Sitting around stories told
Talking about days of old
Hunting, fishing and good times
Busting bottles. Stealing signs
Starry night is made of gold

Warm Campfires and Coors lite
Makes for a fabulous night
Crispy Fritos and bean dip
Great ideas and good tips
All relaxed, no ones up tight

Pack of coyotes begin to sing
Who knows what the dark night might bring
My wife gives me a sly wink
Mountains blue, I get a drink
feel just like a sitting king

Shining stars in the night sky
Satellites that fast fly by
Meteorites trailing fast
They just never ever last
Hell of a time that's no lie

The deer’s breath in cold
Is a cloud of sun lit smoke
Eyes dart back and forth

Chest deep in cool water
bait caster in hand
Texas rigged worm
tequila sunrise color

Casted out
pull, pull, stop
reel in the slack
repeat, repeat

Thump, wham
line begins to run
reel down
set the hook

Bass surfaces
sky high jump
run and pull
reeled in

Unhooked
shimmering green scales
released to fight again
on another fishing day

Basil leaves and cigar smoke,
touch my olfactory bulb,
Harvey Danger's Sitta plays,
explaining I'm not sick, just unwell.

Pool chlorine fragrances,
trigger spinning Rolodex cards,
ejecting a memory of parties past,
I shake the ice in my empty glass.

Sweet and sticky simple syrup,
muddled basil, a pinch of salt,
lemon juice waters the mouth,
the piney taste of Bombay gin.

Shaking now, the sound of ice,
an avalanche of sound and flavor,
now ready to slide into my cup,
refilled, to the night and my chair.

The warp and wrap of leaves,
feel familiar in my hand,
as does the clip of the end,
the flick of a lighter flame.

Couple of Puffs and I enjoy,
Earth and spice notes,
I blow out a cloud of smoke,
quickly carried on the desert breeze.

I lean back in my chair,
another puff or two,
a long sip of basil smash,
and reflect on yesterday and today.

5 AM dark of the moon
early morning campfire
frosty ground
warm cup of coffee

The coyotes sing on either side of me
a long and mournful sound
Orion touching the horizon
Venus is on the rise

Mesquite leaves run across the ground
an army on the move
sheep quietly bawl on the distance
what passes for country quiet

As the sun begins to rise
purples, pinks and oranges paint the sky
and the few wispy clouds ignite
with awesome colors and lights

The sheep, cows, breeze, quiet music
and the fire crackles
as my coffee steams away
on the final morning of the hunt

Upon this desk, I lean,
staring at this screen,
from it nothing, do I glean,
I don't know what it means.

I hit the coffee for caffeine,
but this doesn't stop the dream,
my mind is a machine,
stuck in a routine.

Perhaps I need some epinephrine,
to get my thoughts hot like acetylene,
lubricate them with vaseline,
start them jumping on a trampoline.

The voices in my head
chewing up my brain
consuming what is me
and driving me insane

The predators pursue me
I run to stay away
but eventually they catch me
I'm their favorite prey

My own worst enemy
is always deep inside
self doubt and deprecation
masticating on my pride

I have no more self esteem
it's like I have been ******
pounded, tenderizing me
nothing left but bones

Simply a skeleton left
of my former self
I have destroyed all of me
through the loss of mental health

Where coyotes run and bobcats prowl,
back in the woods hear the growl,
enough to scare most people away,
but this is where I love to play.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Cooler in the shade under a tree,
dressed in camo wild and free,
roaming down where the creek runs,
watching for snakes and shooting guns.

Chopping down wood for a campfire,
picking it up avoiding green brier,
thorns so sharp they'll tear your shirt,
the crows start singing in concert.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Later on when the stars appear,
up above me the sky is clear,
the fire crackles and pops out a song,
completely relaxed where I belong.

Hanging in my hammock hear the creek talk,
in the distance, screams the night hawk,
closing my eyes and drifting to sleep,
no need to pray for my soul to keep.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Way out in the woods, nobody here,
no better place to just drink a beer.

