My mind projected,
thoughts land on lily pads,
rising and falling,
as the waves head to shore.

Assimilating energy,
coalescing into solid matter,
the bullfrog dives in,
the lake of possibilities.

Swimming in sunken desires,
consumed by the passing bass,
combined essences now emerge,
evolving scales and aggression.

Crawling onto the sun-beaten landscape,
dried until fragile,
breaking into thousands
of tiny ants scattering.

I awaken from my nap,
at the water's edge,
on a park bench,
in a state of fugue.

Whipping red hair in the blowing breeze
large and deep blue eyes, ready to freeze
your heart and soul with a single glance
long tan legs that are ready to dance.

Spicy perfume her favorite scent
to buy it for her, use my last cent,
cinnamon gum, I taste on her tongue
with her kisses, I am stung.

Red tank top, white linen skirt,
outdoor dance floor, with me she flirts,
nothing underneath she makes sure I see
building my fire and fueling my need.

As she dances her fingers explore,
around her body, inside and more,
with her finger, she gives me a taste,
savor her flavor, no way I'd waste.

The music fills my ears with a beat
her whispered breath, I feel her heat
inviting me out for a midnight swim,
running out full moon reflects on her skin.

Like crashing waves, she falls into me,
lips, and limbs, we are set free,
roaming hands tease and please
legs wrap around me in a powerful squeeze.

Warm kisses, salty water, silver moon,
Slow song, in the club, hear the croon,
water droplets shimmer on her naked *******,
flashing jewels, reflected neon, I taste the rest.

Years and years of construction,
houses, businesses, shiny skyscrapers,
an earth quake shakes the foundations,
poor designs equals mass destruction.

Islands populated to the max function,
nuclear power plants on the beach,
resorts, palm trees and pools,
tsunamis cause mass destruction.

Through mating rituals and seduction
Earth's population increase by factors of ten,
little nature still exists,
a comet erases with mass destruction.

Nocturnal creatures emerge,
owls and bats and others.

The Moon and Venus shine brightly,
just across the sky from Saturn and Mars.

Neon lights advertising sins,
*****, girls, smokes, and clubs.

Shooting stars barley seen,
red and blue lights flash.

The wind blows nonstop,
as the semi rides down the highway,
a cloud of dust blocks out the view,
and tightens my sinuses.

The blowing straps tap out a beat,
an occasional drift onto rumble strips
accompanies the rhythm,
ever present bass drum of the wind beats on.

The windshield air leak whistles along,
I find my toe tapping
and my hand snapping
uncontrollably with the song of the road.

The angle of her arms,
as she arched her back
in a cathartic stretch,
caught my eye,
along with her apple cheeks
dimpled in a smile.

The church bells rang
out the Cambridge chimes,
as the camera flashed.

The birds in the bath
perched as if posing,
a picture in the park,
taken by the tourist,
that picked up a feather,
as a matching souvenir.

The boards on the bridge
of the wooden walkway
creaked, underfoot, over the creek.

The ball flew across the distance
made a popping in the glove pocket
as the children exercised muscles
in their small flexing arms
and in their expanding lungs
with contagious giggles.

The bees buzzed around my nose
as I stopped to sniff the ruby roses
growing along the rocked path on my way home.

Her inner spark,
barely contained,
deep inside,
her beautiful frame.

A kiss on her lips,
feel her heat,
ignites my fire,
heart skips a beat.

Simmering frustration,
trapped amongst the normalcy,
wondering and hoping,
if there is someplace better.

The here and now is not bad,
but the possibilities haunt my thoughts,
running rampant and loose,
bouncing off the inside of my skull.

What might be,
what could have been,
the ifs and whens of life,
come to me in dreams.

With hope against hope
and willingness to pursue,
perhaps destiny can be thwarted,
or perhaps, embraced.

With passions candle lit,
burning at both ends,
for something different,
to buck the status quo.

