Arterial lips
beg to be touched
kissed, caressed
temperatures rising
as neurons fire
seeking
wanton
need


Buttons pushed
lust ignited
steered toward
the summit

Climbing ever higher
gasping for breath
begging
pleading

Crashing waves
crescendo

Waterfalls dance
the precipice
falling
filling

entwined beings
energy sapped

Hunting in a box stand
on a piece of  leased land
waiting, buck to walk by
wind and rain from the sky

Feeder goes off, throwing corn
day after thanksgiving morn
little six point walks by
it makes you want to cry

Because he's not 13 inches wide
waiting, shift in the chair side to side
check out the windows, all directions
ones bound to walk by, expectations

Pair of doe hop in feeder
disappear behind a cedar
waiting is hunting
hunting is waiting

Antlers is all you see
coming from behind that tree
stops and smells your doe scent lure
supposed to work simple and pure

Be still now, move real slow
slide your rifle out the window
calm your breathing look through the scope
with buck fever now you must cope

Aim behind the shoulder, hold your breath
pull the trigger hope for instant death
takes a few steps, down he goes
more points than you have fingers and toes

Pack up your stuff, go get the truck
bring it back, load the buck
gut, skin and quarter
do it in that order

Don't forget the tenders and straps
into sausage but those perhaps
in the cooler all that goes
become fried steak with potatoes

How bout gravy and some beans
sounds like dinner know what I mean
what you hope for every time
doesn't always sitting in the blind.

Back in the stand for evening hunt
doe ***** scent and call that grunts
binoculars to take a look
**** the time, a good book

Feeder throws at 4:25
be ready now,  look alive
here they come, three doe's
eating on corn they go

All three heads come up and look
ready haunches about to book
relax again, another doe
hoped for a buck, all is woe

Look through binos, scan around
just a bunch of cactus mounds
waiting and watching, patiently
called hunting, not killing you see

Wait, and wait some more
fox walks by the stand door
doe's look up, they are spooked
I get ready to aim and shoot

Big eight walks out in full stride
has to be twenty-four  inches wide
look through the scope, see a drop tine
not an eight but a big boss nine

He's not stopping, I grunt the call
turns broadside, ready to fall
squeeze the trigger, feel the kick
he kicks once, dead right quick

Work begins once more
break out the knife start the chore
gut and skin And quarter again
thank goodness I brought my friend

Fill the freezer for the year
day is done time for a beer

Friday Afternoon, it’s time to blow
load it all up and away we go
kids in the back with a bag of snacks
gone for the weekend, but we'll be right back

Dog in her lap and the wife riding shotgun
driving down the highway out running everyone
bare feet on the dash and the radio playing
country music, hip hop, and rock, and were singing

We know every lyric of every song
when we sing the ride, don't take as long
but whining and asking makes the truck slow down
we will gas, eat and *** in the next town

All of a sudden, I'm the only one awake
driving down the highway not taking a break
we'll get there sometime, 6-10 hours
the miles on and on the truck devours

Whether it’s to Raton, the Deer lease or Home
awhile it takes, bugs dying on chrome
of the bumper or the windshield,
seeing deer and turkey in the field

Next to the road, as we go by
or looking at stars in the night sky
sometimes its clouds that pass the time
depending on season or current clime

I've seen a rat, and once Alfred Hitchcock's profile,
never know what the clouds will make in the next mile
sitting and Riding and Riding and Sitting
getting kind of tired but I’m not giving

Up the wheel, even though I'm tired
mile upon mile tired but wired
if I'm in a car, I'd just as soon be steering
needing some tea, Gas station is brewing

It’s getting late, we're almost there
tomorrow morning, waking up without a care
got all Saturday to do why we came
hunting, fishing, or visiting, get it done just the same

Had a lot of fun, but like journeymen
Sunday morning do it all again

Back to work Monday

Arsenic and strychnine,
hemlock and oleander,
narcissus like wine,
the highs lead to death,
feeling so fine.

