr,
he responds again closer,
ah, there he is at the edge of the field.

Purple thistle blooms and blue bonnets,
dot the field he must cross,
tom turkey dances full strut,
as I hit the call again.

Brown feathers with iridescent accents,
fully extended tail fan peacock style,
as he approaches my hen decoy,
hit the call gobble and bang.

Turkey dinner has been harvested,
and nature has been communed with,
thanks nature for the bounty and the beauty,
and the meal in the making.

Stand as you will
with my sly smile
and deft touch
I will melt your heart

A love on the rocks
Finally ends
Maybe then
The heart can mend

All I need is beer and family,  
when we get together its complete insanity,
I look around and there's not much vanity,
sometimes though its complete calamity.

Aurora borealis lights,
cast ocean waves upon the night,
upon the cresting waves, I sail,
undulating without fail.

Perseids shoot like comet trails,
so beautiful I must inhale,
grasp the destruction in the atmosphere,
suddenly my thoughts are clear.

Upon the wind
I will ride,
my sails I'll tend,
against the changing tide.

I'll never break,
though I may bend,
this claim I'll stake,
until the end.

This fight I'll fight,
though I will lose,
with all my might,
I'll find the clues.

The ones that teach
how to truly be,
within our reach,
we can be happy.

Tumeric and cayenne spice,
early morning skies,
the blue that I can see,
reminds me of Cozumel.

Sizzling and popping,
peppered bacon dances,
In the skillet,
adding aroma and music.

A drum beat of perking coffee,
joins the sounds and smells,
a rooster crows in the back yard,
as I crack brown astrolarp eggs.

Golden yolks suddenly match the sun,
the sky, now just blue with a single cloud,
I scramble and reach in the cabinet,
for pinches of cayenne and tumeric.

The Information has been posted
on, paper, sign or online hosted
open your eyes and read
sometimes it plants a seed

Of knowledge that you need to know
so you can plant it and let it grow
into a question or a decision
so you can choose and with precision

Open your eyes and you will see
information for you and me
keep your head up and pay attention
read the print and do as bidden

Signs, signs, signs everywhere
read them and show you care
about the time it took to make them
and the information that it’s conveying

Documents or Directions or Instructions on paper
read to the bottom, or you’ll wish so later
or maybe it’s on a screen in digital ink
pay attention or you will sink

Into a pit full of frustration
or suffer from a fit of consternation
read it carefully line by line
or suffer the consequences of not reading the sign.

Cirrhotic mikado clouds do swirl,
the sun beats down as the smoke it curls,
if Xanadu is near, I have been fooled,
as my hope continues to cool.

Lost in the evening looking over wrath,
the earth continues its chosen path,
as do we toward destruction,
brought about by rampant construction.

DNA mixed and made the billions,
but so did the dino-reptilians,
we think we are masters of our time,
but we simply cling like the frosted rime.

As seasons change we melt away,
it is not our fault, it is just the way,
as it never stops and ever expands,
time and the universe random plan.

Trapped in my asylum,
locked are all the doors,
my mood bounces up and down,
off the walls and on the floor.

From depths of hell,
to manic's peak,
away from this,
away I seek.

The ball of rubber
in a concrete pit,
perpetual ricochet,
I guess this is it.

Frowns and smiles,
and frowns again,
like changing masks,
the shape I'm in.

shining sun at noon
reddening skin, soon to bronze
cool soothing aloe vera

multicolored kites
fly through white clouds and blue skies
a shining smile is born

red and green beachballs
blow about in tidal winds
all children giggle

lost inside a vision,
trapped inside a touch,
crushed red velvet dreams,
white fleece trim is just too much.

overloaded sensations,
softness on my skin,
this naughty little elf,
has aroused my sin.

hats cotton ball tassel,
dragged all over me,
has me excited,
I think that she can see.

her fingers roam around,
my undecorated tree,
silky soft touches,
almost set me free.

her gifts are all wrapped up,
but I'm about to see to that,
throw her to the bed,
and put on her red hat.

pulling on a string,
the robe opens wide,
a gorgeous Christmas dream,
had been trapped inside.

I feast on her cookies,
and drink up all her milk,
and give her a present ...
deep inside her silk!

wake up Christmas morning,
bodies tangled in red fleece,
her hat still on my head,
she asks for another present, please.

Guilty pleasures
some to treasure
but if it is not returned
then both parties
feel sometimes burned

Blood drips from thorns
the beautiful rose bloom
is sometimes the most painful

The piranha swirl on the first blood drop
like a switch turned on that cannot stop
bezerkers with blood lust on attack
once it starts hard to take back

Pain it shapes us
it can be seen
destroying our hopes and dreams
holes ripped into our hearts
then the bleeding really starts
the dripping red of our life blood
puddles up in a flowing flood
it leaves a trail far and near
much like the tracks of falling tears

So death in silence
no bell to toll
now I go on a lonely stroll
exploring purgatory I go
following a rivers flow
the scythe of the reaper
cuts with finality much deeper

Frozen tears that never fall
fill the heart and clog the hall
emotions stuck deep inside
of the wounded, they keep the stride
the time has run out, there is no more
everybody heads towards the door

The past once done is set in stone

Lightnings flash and thunders teeth gnash
Rain stains my windows with mud
Wind rages as the hail stages
Icy stones, thrown from the sky
Trees creak and the roof leaks
Blue sky appears, end of fears