Searching, looking,
analyzing, lighting fires,
where none burned,
building to an explosion.

Of something different.

The temperature cools as the first star winks,
your blue eyes catch the distant glow,
illuminating the fast fading light.
edges soften, smudged by the shadows,
like a work of art, viewed from different angles,
intriguing, exciting, and different each time,
yet I never tire of looking as night falls.

Codependency,
a treadmill of deceit,
tears of repetition,
yet a cycle of pain.

Sins and strain,
on souls, we stain,
though we try,
the ink is dry.

Speak now or forever hold your peace,
a hard lesson learned,
when for love,
you still yearn.

Though the void appears empty,
sifting through the nothing,
yields jewels most would miss.

Shattered thoughts and dreams,
draw blood from fingertips,
some glued together,

Coming to fruition,
others swept under the rug,
or washed away with tears.

Blue toenails,
red flip flops,
long legs,
beginning to tan in the springtime sun.

Blue bikini bottoms,
red strings tied on the side,
flat midriff,
a bunny tanning sticker.

Red bikini top,
with blue strings,
double bows tied,
across her back.

Blue glitter zinced lips,
smile at all the looks,
reflected in mirrors,
of oversized red sunglasses.

Red hair blows,
in the springtime wind,
gathering glints of blonde from the sun,
pony tail, ******* in a blue ribbon.

My fire burns
In love and words
Never to be quenched
Until at last
The time has come
Everything and I am consumed

Muzzled by pain,
yet the voice inside,
screams out streams,
if only they could be captured
and used to heal the soul.

Pheromones upon the wind,
signal me its time,
but these signals aren't for me,
and that is just a crime.

Silence in the shouting
patience in the pouting
living in the death,
hearts are all bereft.

Hopes roots sink in,
but some wither and die,
one eventually will blossom,
from the souls depths.

Vicious intent,
haunts the night,
the verge of evil,
barely contained.

Veils raise,
shadows reach out,
clawed fingers grip,
the leathered hilt.

Moonlight glows,
reflected in polished steel,
danger incarnate,
walks free.

Suppressed diurnal,
contained in the light,
captured by society,
expectations bars.

Freedom to do,
anarchy of thought and deed,
lost to pleasantness,
creating mental strife.

It exists, a living thing,
the darkness infects us all,
simply waiting and probing the edges,
waiting to escape.

Nothing gets past her,
as if a third eye watches me,
constantly monitoring,
every thought and deed,
even completing my sentences.

Uncanny.

On a wing and a prayer,
the sound of feathers and wind roar,
as it dives toward the ground,
yellow talons outreached.

A brown streak runs into crispy tumbleweeds,
and darts in and out of desert dunes,
seeking shelter with a squeal,
as death drops from above.

Small turmeric colored flowers,
grow in bunches surrounded by halos of green,
attracting, but dangerous,
thorny burs to puncture feet.

Black and brown scorpions,
hide from the blistering heat
under rocks and vegetation,
lurking, waiting the opportunity to sting.

The desert is a dangerous place,
as the rattlesnake leaves a trail
across the red-brown sand,
and disappears in the blowing dust.

Raw red bacon,
wrapped in a string,
tossed into the clear pond
watching, waiting

The brown creature,
shoots backward,
through the water,
as it approaches.

Claws clamp down
on pork belly fat,
the string goes taught,
and I lift him into the air.

Dangling over the canary yellow bucket,
he turns loose and lands with a splash,
reunited with 30 of his kin,
as they make circumference circles.

The crickets sing under willow branches,
and bream patrol the dangling limbs,
waiting for a fat one to fall in,
and become a swimming meal.

The big bullfrog sits and watches
me from the opposite bank,
wary but comfortable now,
he sings his croaking song.

One more crawfish on my bait,
and he falls into my bucket,
I walk through the pasture, home,
where water is already boiling.

