Confused emotion,
these feelings inside of me,
enthralled by her lust.

Mesmerizing motions,
as hips sway,
ponytail potions,
as ribbons play.

A piece of mind,
gone astray,
watching her,
walk away.

She broke my heart,
in the McDonald's parking lot,
she got in her truck and left,
I was standing in shock and bereft

I looked up and across the street,
looks like I was in for a treat,
Fat Dog's store for beer and liquor,
I needed something, a quick heart fixer.

Bottle of Jack to dry the tears,
it works faster than a beer,
Maybe I should feed the pain,
so I walked back across main.

I need a cheeseburger and a shot of Jack,
so I take a swig and eat a Big Mac,
I'll forget her with this grease,
my hearts just not in one piece.

Maybe I should have ordered double of both.

Billowing smoke,
creeps across the ceiling,
like frosting whipped and spread.

Gray-blue particles drift,
into volcanic snow drifts,
skin, stained in pattern.

Pixelated camouflage imprinted,
subcutaneous chromatophores injected,
chameleonic components supplied.

Skin *****, webbing,
triggered at a notion,
finger and toes transmogrified.

Nictitating membranes grown,
intrinsic goggles unfurl,
rods and cons added, eyesight enhanced.

Human, yet not exactly,
enhanced for performance,
evolution forced.

Unraveling at the seams,
sliced apart by unseen beams,
burned into a viscous smoke,
I blow away with each wind stroke.

Evaporating thoughts and dreams,
floating away like clouds of steam,
soon I will cease to care,
it will be as if I was never there.

Like a cloud, whose storm blew away,
I will not be allowed to stay,
a desert mirage you can no longer see,
soon I simply will not be.

Nasal breathing from the herd,
the splashes of tails and hooves.
Yaw, and get along,
the slap of a rope on a leg.
Cattle and river's smell fills the nose.

Upon the reservation
Alcohol flows
A once great people
Hold on
In ruins

Tissues and Xanax,
Oxy and pain,
drying the tears,
zombify my brain.

Amber liquid in my cup,
it soothes and numbs,
sands the rough edges,
the drugs miss.

Feelings blotted out,
like a solar eclipse,
just the outer limits showing,
and they are blinding.

Burning retinas,
manic depressive,
the highs and lows,
attempted to level.

A fight I continue,
the struggle is real,
hopeful at times,
is it possible to heal?

Serenity is where you find it
a bit of happiness nourished
wherever it may be
a cup of coffee
the brush of a hand
the smile of a friend
a hug and kiss of a lover
a dog's wagging tail
the flap of a taught sail
a pull on a fishing line
a glass of good red wine
Serenity is where you find it

Some say it springs eternal,
but to me it feels infernal,
glowing embers smoldering,
but no help to the weight I'm shouldering.

A generation raised,
only being praised,
never having to succeed,
just being handed gold trophies.

Participation ribbons,
despite the effort given,
no winner and no loser dealings,
because we might hurt their feelings.

Afraid of ideas and of words,
triggers, micro aggressions are absurd,
in need of a safe space,
think life is candy and lace.

No work ethic has been instilled,
expects the government to deal,
out the stuff they deserve,
the Constitution unpreserved.

Thin skinned crybabies now in charge,
destruction of the world at large,
everything, given on their plate,
we have created a nanny state.

Heads bobbing,
to music loud,
vape smoke hangs,
above the crowd.

The main stage rocks,
loud country songs,
the concert is great,
but never lasts long.

Girls on shoulders,
letting bras fly,
singer covers,
Wheel in the Sky.

An original song,
sad and sincere,
followed by one,
about drinking beer.

Melody of emotions,
ups and downs,
the speakers pump,
out the sounds.

A final cover,
everyone knows,
the crowd sings,
to close the show.

The softest and lightest words
spoken from the heart
carry the most weight

Wasted words
on paper or screen
some with meaning
others simply empty
should have been saved
for another time

Fear
reflected in words
thrown at others
mirroring
our pain

A poets words
worth more posthumously
which is sad
I have lots of words
and worth every penny

Fear, horror, all trapped in words on the page,
thankfully the monster is stuck there
and not free to roam with rage

Words trapped
stopping the heart
as the pen is prevented
from spilling emotion
resulting in death.

the barista grins
writes boss on the cup
a cure for running late

Blue-green waterfalling dreams,
each rivulet a cascading stream,
consciousness loose like swarming flies,
all behind rapid moving eyes.

Psychedelic colored worlds
are revealed as night unfurls
thrown headlong into situations
all created by sleep imagination.

Traveling in unknown crafts
with gray men, who know new maths,
large black eyes stare unblinking,
but they know what I'm thinking.

Suddenly on a river, paddling,
yellow raft I am straddling,
heading toward a roaring sound,
and water falling to the ground.