The swings of the hammer,
the splashes of gore,
a Jackson Pollack brush
of blood upon the floor.

A bit of flesh,
torn in the teeth,
as life passes,
no signs of grief.

Long pork aroma,
fills the air,
in the corner,
skin and hair.

Legion swarms of fallen angels,
demons now consumed,
with no one following the light,
humanity simply meets its doom.

Swirling bats and dusk
clicking echolocation
above the blue pool
in the verdant east Texas pine trees

Mars and Saturn
rise above the treeline
as a fast moving satellite
streaks by from south to north

Cicada calls surround
as the frogs join in
raucous cacophony
of insects and reptiles

I sit on the deck
sipping margarita on the rocks
and watch and listen
to natures show, as I drip dry

Golden seams
on blue backgrounds
climbing toward the sky
shiny baubles
like stars in the sky
highlight the natural
curved beauty
provided by
her genes

Cinnamon, ginger
nutmeg and clove
there she is
in front of the stove

Slaps my hand
as I try to taste
its a shame
this time to waste

Heating up
by the minute
I can't wait
to get up in it

Syrupy sweet
juices flowing
the ovens heat
has it glowing

I slip in a finger
to her surprise
I just can't wait
to taste the pie

How I long
to add whip cream
eat it up
and lick it clean

The pie is ready
for me to eat
Oh I love
my Pumpkin's treat

Sandman went on his nightly duties
Shapeshifter, some dark others a cutie
Tonight,a tribute to David Bowie, is his mask
as he sets about his dreamy task

Once he passed sleep around
sold his drug about the town
Resting slumber highs for all
Every night he has a ball

A few people he passes up
The ones that filled their cup
with coffee or tea way too late
He lets them face their fate

With all his dealings done
way before the rising sun
He watches himself blow away
To come again the following day.

So when you see the blowing sand
be thankful, as it may be his hand
or any part of him, together will creep
that's all for now, go to sleep.

The red worm swims
in amber liquid
sugars fermented
from baked agave

Visions await
in the bottom
of the bottle
and in the body
of the worm

Demon spirit
calling me
wishing to transport
me to an ancient land
of good and evil
where the worm still crawls

The road is hot and long
but the liquid is cold and smoky
the burn deadening me to the pain
and allowing me to slip
through the veil
where the worm reigns

When I arrive
and meet the worm
I swallow him whole
he tells me to look up
I see tinted curved glass
and a ring of blue-sky
from inside the bottle
where I am trapped

Twisting, traveling tongue tastes
passionate pink parted places
easily enjoying each exceptional ester
moist muffs munched merrily

The spume piles up and blows
across the green waves
crashing movement
with no end
caused by the moon and wind
the waves will ever flow
sometimes fast and other slow

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

Shells and driftwood
Discarded flotsam and jetsam
Disposed of on life's beach
To sit and rot
And fertilize the next

Green islands afloat
Pink hyacinth blooms
Frogs playground

shapes in the sky
inspire new thoughts
a cosmic mist lifted
from the mind's eye
and inspiration sifted
from the ether

after the flames
and a little time and rain,
the greenest bit of earth emerges

Contrails drift across the full moon,
like from a Halloween witches broom,
the clouds are furrowed like a garden,
as they blow soft shadows harden.

Gleaming light from the sea of tranquility,
the smoke blows and curls with fluidity,
so bright out here no flashlight needed,
nights normal darkness has been impeded.

The campfire heats,
the soles of my feet,
wintertimes coldness,
I wish to cheat.

On this night,
so clear and bright,
let's go cuddle up
and say goodnight.

The maelstrom of the swirling drain
the ocean of life is filled with pain
keep your soul and heart afloat
stay safe and warm in loves boat

If you fall into the water of despair
surround yourself with those who care
they will throw you a life ring
and haul you in while you cling

The drive began in Donna,
at the tail end of Texas.
We mounted up and began
step one of 952 miles.