I'm just sitting here
waiting on a deer
wishing I had a beer

Or better yet some 40 creek
some 7up to mix I  seek
hoping the stand roof don't leak

In the driving rain
it would cause some pain
cold rain down the neck causes disdain

**************
In my coveralls
made by Walls
Coleman heater warming my *****

Bushnell binos around my neck
looking out, what the heck
oh it’s just a speck

On my lense
I feel dense
but I used uncommon sense

It wasn't a ghost
it was at most
something from the post

Where my binos sat
right next to my hat
and above the mat

Where my boots are
drying out from walking far
most people would drive a car
***********

Now sitting in the camper
feeling a bit hampered

By the cold and rain
it's the mud that causes pain.

Slippery and wet
a mess you get

with every step
cannot move with pep

It's like walking on wet glass
you will slip and bust your ***
then a muddy mess you'd be
wouldn't want anyone to see

Midnight, stars twinkle
mosquitos buzz
the sound of flowing water
an occasional splash

A bull frog croaks out a beat
and the tree frogs sing harmony
the owl lead sings from the trees
and the cicada sings backup

My black light illuminates
the night purple
as flying insects glow
as does the crawling scorpion

Monofilament fishing line
creates purple lines
running into the water
like lasers fired

Watching and waiting
on the riverbank
for the line to quiver
and the rod to bend

Night crawlers squirm
in their styrofoam bowl
waiting their turn
to search for catfish

Cedar Creek Fishing Back in the day
flipping under docks and casting all day
nosing out my buddy trying to win the bet
it’s a dollar a fish and it’s not over yet

Catching bass and crappie and sometimes a perch
driving the boat always on the search
for the next big bass, or sometimes a beer
fishing lights after dark on the end of a pier

White bass and hybrids, pulling ******* the line
laughing and joking and feeling fine
slabs and traps, and a Texas rig
every now and then just taking a swig

Tequila sunrise worms or watermelon seed
the fish are biting and are on a feed
describing a bite pulling on my buddies sleeve
casting in my spot is a big pet peeve

All-star rods, worm bag that’s full
casting out waiting on the Tap, Tap, Pull
set the hook, watch the fish tail walk
it’s been a great day out on the stalk

I feel the need,
the need to cast and wind;
for the fish to feed,
and bite upon my line.

From the tiniest of perch,
to biggest largemouth bass;
as long as my line will lurch,
each time I make a cast.

Crank baits, worms or spinners,
I really just don't care;
as long as I catch dinner,
and a few more for fun to spare.

The smell of sunscreen and salt
as the beach winds blow

her bikini strings flap on her back and hips
as I study the freckles here and there

following her spine down to
the ruby red grapefruit colored bottoms

round and full as ones on the tree
I am positive just as **** and sweet

her sweat in the summer sun
seasons the sweetness

like the drink in my glass
of the same colors

enjoying the views
from the beachside bar

Scattered across eons
In the dark matter tides
Souls energy destined
To enjoy the ride

Coalescing occasionally
Into a being alive
Hoping to learn
For growth it strives

A lifetime lived
Other souls touched
Some in passing
Others loved too much

Scattered back to the cosmos
On a funeral pyre
A plane of existence
Taken a notch higher

Entwining energies
Wait to meet again
On distant planets
To be embodied in skin

Until then though
Surf the solar winds
Seeing the universe
Until breathing again

Shoulder length blonde hair
******* in a pony tail
blue jean shorts, cut just right
no *******, you can tell

Yellow tank top filled
with just the right sized *******
yesterday a t-shirt with no bra
she more than passed the test

Long legs and a great smile
she is very much a cutie
I am married happily
but I appreciate her beauty

Shadows, large and small
Coast through the viridian pool
Lit from below
In still waters

A miniature pond
On a black lake
Full of night dwellers
In full light

Observed from over head
On the upper deck
Of the boat house
On the intercoastal waterway

Different shaped shadows
Long and skinny
Round and short
The occasional monster

Swims through
Dispersing the others
For a while
We watch

Anticipating the next shadow
And comment on what it is
And whether we can catch it
On a rod and reel