Little brown dog,
curled up on a
green rectangle mat,
just snuggled in
for an afternoon nap.

The sun is bright,
but the wind is howling,
it is no day
for an afternoon outing.

So curl up, curl up,
with a cat in your lap,
lean back in your chair,
let's all take a nap.

Hallucinations of perfection,
reality doesn't matter,
I see what I want to see.

The demons that hide in my mind,
are not really that hard to find,
they breathe fire and burn my soul,
destroy my confidence I cannot be whole.

Why must I feel this way?
Does everyone from time to time?
Self-doubt whispers getting louder,
am I possessed by demons?

Their words rip my thoughts to shreds,
creating migraines, I hide in my bed,
the inner voices, from where do they come,
I don't know but they make me numb,

Lost in my mind with no way out,
I can only scream and shout
loud obscenities, but they defy,
I want to rip them from inside.

Drink does not cure the pain,
nor does the medication,
music helps to tune them out,
but only till the next silence.

Red eyes haunt the corners,
bifurcated tails swish in the silvered mist,
fork tongues flick from the shadows,
I may need an exorcist.

Emotionally drained
by the heartache and pain,
she chose another,
now my heart barely flutters.

But there is an opening
deep down inside,
where love can fit in,
though I hurt inside.

A bit of magical spark
that keeps hope alive,
to heal and move on,
in spite of my pride.

My search continues
as I soldier on,
mending my heart,
will not be withdrawn.

Pick up the pieces,
of my shattered heart,
adventures are out there,
my journey restarts.

Perhaps the song lyrics are right,
looking for love in all the wrong places,
is how I may have been,
so I'll take my cards and hope for aces.

Fate, deal me a queen,
and I'll place my bets,
will I win this time,
I just don't know yet.

But I'll play the game,
one hand at a time,
looking and searching,
for one to be mine

She slowly destroyed me,
beginning with love,
that faded like the sun,
at the end of the day.

Wounded and healed,
at the same time,
by loves bullet,
shot into my heart,
by her smile.

Serrated teeth,
bite ferociously,
into skin and flesh,
sharpened silver flashes.

Scarlet drops start,
followed by pumping spray,
a fountain of life,
slowly empties

Lifeless and floating,
in the barren sea,
until I bumped into,
your life ring.

Your love resuscitated,
me back to breathing and life,
healed all the damage,
sustained over time.

The mosaic of our love,
made of our shattered souls,
we helped each other
pick them up from the ground.

Conversation and laughter,
understanding our pasts,
sharing our pain,
began to glue us together.

A new picture began to form,
something new and beautiful,
a work of art being sculpted,
out of our broken hearts.

No longer pieces on the ground,
our passions since repaired,
where I had a hole, she had a patch
and where she was missing, I fit.

To find love inside of hate,
and depressing heartbreak,
created a lasting work
of loving hearts.

Stars, stars, stars
as I stare into the sky afar,
so many it boggles the mind,
but they're the only light I can find.

A road-worn tent, fly unzipped,
my place, since my heart was ripped,
she decided she needed to go,
so this mountain top is where I heal my woe.

6 months now, no phone no friends,
no lights, no fridge, not sure when it ends,
living on trout and cans of hash
it's cheap living, no need for cash.

Get up early, crack of dawn
start to fish, stifle a yawn,
decide I'm healed, let out a shout,
pack up and end my life's blackout.

A double helix of deceit,
a terrifying twist of treachery,
a web of lies built of sin,
a nest of hornets, but let me in.

When we first start to deceive,
the warp and weft of the weave,
starts off slowly, sparing feelings,
but lighting the fuse of pain.

Like a *** of black powder,
dropped in the cannon's barrel,
loaded with more colored lies,
white, black, purple, all result in cries.

When the explosion touches off
and both sides, now seem lost,
one cannot believe the truth came out,
the other shocked and screams and shouts.

The blankets weave is complete
no more shall you compete,
spin can not be applied,
when you have been caught in your lies.