Coastal plains, the endless grass,
into scrubby mesquite trees and rolling hills.
Canyons, climbing and descending
rocks rolling under horse and cattle.

Saddle sore and travel weary
riding the endless days.
The nights, stars, moon, planets,
taking turns, watching over the herd in the darkness.

Cougars, and coyotes,
rustlers and the weather all up to no good.
Then we come up to the
streams, creeks and the mighty rivers.

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.

Chili beans, and cornbread
Hard tack to snack
My hat shields my head
from the rain, and the blazing sun.

50 men and 3000 head,
march triumphantly into Abilene Kansas.
Where the cattle are immediately loaded
into railroad cars after walking 952 miles.

Dried tracks on cheeks,
speak volumes of pain,
like thunder and lightning,
announce the rain.

Do not fear the voices,
you make the choices,
they are simply along for the ride,
you must always take them in stride.

Words vibrate heart strings,
sometimes pain they bring,
other times they touch us,
deep down in our soul,
replacing our pieces,
and work to make us whole.

Layers protect
and disguise,
the true soul,
but reflect the interior.

Climb the mountain,
of self-doubt,
until it only exists,
behind you.

Slow steady moans,
from metronomic motions,
a wandering finger,
heightens joy.

Shifting positions,
changes angles,
prolonging the inevitable,
at satisfactions end.

Now smothered by her
being fed a treat,
and then another,
as hips roll.

High gear shifted,
as pistons pound,
the noises increase,
as the red line is passed.

The cactus needles gleam in the sun
the desert wind blows a constant hum
a dust devil spins in the distance
jack rabbits scatter as a hawk dives

A pair of Gambel's quail run by
their topknots bobbing
as the sun begins to set
cicadas emerge and sing

The coyote pack joins the chorus
as the night hawk calls poor-will
and the bats swoop and eat
insects, clicking echolocation

I am annoyed by the speeding lights
of the highway in the distance and
wishing it wasn't there to disrupt
the desert evening, into night show.

caressing winds blow
bluebonnets nodding in time
the morning's song plays

Though I travel far and wide,
I never really leave her side.
Down gravel roads and interstates,
I'm never alone in my fate.

Summer's day or winter's night,
I always keep it in my sight.
Out of country or out of town,
when I think of her I cannot frown.

Wherever I am,
her heart shines bright
Like a beacon in the night,
like a laser, her love is strong.
I follow it home where I belong.

Text messages or cell phone chats,
helps me to remember that;
passion burns in the night,
feel the heat from her heart light.

Out of country or out of state,
heading home I'm never late.
Bad weather or other delay
somehow, I'll figure out a way

Wherever I am,
her heart shines bright
Like a beacon in the night,
like a laser, her love is strong.
I follow it home where I belong

Cast out your worm, Texas rigged
work the lure till you get a bite
set the hook and enjoy the fight
if not, then switch to a blue-black jig

Eyes rolled back
Rainbow bridge
Traveling to another dimension
Engulfed in warmth

Pleasure complete
for the moment
As its now my turn
To transport her
To the land of unicorns

Head squeezed
Hands pressed in
Fluids churned
Amazing taste

Gasping for breath
Both take a second
As we begin again
Climbing into one another

Lips and tongues
Hands and fingers
Bodies piston
Collapsed in passion

Peyote travels
dreamer awakens
man raven imparts wisdom
vivid images and knowledge
downloaded dreamscape
conciousness
eyes wide, fire burns,
feather in hand

Ok so you prayed
now what
you just going to sit
on the couch and pray some more

you have bills
but you have no job
you have kids
but they are wards of the state

you have wants
drugs, ***** and tattoos
but no way to pay
so you sit and pray

The prayer part is fine
but now its your turn
get up, and clean your house
wash your clothes

Put on something decent
and go out and look for a job
secure a job, and do your best
and climb the ladder if you can

Petition to get your kids back
show you've tried to turn it around
catch up your bills
and save some money

Lay off the drugs
but have a drink in moderation
as for the tattoos fine get some
but someplace you can hide them if needed

Take care of your kids
set them an example
of respect and hard work
and how to live.