From your lips,
I feel the burn
capsacin ignition
beyond measure

Scovilles scale
Destroyed by your
radiant red lips
as they press to mine

Southwest flavors
burn my tongue
as my senses
are over powered

Sweat beads
and rolls down
bare skin
stippled

I am blistered
by your love
passion

The sun beats down
the waves make a laughing sound
my buddy sits, picking at a backlash
its a dollar a fish, and I'm taking his cash

As I catch bass on every other cast
he sighs loudly, still on his ***
I tell him to cut it and just restring
he says but I just put line on this **** thing

The wind cools the dripping sweat
while he is sitting there, I say hand me the net
as I boat another big fish
he looks for a Genie to make his wish

I look at his knees, they are glowing beet red
I am glad I put sunscreen on my face and head
he goes to stand, finally retied
he moans loudly, his knees are fried

Too late now, to apply lotion
tomorrow in jeans, he wont enjoy any motion
as the denim, rubs the blisters more raw
and I give him the total, from the fish that I caught

See I caught bass, the number  twenty three
while he was backlashed or stuck in a tree
He finally did manage to catch some
but too little to late the damage was done

He hands me a twenty
I go to slap a knee
his fist comes up and waves at me
then his ******* is finally set free

I say when are we fishing again
tomorrow evening he says with a grin
See no matter how good, or bad the bite is
its always better than work, taking care of the biz

Shimano reel filled with 14 pound trilene.
St. Croix rod, medium heavy, backbone is mean.
bullet weight slid on the line after run through guides.
teflon coated truturn hook tied on with palomar, ready for the ride.
watermelon lizard on and ready to cast.
flick of the wrist and the lure flies far and fast

Lands on the bank, two inches from the water
crawl it down the side of an old log, hollow.
pulse the rod tip up and down while lifting.
let the lure drop back down, trolling motor keeps us from driftng.
reel up the slack do it again all the way to the boat.
do it again, like dad taught me rote.

We troll on down the bank looking for a likely place
the boat dock up ahead is usually an ace
ease on up, perfect flip under and all the way back
let sink and sit, slowly reel up slack

Bump, then thump, then **** and run
snap the rod tip way up high and fish on.
rod tip down, fish running under dock
drag schreeching, pull back lines not moving just like its locked

Fish jumps on other side, has me wrapped around a piling.
change angles give it a pop, nothing, know the metal is filing
down the line. Please don't break, pop it once again.
the line begins to move and slide, pulled by power of fin.

The fights back on, in open water now
which, fish or angler will be made to cow.
fish goes deep, uh oh nothing but slack.
reel fast now, got to get her back.
fish running right at boat, trying a different tact.

Not the right one, I catch back up and **** once more
the she is, grab the net, worn out from the chore.
off the hook and on the scale, in the live well dunk her.
pull out the phone, TPWD calling share a lunker.

15 pounder in the well headed to the marina
parks and wildlife said that's where to meet her.
off to the Texas fisheries center in Athens to spawn.
back at home few days later relaxing on my lawn.

Package arrives  fiberglass replica  of my fish
awaiting word, if I can live release her, is my wish.
wish granted a few days later, back out in the lake
she tail walks and swims off while cutting a graceful wake.

The swords of war put away
so we eat and drink today
our dragons are roosting now
we gave each of them a cow

Winning battles from the sky
we ride their backs as dragons fly
slashing swords at high speed
while piloting our noble steeds

When the enemy surrender refuses
we burn them all with dragon fuses
fiery breath from brimstone lungs
their screams are the last song sung

Our girls our ready with our mead
an epic poem of glory I'll read
and then a kiss at nights end
then off to bed so wounds can mend

Into the depths she glides
Natures killing machine
Muscles and teeth
The great white
Looks up at the surface

Waiting, waiting
For a seal to silhouette
In the sun
Suddenly with a thrusting tail
Heads to the surface like a torpedo

Collision course
Seal impact
Teeth gnash
Blood runs
Lunch is served

Give me road trips filled with 90's music,
take me fishing or I just might lose it,
Texas lakes, or the gulf coast,
with too much work I'm diagnosed.