Over the precipice, I begin to fall
screaming out for help I call,
with a jolt, I wake in bed,
dreams and nightmares in my head.

Walking across bridges
creaking wooden planks,
suspension cabled steel,
or pedestaled concrete.

The sounds of waves crashing,
or the trickle of a mountain stream,
the roaring of a raging river,
or whistling wind down a hollow.

Jaw dropping heights
over muddy creek valleys,
or drainage ditches in the city,
simply paths to new places.

Decisions made,
changing locales,
the match is lit,
but never burn the bridge.

Treasures hidden in plain sight,
covered by the daily layers,
can be seen from above and below,
given the right angles and conditions.

Intrigue piqued,
as the search continues,
watching and shifting,
moments and opportunities.

While remaining untouchable,
except in rare occasions,
occasionally everything lines up,
leaving you a vision burned into memory.

But once seen,
you long to see again,
through the layers,
the game continues.

Towering above Alexandria in ancient history,
lighting the way for ships at sea,
three interlocking platforms,
climbing toward the sky

Square, octagonal, and circular
sections made of huge stones
an architectural masterpiece
Ptolemy's tribute to warriors

Raging fire in limestone furnace
glowing, flickering, smoking
showing travelers the way
shining on high in the night

Fallen over time
earthquakes take their toll
no longer visible, submerged
beneath the waves

One of Antipater's seven wonders
now gone the way of the Colossus,
the Mausoleum, the Hanging Gardens,
Zeus's Statue, Artemis's Temple,
only The great Pyramid remains

Deep in the snow drifts,
empty shells,
the impression of the maker,
lost in the weather,
the blizzard of life,

I worship through the snow
and upon the ice,
meals without a pinch of spice.

Seals and whales and maybe bear,
are what provide my fare,
blubber, food, and oil,
it is for what I hunt and toil.

Sustenance and clothing derived
from these things I survive,
when the sun refuses to shine,
in my igloo, I recline.

Blocks of snow insulate,
keep us from a frozen fate,
a bit of meat on my plate,
rubbing noses with my mate.

With glint of scale
and gleam of eye,
the dragon riders
take to the sky.

Armor black
and swords of steel,
we give no slack,
will make them kneel.

A few months we have let them be,
a new village built beside the sea,
master wants us to move them north,
dark mountains near his magics source.

From behind the clouds
and lit by the moon,
with whipping shrouds,
we dive down to this tune.

Commanding fire we build a cage,
villagers once again enraged,
their archers fire into the night,
we've had no casualties but some day might.

With whipping of my dragons tail,
I tear away all their ships sails,
they will go where I say,
or to masters wrath must I pay.

we've sent them running, all the clans,
I've not been told the master plan,
some day soon at the mountains base,
we shall see what will take place.

I whistle and dragons soar,
once again to our roosts door,
to see our women and drink beer,
and later on hold them near.

Darkness and agony surrounds,
in my ears the blood beats and pounds.

Pressured existence and tears,
Climbing a mountain filled with fears.

From me spews a pain fountain,
I am a disharmony spouted.

I prefer societal mutiny,
as governments are full of villainy.

They want to place me in camp internments,
I simply want to slip away, in adjournment.

The warp and weave of cloth
surrounding the curve of *******,
bright colors enhance a raised peak
as cold water creates goosebumps.

Imagination takes me to fantasies of
exhalations grazing creamy *******
exciting silken buds to bloom,
begging the promised warmth.

But so many to choose from
as a bevy of buxom beauties
roam the chilly surf
******* clad in tropical decor.

Forcing summer into spring
as coeds infiltrate lakes
and other beach areas
seeking freedom and wildness.

Splashing and splishing,
bouncing taught bodies,
epic eye candy and colors
cause naughty ideas.

The view sends testosterone rising
while the temperature keeps it
in check and on the verge of blue
wading and enjoying the view.

Why isn't tomorrow today?
I would really like to play!
Goodbye, I'm not going to stay!
So enjoy the rest of your day.

silhouetted sunlight
speaks to me
grasshopper second hand

an unattainable wish,
it is against human nature,
the sadness of it all.

The dripping sounds of water,
the floral smell of shampoo,
dissipating steam,
as I open the door.

Red hair pulled up in a high pony tail,
revealing a tanned and freckled neck,
a bit of back and a smooth pair of shoulders
the towel wrapped around her, damp and blue.

Whispy baby hairs blow randomly,
as I softly blow on them.
a full body shiver shakes her body.
I watch her watch me in the mirror.

With lips that barely touch skin,
I begin to travel around her neck,
to the extremes of both shoulders,
and down her spine that I can see.

Stippled skin rises in response,
reflected blue eyes, begin to show flames
as she reaches for the overlapping towel,
and lets it drop to the floor.