Grass knee high around the house
and the paint is coming off
a snake slithers after a mouse
on the porch I hear a cough

An old man sits there
rocking forth and back
one arm missing from his chair
next to him, magazines stacked

His eyes are dark and sunken
he is as skinny as a rail
at first I thought him drunken
but his words, clear as a bell

Sonny what you doing here?
as he spied the Wendy’s sack
haven’t seen anyone in a year
wasn’t sure they was coming back

I sat down and swatted flies
and took a drink of tea
I offered him my fries
and he ate them with glee

I told him I was cruising land
to build a new highway
I asked him who he was
ignored is what he say

By the kids and the state
no one comes around
alone since the death of his mate
the birds his only sound

I walked to the truck to get a beer
when I turned around
there was no one near
no house and no man, just an earthen mound

The mouse ran by as my mouth hung
the snake still close behind
a lonely bird song sung
I wonder if I lost my mind

The red clay mound
covered with straw of pine
Jameson Pounds
written on a fallen sign

Music is my rhythm muse
sometimes though it blows a fuse
as the bass down beat rains
fries the cells inside my brain

Then I become like cypress hill
always looking for a thrill
or maybe more like Sting
or maybe its more like Bing

Crooning low and slow
all the ladies feel my flow
and they snap along in time
dropping ******* on a dime

Up on shoulders, concert scream
I think I'm living in a dream
But I'm singing in my car
not really being a rock-star

I'm a legend in my mind
an undiscovered gem, a find
Except on nights at the bar
Karaoke time I'm a star

Chicken, fried,
and collard greens,
with bacon and onions,
a pinch of sugar and salt.

Sweet Tea,
brewing in the sun,
and homemade pies cooling,
in the springtimes window.

The smell of cornbread,
baking up golden crisp,
buttered and honeyed,
a *** of pintos bubbling.

Children run and play
in their Sunday's best,
while mother's fuss,
about not getting *****.

Ham, and blackeyed peas,
green and congealed salads,
all brought out,
red and white checked cloth.

Sunday lunchtimes,
after church,
potlucks of yore,
I miss the desserts.

Freedoms spell cast,
blended into wine,
reasons and explanations,
distilled into, "it's not our time."

One final word,
two final kisses,
tears falling,
more than three.

I close the door,
the engine purrs,
the highways call,
I will no more.

I moved emphatically toward the cabinet,
opened the door and removed the bottle.
My eyes took in the details, the summer home
the trees naked in winter, the view awesome.

Solid black, with golden embellishments
opened the top and poured three fingers
a couple of ice cubes, and a wedge of lime
Sat down in my chair, to enjoy, the drink

Silence surrounds me as the heat burns
down my throat and sets my mind at ease
two swallows, the glass is empty
not half full or half empty, dry

Back for a refill, and another lime
the tartness puckers my lips
I smell the glass this time
enjoying the varied notes

Warm sea air, and baked bread
with the toasted nuts at the end.
I swallow once again, not to **** pain
but to feel thoroughly alive and well

Finished again, another fill
skip the ice, and the lime
cheeks beginning to numb
and thoughts crystallize.