I need 'Merica's, and **** rights,
and I need you to get it together tonight,
we know whats going on in the world today,
the news is all bad, so lets go play.

Drop the boat in the water and hollering WOOOOO!
full throttled boat, out on the bay with my crew,
all my buddies gathered from far and wide
we're going fishing, no matter the tide.

The water is flat and the sun is shining magnifico,
we're from Arizona, Texas, Florida and New Mexico
get together once or twice a year,
telling stories and drinking beer.

Cutting bait and casting lines,
generally having one hell of a time,
doesn't matter if its reds or speckled trout,
just put us on the coast and let us out.

We mount up and ride the road
Leather clad and bikini topped beauty
clings to my waist

The wind is in our face
her hair blows ferociously
goggles spotted with bugs

Confederate flag do-rag
club vest, decorated
nickname on the back

500 miles of pure bliss
curves and hills and straights
in the summer sun

Stop along the way
outdoor bar
El Pacifico and lime

Above the clouds
and into space
is the future
of our race

Low orbit housing
maglev elevators rise
true space needles
point toward the prize

Out there deep in space
is where destiny awaits
hero's and explorers go
the final frontier is our fate

Raise the shields
Set up force fields
Evasive action activated
Defense from being devastated

Blaster bolts whizz right by
Ozone smell in the sky
Photons, armed and aimed
when fired, **** and maim

Light speed and warp speed
engines fire, use fuel with need
Dilithium crystals in short supply
It's now or never, do, or die

Photon torpedoes, aye aye sir
Phasers locked, if you prefer
Forward emitter, ready to blast
Tetrion particles unstable fast

Make it so, number one
**** the engines, get er done
Full speed warp, around the sun
Back in time, this won't be fun

Into the breach, we warp on que
Firing aft, and port-side too
If we make it through the fray
Romulan ale, the captain pays

She was babysitting
at her house, at the lake
I had come to visit
it wasn't even a date

In the lake swimming
playing with those kids
I guess a spark caught fire
on her heart I placed a bid

Everyone dried off
and they watch T.V.
standing at the bar
she leaned into me

Pink pursed lips parted
as they pressed into mine
a hint of flicking tongue
this memory is fine

Married twenty years
her kisses I still crave
two kids of our own
my heart has been enslaved

The leaves fall
as do the moods
of those lost in love

No map to guide
just pain to feel
loneliness within

The sun rises
shrouded by clouds
and snowing emotion

Blizzards roll in
freezing on cheeks
chapping the lips and nose

Cracked skin and hearts
long for a balm
and for Springs new love

Fished till the last possible moment
approaching storm is a formidable opponent
bounding from wave to wave I skip.
speed is king on this trip.
lightning and thunder growl behind me,
rain chases like a cheetah quickly
I see the point and make the turn.
cut wide and around the sand bar I burn.
under the dock we go to hide,
from the storm, the boat and I.

On the page for all to see,
the words and thoughts of me,
are these words winners for the page,
do they deserve to be on stage?

Self doubt clouds in and rains,
my emotions are all strained,
struggling with paper and pen,
want them to be liked and to win!

With the first word written down,
on my face a solemn frown,
concentrating to do my best,
just writing, ignore the rest.

Stanzas, rhymes or free verse,
are these good or are they cursed,
self reflection, hear the voices,
all of these though, are MY choices!

Poems finished and on the page,
some filled with fun, others rage!
Some romance or natures beauty,
others about a redhead cutie.

No matter the content, they're from me
out there now, for all to see.
Some will hate, others love,
some will say its from above.