I spraypaint the stars across the sky,
I paint the night with black,
I send goosebumps down your spine,
you never remember me, you're an amnesiac.

I send the sun up every morning,
the waves on the ocean are for you,
amethyst colored mountains tipped with snow,
on the horizon is always new.

Shining gray at midnight,
the light of the moon,
sets your eyes a sparkle,
your heart I try to harpoon.

Poetry and music,
I write to catch your heart,
you enjoy for a moment,
then I must restart.

I shall never give up,
my love shall never die,
the only thing I will do,
is forever continue to try.

To rise above,
or sink below,
the masses squirm,
inside this hole.

A mediocre pool,
of writhing sin,
where you swallow,
to fit in.

Gulp your pride,
repress your dreams,
dance the conga,
to their screams.

The Kool-aid is sweet,
slow poison filled,
the antidote is
a strong free will.

The choice is yours,
to buck the mold,
their origami,
will you unfold?

Or shall you drink,
from their glasses,
and be one of,
the zombied masses?

Time is of the essence
Grime begins putrescence
Dime store effervescence
Prime for evanescence
Rhyme begins coalescence
Crime of adolescence
Chime mental iridescence
Climb into obsolescence

Slurred rhymes read,
as the audience is filled with dread,
the drunken poet and his dream,
untouched coffee sits and steams.

It all makes sense as coffee spills,
the words on the page have been killed,
all his work destroyed by *****,
even when you win you lose.

With loving kisses and swallowed burns,
the amber fluid, for it I yearn,
it kills the pain and frees the mind,
I never heed the warning signs.

The bottles sit upon the shelf,
tempting me and my mental health,
into the bottle, I crawl inside,
a temporary painless place to hide.

nightmare injections
stainless steel teeth
bite the gray matter

I took aim and pulled my trigger,
it went down fast, with no pain.
What did I **** you ask?
Time!

Behind green-tinted lenses,
her blue eyes rolled,
inappropriate comments,
slid off summertime smiles.

Laughter and giggles,
water splashing,
Lemon La Croix *****
seasoning the afternoon.

We shoot across the galaxy,
riding the comet's tail,
thousands of miles an hour,
leaving a shining trail.

Stopping here on earth,
for a hundred years or less,
leaving a scar on hearts,
for life is such a mess.

Touching other souls,
sending them reeling from the collision,
just like an asteroid impacting satellite,
controlled with imprecision.

So leave your mark while your here,
because remember time goes fast,
then once again into the universe,
time on Earth never lasts.

Silver moon, silver back,
the beast guards her.

Thought, deeds, and evil needs,
lurk in the night.

In moonlight glow, his eyeshine shows,
keeping creatures at bay.

She is naive, and cannot believe,
that he is keeping her safe.

Happenings close by
Swing from heart strings playfully
Tying knots of love

New changing motions
Parting streams of consciousness
Causing our souls to connect

Soft silver beams
Etch passion on your face
As eyes reflect star sparkles

Raging currents or winds
Swirling molecules of water
The flash and rumble come

Two sided coins
Speak of personalities
Good and evil reflected

Hot sands scorch
Scales gain traction
S pattern trail shimmers in silica

Red and black flannel,
protecting what I seek,
tanned and freckled skin,
she is hiding underneath.

I seek to connect the dots,
with my tongues tip,
kissing here and biting there,
giving things a nip.

I peel down the collar,
exposing shoulder and neck,
in her mirrored eyes I see,
a sensual glinting fleck.

My hot breath causes shivers,
setting nerves on fire,
her baby hairs all stand,
like coiling burning wire.

Hands move at her waist,
a knot simply twist untied,
the robe drops to the floor,
the meaning is implied.

The world is a vampire,
it feeds on you, slowly,
year after year,
frustrations and agony.

******* the life out of you,
allowing you only moments of peace,
small bits of joy and love,
to let you recharge.

Then the feedings begin again,
perhaps this is the matrix,
and we are but rechargeable batteries,
powering something, of which we are not aware.

Farmed in massive arrays,
and kept alive for power,
and the amusement,
of our owners.

Floor boards wiggle,
springs zephyr invades,
through plaster and lath,
and under pier and beams.

Sunlight squirms through,
illuminating dancing motes,
dripping dew taps out a beat,
in the middle of the room.

Once full of life and colors,
now empty and drab,
the only inhabitants now,
are memories and pests.

On fairy wings of effervescent gold,
she flew away from love untold,
though I loved her with my hearts flow,
she would never stay so I let her go.

I miss her now like summer's heat,
in winter's cold her memories beat,
I miss her when I'm far from home,
forever I will, when I may roam.

I drown my pain in drinks and smoke,
the glowing cherry of every ****,
reminds me of her smile so bright,
I barely make it through most nights.