Cooing white wing doves
singing of cicadas
deep voiced croaking of bullfrogs
tapping of woodpeckers

The clicking of beetles
the chirping of crickets
the tapping of booklice
natures sounds as I sit quiet

Humming birds acrobatically fly by
the green shine of emerald ash borer
the orange fiddle of the black widow
red fuzz of the velvet mite

Barn owls begin to hoot
the calling of the scaled quail
scurrying ground squirrels
dart from hole to hole

Tranquility as afternoon ends
sitting still and silent
enjoying natures show
undisturbed

Dreamed, driven, dropped, dipped and departed
left behind, used like a fast food napkin
muscles strained
thoughts and pain
stream from her head and other places
wondering how this could happen
left alone in the woods
like an animal
desecrated, demoralized and discarded

Red hair
Blue eyes
Long thin neck
Cute earlobes detached

Small hollow at the throat
Winter white skin
Usually bronze in the summer
A few freckles working down

A pair of small beautiful *******
Capped with petite ruby *******
Flat stomach
Lovely innie button

Red curls not too thick
Pink flower
Tastes and smells terrific
A beautiful bouquet

Long legs
A child hood scar here and there
Thin ankles
Cute feet and toes

Heels she fusses about
More long legs
Tickle the back of the knee
Up past the thighs, between a peek of the prize

Tight round mounds of each cheek
Skin unblemished
A single eye winks at me
Give it a slap and pinch

Lower back give it a rub
Follow the spine on up
A freckle here and there
Beautiful shoulders same red hair

Down one arm, freckles
Cute hand glossy green nails
Across the chest, tease a breast
The other hand same as the first

Up the arm, a large scar here
Elbow broken and pinned
Monkey bar injury as a kid
Back to the top

Soft lips
Mine to kiss
Cute chin
Always a grin

The stars call
But we can never answer
We can but look
But never visit

Fuzzy beautiful images
Sent back for study
By machines
With names of great ones
Long since dead

Swirling nebulae
The most beautiful colors imagined
In shapes of horsehead and *****
Butterflies and other fantastic creatures

Stars form connect the dot pages in the sky
Named for Greek myths', and animals
Pleiades, Orion, Pegasus, Andromeda
Ursa major and minor, Cygnus

The deep field picture
Show us the breadth of the universe
Galaxy upon galaxy
Rings, and helix, and discs

Planets we discover, the possibilities
But we just know they are there
Because of a wobble, or a dimming
Of the star they orbit

Light years separate us from our quarry
Unsurmountable distances
With today's technology
Perhaps some day

The ridges of Tycho reach out,
through the miles and the nothing,
ancient dreams beckon remembrance.

Lakes of historic pasts flood,
drowning memories of today,
now reflecting on sister oceans.

Moods and tides,
pulling emotions to the side of madness,
as throaty howls ring out

Light mirrored shows only one side,
the other perpetually in darkness,
two sides of a coin, never flipped.

A calling in the fullness,
dynamic music plays in my ears,
a promise in the night.

A sly cheshire grin,
to fully blocking the sun,
when it's eye opens at the right time.

A foreboding,
a promise of growth,
and worshipped in the night

Fire up the grill
its time to thrill
Tastebuds on tongues
Seasonings flung

Rub it all on
Garlic and tarragon
Butter and thyme
The smell is divine

Lemon squeeze.
Sure to please
Wrap it in foil
Pleasure in toil

Coals glowing red, look
Ready to cook
Hear the sizzle and pop
Pop open a top

El pacifico with lime
Helps **** the time
Now asparagus with dill
Goes down on the grill

Out comes parslied rice
Will pair really nice
Asparagus is ready
Salmon aroma is heady

Get your plate
Don't be late
Labor day dinner
Sure was a winner

The U.S. is circling the drain
the foreseeable future is all pain
founding values trampled down
leaders think they wear a crown

History erased without fail
all of them should go to jail
cops attacked for being one
looters rewarded, cannot stun

Because you might infringe their rights
even though they burn their city at night
illegals favored all of the time
criminals, when they crossed the line

The media lies as it creates
the evening news to suit its taste
the President rules through pen and phone
congress, just watches, leaves him alone

The Taxpayers though are under attack
most of their paycheck is taken back
to fund the ones who do not work
and secret projects in the murk

Around and around the drain we go
the final flush comes, but when we do not know
where the dreaded tube may lead
it is likely all will bleed

In the turmoil of the new
let’s hope it’s better than the stew
that we are in currently boiling in now
but some will take a solemn vow

To return the constitution to its place
and hopefully we win the race.