My soul on paper, bled in ink,
you have read it, what do you think?
Did it touch you, or leave you flat?
I think I will stop with that

I stand in knee deep water
cold and quickly flowing
I cast my fly back and forth
where the water lillie's growing

Strip the line a few times
no bites so cast again
Take a few steps downstream
and simply rebegin

Fish for a while
no nibbles so change the fly
cast over a stump
bite knocks my bait in the sky

Cast back across
the old rotten stump
strip a few feet of line
and feel a little bump

The fight is on
not much but its fun
a green warmouth
catching fish in the sun

My little yellow fly
really does its job
so many little warmouths
on the stump, in a mob

I caught quite a few
not big enough to eat
so I move along
on a rock, I take a seat

Cool water flowing by
I relax in the sun
cast my lure to a point
I consider being done

One final cast
on the edge of some moss
Twitch my wooly ******
gets hammered by a hoss

she goes on a run
fly line is peeling
I can see the backing
drag is loudly squealing

The fight is truly on
I turn her and begin to reel
flashes or silver and green
she has fight left in her still

Tired out she finally gives up
I reel her to my side
an 8-pound bass, selfie
and I let her go in stride

I didn't catch a lot
but had a blue clear sky
If anybody asks if I caught
I'll say, I went didn't I

The ocean loves the beach
But only the edge in its reach
In and out all day long
Making love deep, when tide is strong

Brings her gifts to her shore
Shells and driftwood, passion pours
Beautiful baubles he often leaves
Some delivered by ocean breeze

Occasionally angry, tidal surge
Or needs deep entry, tsunami splurge
Hurricane force destroys and bends
Spends the rest of the year, making amends.

Love and hate, codependent
Cannot divorce, no defendant
Forced to share the same place
The beach is, my favorite place.

Vibrations felt through the floor
lightning flashes, here come some more
the peal of thunder in the air
static electricity everywhere

The rain pours down off the roof
like religious pilgrims search for truth
seeking to be soaked in
like a bottle to it's jinn

Puddles gather and muddy up
no crystal waters for my cup
easy answers rarely come
you cannot see through the ****

As the puddle soaks on in
you can see where it's been
like hindsight often does
lets you know the way that it was

Does not help the here and now
but you can learn before its plowed
plant your seeds that you may know
and later reap, what you have sown

In this life there is rhythm and blues
every body has to pay their dues,
so find your solace where you can,
cause in then end, your just human.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

Harmonica starts sounding, like a train,
clack, clack, of tracks and whistle insane
music and tunes, in my simple brain
rhythm and flow keeps me sane.

The spark of my engine plugs
start a never ending feed
*****, meds, and drugs
not just a bit always exceed.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

*** and lies as the music plays
in one place I never stay
riding on Ozzy's train, crazee,
I got problems just like Jay-z.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

Glass flat water clear as a crystal
No blemish detected not even a ripple
4 wheel drive brought me here
A tent some food and a cooler of beer

A week here will be just fine
All alone, to clear my mind
Commune with god in my outdoor church
Untangle my thoughts out of this lurch

A couple of fishing rods, tackle and bait
Looking for dinner, fish to pull my line straight

Put on a chub on let it sink to the bottom
that one sits, take a walk, see if I can spot them
One rod out, fly rod in hand, ease around the edge
Cast out with my fly, I see a flash by a ledge

Trout hits my fly and the fight is on
Work him in until his fight is gone

Dinner in the creel, I look around
Other rod bent over clear to the ground
Run over to it and set the hook
Something pulls back,  deep I can't give it a look

The fight is on reel screams out drag
whatever this is will cause me to brag
I win the fight, a 42 inch pike
Stocked for the week, I'll go on a hike

If you have seen the rain,
make a flower grow,
have you also seen it flood,
and destroy with it's flow?

Have you ever tasted,
a kiss that was so sweet,
and have you felt the poisoned lips,
of one filled with lies and deceit?

I once saw an angel,
whose beauty was divine,
then I saw her evil,
she destroyed a friend of mine.

The surface rarely shows,
what truly lies underneath,
so be wise and careful,
look before you leap.

Casting chicken liver off the levee
tap and pull, rod starts bouncing
set the hook, and reel it in
all its fins and tail a'flouncing.

Costa sunglasses cut the glare
of the green rippled lake light,
three baited lines in the water,
patience, ready for another bite.

Waiting, waiting in the sun
as mosquitos buzz around me,
a slight breeze blowing from the west
they say its when the fish bite best.

Water snakes, colored orange and black
float upon cattail rafts, soaking heat,
ignore the splashing of my cast,
one of my lines goes suddenly slack.