Hidden in the closet,
chained to walls,
they live in fear of me,
I am not like them.

Mirrored depths, inhabited,
as the now naked trees,
reach for lost leaves,
now floating on still waters.

Koi, glide through
liquid relaxation,
another realm,
I long to visit.

busy hallways,
loud talking voices,
but is any work getting done?

Upon the ship, I ride,
never to touch dry land,
a mistake once made,
to be paid for with death.

Birth at the wrong place, wrong time,
has set me on a path,
unpleasant destinies,
no matter how you do the math.

******, hexed, unforgiven,
the spell has been cast,
I shall attempt to avoid,
but not sure I can last.

Grains of salt and holy water,
potions to undo,
ingredients gathered,
to prepare an unholy stew.

The poisoned apple,
a step on a crack,
the voodoo doll,
I'm under attack.

Posed picture,
say cheese.

Sitting there, all debonair,
a winning smile on her face,
I long to see and feel her
wrapped up in silk and lace.

Soft red hair, curled
and blowing in the wind,
I'm not sure how this started,
but I know where it will end.

All ******* in sheets,
clothes strewed across the floor,
a trail of them here and there
starting at the door.

Bruised lips from passions kisses,
places pink from kneading hands,
out of breath and fully spent
from our need and our demands.

The clink of ice falling in,
condensation gathers,
beading and running,
like sweat on a summer day.

From the bottle, I pour,
a steady stream of
12-year-old amber liquid,
made on an island in Scotland.

Rocks and gravel glow,
last of the sun rays fall,
river is still, no discernible flow,
flowers, proud, stand up tall.

Flotsam and jetsam lay still,
picnic table calls to me,
my favorite place to use my quill,
this place inspires poetry.

Green grass sways in the breeze,
clouds in motion are a sight,
I hear the rustle of leaves
evening turns to night.

Swept back into emotional black holes,
inescapable pools of blue surrounding pupils,
drowning in want and knowing full well,
the circumstances of giving in.

With a dry throat,
and dry red eyes,
dehydrated from tears,
alone.

Left behind,
as she moved on,
the earth opened,
and swallowed me.

No longer affected,
the world slides by me,
it no longer matters,
I cannot be touched,
emotions canned,
never to be reopened.

A piece of bone kept,
a jar of tears wept
a piece of clothing, a bit of skin
anything to remember my sin.

The Sandman was scared away,
by the demon not tucked away,
I cannot dream, I cannot live,
something has got to give.

I fight the monster with Ambien,
and Lunesta has become a friend,
but he creeps back from banishment,
and tortures me with his whip.

Do you ever feel,
like you're stuck in a rut,
does every day,
feel like a punch to the gut.

Nothing is right,
no matter how hard you try,
it's enough to make you,
want to sit down and cry.

Not sure how,
but you weather the storm,
you always do,
despite it's chosen form.

The river it rolls,
and the thunder does too,
you let them go past,
while eating homemade stew.

The punches keep coming,
but you throw up your guard,
you shrugged them off,
and continue, life is hard.

The object of one's focus,
tends to consume and direct
the body chemistry.

cold,
hot,
love,
hate,

obsession,
digression,

emoti­ons,
vibrations,

Perception is your reality.

Landlocked,
but in my mind,
I see the sea,

Crashing waves,
I feel the spray,
and hear the roar.

In memories of the past,
and in music's melodies, I travel
from Marina del Rey to the Frio river.

Smooth clear water,
rushing through white rocks
dressed with green moss.

Beauties in inner tubes
float by, with coolers strapped,
but those never lasted.

I have loved and worshiped
but that's gone with the breeze,
now I sit and soak and remember.

Swirling universes stored in bottles,
the shelf sits dusty and undisturbed,
greasy smears of fingerprints,
on unidentified labels.

Shattered glass upon the floor,
where supernovas threw them,
illustrations of life and death,
contents evaporated, no trace.