To Quote Extreme (Politicalw
Low information voters
in a liberal state of mind
don't care about the murders
they think she is divine

Easily offended folks
don't care about emails
or the fact that others
for this have gone to jail

Those on the government dime
have already been bought and sold
while taxpaying hard workers
are left out in the cold

Healthcare costs keep rising
thanks to so called affordable care
those paying attention
are far beyond scared

Over run by foreign refugees
because of Saudi Arabian money
will be the end
of the American honey
Just a bit of Political fun

The Stars at night are camouflage,
to hide the fact we're in a garage,
trapped in a tote that's plastic clear,
stored safely away, have no fear.

An experiment started and left to run,
checked now and then to see if done,
no known hypothesis or a theory,
may not be a true science query.

Just a bit of ooze left to grow,
and evolve into what, we do not know,
stressors added and sometimes food,
a good shake given to change the mood.

Just upright mice trapped in a cage,
viewed on a microscope stage,
self-deluded that we're the best,
but we've never even seen the rest.

Perhaps one day we'll know the truth,
but will we recognize the proof,
that we are but an accident,
not even a grand experiment.

There is a monster in my head
that is always famished
I feed it books and TV shows
but it is never satisfied

I don't believe
clothes make the man
but I can usually tell,
from the shake of his hand

Eyes meet and a firm grip
a single shake or two
is the hand shake I expect
if you want me to respect you

A limp and cold dead fish
is the handshake of a fake
and introducing myself
is instantly a mistake.

A snow melt stream
won't be here long
cuts a path through life
going fast and strong

Each flake that melts
increases pace from slow
making personality
changing reflection and flow

Sometimes muddy
at times clear
temperatures change
as spring time nears

When at last
it finally dries
or into a river
over a waterfall at last it flies

Emotions strained,
heart inflamed,
soul strings plucked,
am I in luck?

Neurons working overtime,
blinding me to all her crimes.
Hormones pumping,
excitement jumping.

Goosebumps at the slightest touch,
didn't know I could feel so much.
All let out, with no shielding,
Is it lust or love that's building?

No matter which right now,
I just need, to know how?
How do I proceed,
to let her know, its her I need!

I move in for our first kiss,
she leans in no way to miss;
electric spark at the meeting,
I'm just glad my hearts still beating

tangled passion
fluids intermingle
animalistic combination
insatiable power

lips mashed
bodies pressed
lust ignited
there is no enough

****** combustion
full blast collision
gas pedal floored
libido explosion

wrecked
sheets tangled
arms and legs akimbo
gratification and satisfaction

Dollars and cents,
that make no sense,
the market bubble expands,
but is not based on supply and demand.

Retirements savings and hedge funds,
like the triggers of loaded guns,
when at last the bubble bursts,
that day will be black and the worst.

Worthless dollars in Mason jars,
dug up at night under the stars,
Wall Street dead, thrown in the hole,
greenbacks burned to trap their souls.

The rich stay rich, the rest are broke,
like turning wheels and bicycle spokes.
Eventually it comes around,
accompanied by gun shot sounds.

Broken futures and broken lives,
helped by governmental lies,
wealth is shared to nth degrees,
will be like ships on an empty sea.

So be smart and stock pile,
food, guns and bullets all the while,
have a place to go and hide,
zombie hoard is coming in stride.

Once the trucks stop rolling in,
they will commit acts of sin,
killing, stealing, **** and pillage,
in every city and every village.

So be prepared and trust a few,
get ready for perpetual stew,
what you can **** goes in the ***,
what you can grow will be what?

Compounds built and alliances formed,
there will be no choice in this storm,
and if we emerge on the other side,
we'll be self sufficient and full of pride.