**** the rod, the fight is on!
Catfish tugging toward the bottom,
he so enjoyed my ****** bait,
my fillet knife, though is his fate.

Channel, blue or flathead
whatever fish will try;
will be swiftly cleaned
and served deep fried.

Filleted and battered thick with beer
the oil is bubbling and smoking hot,
hear the sizzle as they fry up crisp,
fill my plate straight from the ***.

She was in love with her captor,
had the appetite of a raptor,
sharp talons slash her deep,
no way up it's much to steep.

I stopped and watched her,
as she eased to the edge,
wondering if she would jump,
my throat tightened into a lump.

Pain is a game,
that is always won,
shame is the same,
each and every one.

Red velvet tears
her face now stained,
syrupy sweet
but so full of pain.

Liquid amber flows down my throat,
my body warms throughout
as it flows from my glass
igniting pain and flavor

Caramel and vanilla
tickle my tongue
a slight taste of cookie remains
deep and rich enjoyment

Thoughts are washed away
in a golden wave
as the cheeks and inhibitions numb
I raise my glass and wish you well

A new bottle for a new day
opened, spicy citrus
and new mown grass
fill my nose

Pouring and swirling
my mouth waters
a dip of my tongue
explore the sensations

Butterscotch and shortbread
explode in my mouth
taste buds analyze complexities
herbs and honey, and a bit of malt

Evening relaxation
leads to excellent dreams
of love, lust, romance
in the flavors of nature

Something just went bump !
Do I get up now and see
Covers over head

Bump again, rattle
Thump thump thump goes the door
Out of bed gun drawn

The door flies open
Broken jamb falls to the floor
Dark shadow there now

Shadow enters room
My gun up trigger fingered
Squeeze slowly or not

Shadow notices
Catches gleam of chrome
Turns and runs quickly

Cell phone gathered now
911 dialed answered
Shadow back at door

Shotgun barrel points
Pistol comes up in my hand
Trigger squeezed, bright flash

Shadow down on floor
Relief and strain roll through me
Police arrive then

Ordeal starts again
Questions and answers, photos
Righteous, castle safe

Life is a journey
don’t be in a hurry
it starts at birth
and for what it’s worth

Youth is wasted on the young
stuck at home cannot roam far flung
enjoy childhood while you can
do not wish to be a man

Or a woman, be a girl
growth in time will unfurl
changes to your body and voice
and your height in time will hoist

But do not rush this or you will miss
grandparents, Santa and Birthday wish
sports and games and plays and such
not now but in time you will miss it much

Junior high and sometimes high school is a drag
when it’s done of those times you will brag
so enjoy them all the way through
because you’ll notice the time, it flew

Go to dances, parties, and gatherings
gather knowledge in smatterings
play football, try the choir and FFA
long distance running or softball play

You do not have to win each one
but trying them is half the fun
have a group of best friends
you know, Keepers till the end

But meet new people do not be shut
the best of them will make the cut
out of School to college or a job
of your beliefs do not be robbed

Continue to be who you are
after all, your decisions fill your jar
continue to learn and experience
life continues on and hence

Find a spouse or a calling
fill your life with job or some bawling
kids, and watch them grow
like the grass that must be mowed

And tended, they now are also on the path
guide them well and do the math
through parenthood and middle age
from your experience, advice, give sage

Grow old do not stop living and doing
your life gets shorter when you stop moving
see your kids
their Kids
and maybe their kids

Set an example for the journey of life
along the way, love your husband or wife
you and they will know you lived
when at last they close the casket lid.