Perhaps one day this pain will heal,
or someone will change how I feel,
just maybe my door will one day knock,
her key will turn, never changed the locks.

They say you simply never know,
about love till you let it go,
they never mention all the tears like rain,
or you may not recover from the pain.

inspired ghostly images,
burned into retina thoughts,
in the end, life is empty,
even though it is hard fought.

playground swings hang limp,
laughter and smiles all dried and gone,
the wind whistles through the nothing,
a long and lonely song.

no birdsongs here,
no leaves of green,
a rarified emptiness,
there simply is no scene.

The stars in the sky are mine,
I will share them with you,
lay with me in the dark,
and let us enjoy the view.

Give me your hand,
in it I'll place a jewel
a gem that is the moon,
like a diamond untouched by tools.

Into your eyes I place the planets,
reflections in the night,
Jupiter and Venus,
glowing golden bright.

Do not fear the sunset,
see what you have missed,
bask in the light from time,
when the universe first came to exist.

So many thoughts and verse
on footprints in the sand,
I turn and look down the beach
a narrow bit of unmarked land.

Though I have been walking
for hours and steps untold,
looking behind me,
none of that unfolds.

Not a single footprint,
or a disturbed sand grain,
perhaps this journey
has been only in my brain.

The waves just keep crashing
licking at my feet
and the shells keep on changing
never miss a beat.

Green water out as far as I can see,
foaming here and there, glints in the light,
on my right, vine covered sand dunes
rise blocking further sight.

Out in front of me
the same as behind,
I continue walking
not sure of what I'll find.

sharp shards of glass
in the oceans salty sand waves
emerge rounded and polished
gems fit for a queen

My love curls into the sky,
smoking from our lust,
as the cigarette burns,
orange flaring afterglow

In your eyes of aquamarine,
as I stare deep into them,
I am transported, to warm beaches,
gentle waves, and swaying palms.

Your breath on my neck,
reminds me of cruise ship afternoons,
as the gulf wind blows across our deck,
out on the balcony of our stateroom.

Your bare skin, bronzed in the sun,
except in the covered places,
takes me to the pool,
with blazing sun reflections.

The feel of your fingers
slowly crawling across my chest
takes me to Cozumel,
caressing each other in clear blue water.

The taste of your kiss,
sweet as can be,
takes me to our wedding day,
I do's at the lake side.

Life is full of pestilence,
and it is but a game,
but enjoy the pleasures,
and be glad you came.

In darkness, I lay,
waiting for my eyes,
pupils dilate fully,
complete blackness.

A pillow under my head,
covered with a sheet and blanket,
there is a pleasant hum,
from an air conditioner.

I've no idea of the time,
or recollection of the place,
I feel in the bed,
another pillow I stack.

As I raise my head,
look down passed my feet,
I see... something,
hanging in the air.

A golden thread,
floats out of reach,
I study it hard,
to understand what I see.

It's very thin and not quite straight,
very small scallops curl it slightly,
it has a definite start,
and a definite stop.

I sit and stand,
I must know what it is,
with tentative steps, I drag my feet,
toward the mystery.

As I approach,
I feel air on my face,
I reach for the thread,
and grab and pull.

A massive amount of light
blinds me momentarily,
as my eyes adjust,
I remember.

Looking out on a motel parking lot,
the one I stopped at, exhausted,
just an hour ago,
judging by the bank clock across the street.

Engulfed in blackness,
split only by lightning,
like a ripping of reality,
and the rumble of repair.

As the storm passes
despite the destruction of
sparking power lines
my mind is fully powered.

Stars emerge from light pollution,
not seen for many years,
my hand waved in front of my face,
unseen in the dark house.

Nocturnal communal,
as words and thoughts
circulate in the darkness,
swirling into a minds light.

A candle ignites on its own,
blue static sparks arc,
as power restarts,
a collective breath, taken.

But the stars are humbled
by electrics bright,
and thoughts freed in the dark,
once more trapped in the light.

A piece of soul cast by the sun,
follows me down the street,
closely on brick alley walls,
and long and running away in the wide open,
getting taller as the day goes by.

I am amazed as I watch it,
it is just like me, minus the detail,
It is a cross section of who I am,
just missing my inner light.

Perhaps this is a part of me
of which I am unaware,
it tries to tell me about itself
but alas, I do not understand.

On overcast days though
and into the lonely nights
I miss my ever present companion,
like a piece of me has been taken.

A single bead at first
begins to run down my spine
turning into a torrent
as sol begins to climb.

Skin begins to redden
in the July sun
it's is not hard to tell
that summer has begun.

Mercury climbing up past ninety
even in the darkest shade
the beer in my Yeti never gets cold
the heat doesn't care how much I paid

Lakes and rivers, oceans too
the people flock to in mass
standing neck deep in water
waiting for the scorch to pass