I reach and pick one up,
like a snow globe, I turn it over,
the stars turn to comets, with glowing tails,
an entire existence turned upside down.

Sweater stretched tight,
skirt just a fit,
we look at her,
and just bite our lips.

Tight little package,
we'd love to unwrap,
but she's not our gift,
so we'll leave it at that.

Each day an adventure,
to see her wardrobe,
some days she leaves us,
about to explode.

Enhancements and tats,
leave us a drool,
we sit and imagine,
her at the pool.

We appreciate the show,
the office her runway,
and her attitude and mouth,
always makes it a fun day.

Coitus aroma still hangs
in the bedroom air,
sheets lay in tangled knots,
memories burned in,
only moments ago,
but already longing.

engraved tombstone
tears roll
soil's handful

Double battered and deep fried
into the bucket, Would you like fried pies?
Mashed potatoes and some gravy,
or french fries spiraled and wavy.
Mac n cheese ,
if you please,
oh, and can I get some sweet teas?

The day's afterglow shines onto distant horizons,
the night birds sing lonely songs,
through one eye the masked tree watches,
the night begins to fall through silvered stars.

The heat begins to release from the earth,
muscles relax, letting go of the day's tensions,
leaves settle as the wind lays, no more energy,
a cooling darkness pervades.

Black Crickets invisible to the eye,
begin to buzz, thousands of them,
the quiet is destroyed by the cacophony,
until motion is sensed in the grass.

Silence grabs and squeezes like a fist,
so fast that even my breath stops,
then glowing eyes appear from the weeds,
green, yellow, shine, approaching.

Her black fur, sleek and glistening,
almost looks wet as she approaches
and jumps into my lap,
purring joins in with the crickets.

With my tongue, I taste,
a quiver as I measure,
a feeling of electricity,
taste buds explode.

With stinging pleasure,
venom injects,
feel the rush,
it is one to treasure.

Struggling in the darkness,
I crawl around the room,
a wall followed to a corner,
and trailed till fabric is felt.

Curtains were thrown open,
yet still encased in blackness,
I sink to the ground, defeated,
my hands closed on a rectangle.

In the darkness, a lighter found,
I light the blinds on fire, illumination comes in
as the house burns down,
and the sun sinks below the horizon.

Sitting amongst bits of glowing ember,
matching the stars sparkling in the sky,
I longed for light of the sun,
and it too was extinguished with tears.

Lost in pain
from the strain
as time goes by
the years do fly

The apocalypse approaches,
heralded on horse hoofs,
the dust of destruction,
kicks up behind.

The Antichrist,
War,
Famine,
Death.

Followed by the ultimate evil
be ready for pain,
and suffering,
and the end.

Loss and hurt,
hidden under my shirt,
completely shattered,
unpleasant and tattered.

A glass of wine,
music plays,
torturing myself
with memories.

Salty tears flavor
Gewürztraminer,
and lubricate fingers,
the glass harp I play.

A damaged heart,
from loves disappearance,
improves over time,
but is never fine.

Drowning negativity
pervades the soul,
the maelstrom,
***** us down the hole.

Pressured crushing depths,
squeezing out all light and air,
epic implosion pending.

Tsunami rolling anger,
consuming totalities,
and drowning casualties.

Deep in a creek bottom,
verdant and green pines stand still,
a gurgle, more felt than heard,
emanates from the flowing water.

Occasionally a small crack of a twig,
a footfall rustle, always from behind,
an imagined noise of the leaf,
as it flutters down from on high.

As the breeze begins
a low roar in the distance,
the trees begin to dance and sway
as it slowly closes in.

Then the chimes start,
hung in the trees by my mother,
years ago, a memory ignites,
each time they are touched by the wind.

Silver tubes flash from behind green leaves,
sunlight glints off them as they ride branches
moved by air and provide a song
for the dance.