Here it is, its all for you
a sound that's sort of new
fiddles play, and steel guitars
***** tonkin' at the bar

Cowboys groove
cowgirls move
belly's rub and buckles clink
now its time for a drink

Pearl snap shirts and cinch jeans
so tight, creates a scene
as she drops low to the floor
hear and see, the crowd roar

Grabs a hat from his head
he hopes later, she's in his bed
red hair swished back and forth
married guys hope for divorce

Up on the bar, she does dance
everybody stares, there is no glance
flings his hat across the room
and starts ***** dancing with the broom

All eyes peeled, as the music dies
she looks around and there's no surprise
dudes lined up, ready drinks to buy
she walk back to her guy

Dreams dashed and turned to mush
coming down, adrenaline rush
everybody settles in
as the band begins again

Drops
run  down  
in  time  to  
zig zag  in  the
zone  of  plain  pure  bliss  
lace  on  top , adds  fun  by  
inch them  down , slow  by  the  bit  
now  with  drips  in  a straight  flow ,
gush , scream , cream , end, stop, calm , breathe  and  glow

Boat skims across low rollers
in the summer breezes flow
headed to a fishing spot
underneath a white lights glow

Its dark and there is no moon
are the fish ready to bite
the first cast will tell the tale
I'll see when the line goes tight

Glowing white Rattle-trap tied
to my 14 pound test line
cast the bait into the light
the line spools off in its familiar wine

Reeling in I can feel the baits vibration
I detect a bump, thump and bite
rip the rod upwards, set the hook
the rod bends downward under its fight

Hear the wind hum off the line
like a taut guitar string
I fight and reel the fish in
it is the nature of the thing

Silver white with broken stripes
shiny scales, and sharp dorsal spines
hopefully one of many
on this night that I will find

Another cast up to the dock
and another awesome bite
It looks like its going to be
one heck of a fishing night

300 hundred fish caught
off of twenty lighted docks
ready to get some sleep,
head home, throttle to its stops

During the day
She is as sweet
As any lady
you will meet

Giving spirit
Great big heart
A winning smile
And really smart

You would swear
She had wings
To be around her
Your heart sings

But in the evening
At bed time
She changes
With glass of wine

Wearing ****
Negligées
She's demanding
Gets her way

Tells me what
I'm to do
Whose in charge
You know who

The demon that lives
Deep inside
Needs to be
Satisfied

Astral projection
against my will.
I float feloniously,
clinging to my sill.

Remote viewed,
remote controlled,
perhaps my soul,
has been sold.

Purposeful pain inflicted,
ripped from the inside,
id and ego cleft,
terror at high tide.

My inner self, hoisted,
now dropped like rain.
my mind is the cause,
of my intense soulful pain.

On the beach, relaxed
in my chair just kicked back
a little country on the radio
feel like I'm in Mexico

The blue igloo sweats
bikini girl, great assets
Panama hat on my head
out in the surf, being led

Come back in and dry off
reach into that icy trough
golden bottle, need a lime
pop the top tastes just fine

back in my chair, with my beer
to my buddy, I say cheers
Cuban cigar, why fight
bite the end and light

Take a puff and a sip
feels so good on my lips
relaxing good, I sit back
for nothing, do I lack

Give me stars and bars and collard greens,
sweet lemonade and simple things,
Stevie Ray Vaughn and Lynyrd Skynyrd,
Texas brisket and beans for dinner.

Deep fried okra, and cornbread,
Black Diamond melons on a flatbed,
don’t be stupid, but if you start,
we’ll just say, “well bless your heart.”

Always fixin’ to go do something,
usually fishing, or maybe hunting,
running ‘round our stomping grounds,
never know what can be found.

Jack and coke or Coors Light Beer
copper still, dripping out clear,
fried catfish on Saturday,
in the barn for a roll in the hay.

George Strait sings out The Chair,
while we enjoy fresh country air,
sitting on the truck tailgate,
holding her hand and feeling great.

Online is hardly life
but for many has become reality
never looking for a wife
or outside under stars and trees

A functional reality
based on nothing real
just whats on the screen
and what they pretend to feel

The bridge I just traversed in the past
on it I left a stream of gas
over my shoulder flick a match
feel the heat and hear it catch

Light tomorrow with the flames
I just play a one way game
looking back is not a choice
listening to a future voice

They say you can never go home
so an eternal path I roam
leaving a trail of flames behind
it is a one way state of mind

I have memories, but that's all
behind too many rivers in which to fall
as all the bridges have been burned
even Madison county has been spurned

Ashes behind, but ahead is bright
as I walk briskly into the night
the fire burns on my tail
as I blaze a future trail