Strip the thorns
and adorn her hair
Pair of Roses
I breathe her air

Sweetness flows
a glow in her cheeks
She approaches me
gives me a kiss, she is not meek

Passions fire lit
wires crossed and sparks ignite
embossed by roaming hands
our molecules vibrate and excite

Our rhymes
Are on time
And our wit
Is hard to get

But your gas to my fire
Is enough to spark wires
And inspire heat

But not the kind
That burns down shanties
But the kind that excites
And slides down *******

The dry and calloused hands
of wit sharpened
and refined

The keeping of the fire
as her arousal, assured
playing with her mind

It's not a simple variance
each puzzle, a different kind of view
getting her excited, and her bra removed

No ******* and no bra
I look in wonder, stare in awe
At the statuesque beauty in front of me
My eyes capture and store what it sees

A tentative touch of skin to skin
I may not know the trouble I'm in
As thoughts turn to original sin
At this point the line is mighty thin

So I cross it with a kiss
Roam her body, no spot I miss
Friction sparks ignite the flame
Man I love to play this game

Flick of my Bic
Or of my tongue
Either way
She will squirm
From my licks
Or my words
Both can cause
Passions to burn

Tongue tip
Long **** sip
Juices flow
See the glow
Here to dine
For a time

Sliding into memories,
her scent, her feel, her remedies
Breaking bad, breaking me,
repair, a simple thought you see
Her silken hands and gentle touch, setting me forever, free

Her needs are mine, her smallest thoughts, decree
My body hers, my confusion swept, as if debris

I hold to what I know is true, there is no me, without, you....

While this usually means
What would Jesus do
I have a wiley scheme
To share another with you

Standing in the yard
Around the fire pit
Thinking we're goofs
Not getting chairs to sit

We are really cold both inside and out
I'm think this weather needs a manual
So I stand up and shout
WWJD. We want Jack Daniels.

Gentleman would be smooth
Single barrel would be better
But I'm to cold to move
Wife volunteers so I let her

She comes back with the Jack
And a stack of cups
Its okay that its old no 7 black
Friends arrive and I say what's up

We pour a round
To **** the chill we are mired
We begin to mound
More wood upon the fire

We empty the bottle with a little tear
This tradition is annual
Friend pulls out another one says have no fear
he shouts WWJD we want Jack Daniels

The whiskey, continuous pour
No one is leaving here tonight
Palletes on the floor
The sky is clear and bright

The party winds down
Our friendship is unequal
Nobody wears a frown
Forged by WWJD we want Jack Daniels

Humming giant neon signs,
flash words never spoken,
there is no rhyme but a reason,
the people's dreams are shattered.

Keep your head bowed down,
to the digital God in your hand,
you can look upon nothing,
just see the printed words.

Text your responses deep into the cloud,
the tapping keys are the only sounds
no words are heard, eye contact never made,
but games are played, in this electronic age.

Interaction has been reduced,
to photons and electrons,
projected eye to eye,
yet the truth is hidden.

The music still plays,
but it is never shared,
transmitted in to your ear,
and you dance, alone.

Oozing tears
from dry ducts
brought on by
words and fear

Indeed they are always here
but you must control, them far and near
keep them at mental arms reach
they are yours so learn to teach

Whip in hand and a chair
tame them like lions, if you dare
or submit to them to be devoured
if you let them overpower

Deeds are much more telling
words are but ideas out of mouths
or poured onto paper and screens
actions based on those words
truly tell the tale

we all feel
sometimes we heal
but not always

Here it comes once again
inspiration overcome
I pick the tokens from the ground
and flip them off my thumb

Flying in the air I see
a spinning ring of gold
while I can catch it again
it is not mine to hold

So with a heavy heart
I drop it to the ground
listening intently
to the clinking sound

As I walk away
notice the rust on my finger
gold doesn't rust
but the thought doesn't linger