Friday night, got a call from the boys
they want to go out and play with the toys
bows and guns, and rods and reels
and anything that gets steered with a wheel

Maybe toss some washers and drink a beer
I said, I don’t know, but I’ll be right here
worked all week, sort of tired I guess
just want to sit and not deal with the mess

Of packing up the stuff and hauling it out
sure don’t want to listen to all of the shouts
quiet evening, doing my favorite thing
sitting right here just breathing

Nothing
just nothing
it’s just what I need
sometimes it’s like being freed
from the hustle and bustle of everyday
I think it’s what I’m doing the rest of the day

Maybe tomorrow I’ll hang with the Guys
hooting and hollering the fun will arise
buddy said "here, hold my beer"
it’s about to be the story of the year
swinging off the tire and into the lake

Later on that evening eating a steak
hot off the grill and a potato that’s baked
stories are flowing and so is the *****
Sunday morning I’ll need to go back on my cruise

Of Nothing
just nothing
it’s just what I need
sometimes it’s like being freed
from the hustle and bustle of everyday
I think it’s what I’m doing the rest of the day

Echoing cicada calls,
shatter the deafening silence,
brown oak tree leaves flutter to the ground,
northern winds slowly begin to blow.

A cold front oozes in from the north,
escorting fall out the door,
snowflakes cover the ground behind it,
as it leaves its mark upon the countryside.

Squirrels scramble hiding last minute nuts,
a covey of bobwhites scurry by headed for shelter,
they disappear into the tall grass on the fenceline,
the trees, begin to sway in earnest, as the breeze changes.

Gray clouds, blot out the sun,
a blue feeling falls across my soul,
temperature dropping quickly to near freezing,
a barn owl, flies from tree to tree, looking for a hollow.

My front porch becomes inhospitable,
blowing snow begins to pile,
I retreat inside, a fire already burning,
I feed it some wood and watch winter take hold.

Awakened in a sheepskin rug
all tucked in with her and snug
a night of drinking at a friends
has brought all of that to an end

A pact in childhood had been made
that current friendship had forbade
but if an age we reached and still single
with each other, fluids mingle

Friendship gone with night of bliss
enjoyed the friction and every kiss
but for each other just not meant
and a relationship now bent

Lost touch now,  and reminisce
how different life would be if this
had taken hold and not been a fling
wondering what life would bring

But now married with two kids
life is far from on the skids
Beautiful wife, now for years
story told only over beers

Riding high up above them
listening to the chain clinking
what was I thinking
climbing way up here

Everybody thinks I'm insane
so they bind and try to hide me
somewhere institutionally
but I always escape

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

Travelled all over the planet
and discovered it's spreading
the ******* virus we're dreading
with lightning fast speed

I want to write and post
much better than most
but it is a hard game
to start playing

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

I send up ideas all the time
tied tight to balloons
released from saloons
where I have been drinking

Mental voices in my head
are asleep and deep breathing
when they should be screaming
what do you think, hit the alarm or just go on without them

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

the flag whips in the wind
my mind is full of sin
about the girl across the street
I hope to meet

I have smiled and waved
but I hadn't shaved
so I didn't do it till
they drove off

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

Perfect evening  time of year,
let's go outside and drink a beer,
relax and watch the sun go down,
the lights come on, all over town.

Nothing going on this weekend,
think I'll invite all my friends,
have some drinks and just chill,
throw some steaks out on the grill.

In the morning hit the lake,
try to get passed this headache,
watching girls in bikinis,
shaking up ***** martinis.

Summer weekends are the best,
if I don't want to I won't get dressed,
sit in my chair and watch Netflix,
or maybe write some new lyrics.

Could go outside and mow the lawn,
take a nap, or stifle this yawn,
the choices are all up to me,
come on over, hang out an see.

Speaking of sea, lets hit the beach
it's far but not beyond our reach,
road trips are always the best,
let's give our stamina a test.

Whatever we do let's make it count,
weekend fun is always paramount,
cause Monday morning back to work,
let's hope my boss is not a ****.

Flying through branches and leaves,
dodging evergreen and hardwood trees
ruffling feathers and riding the breeze
looking and searching out, nuts and seeds

On four-toed feet, I swoop in and land
dig through the litter, tossing leaves and sand
in the distance I hear the call from my band
I call back, and wait, patient, here I stand

The ****** flies in, 10 members strong
they came in response to my gathering song
a campsite is near, to raid it is wrong
its what we do, they'll not be gone long

Gathering shiny baubles, and things to eat
hipsters leave laying great tasty treats
granola, fruit and organic bits of meat
even some bread, you bet its whole wheat

We ransack the camp, it's rarely a bore
when the campers return, they will be sore
all out of food, they'll have to go to the store
we caw and fly, but do not say, nevermore!

The gorgeous smell of pecans roasting,
mixed with the sweetness of coconut toasting,
chicken breast pounded into paillards,
the grill is smoking in the yard.

Garlic minced and onion chopped,
jalapeno sliced and thrown on top,
sizzling sounds as chicken meets grill,
this is going to be a tastebud thrill.

Baby bok choy goes down now
smells better than should be allowed,
a touch of brown sugar and of soy,
this will be something to enjoy.

Sticky rice bubbles and steams,
the makings of culinary dreams,
pecans and coconut stirred right in,
the rice the base to this foodga-sm.

Jalapeno herbed chicken hot and ready,
salty sweet bok choy, hold it steady,
finish it off with ice cold beer,
don't you wish you were right here?

skies of green
in the distance blue
lightning golden
clouds of cream

rushing by in the wind
as it howls down the desert
dust kicked up
like a herd of bison

peck peck peck
grit hits the windows
and then splash
as the warm rain starts

mud flows in brown runnels
next to the gray chip driveway
a stray leaf, rides the flow
through mini class five rapids

In the silence find solace,
as it rarely lasts,
people come and go in this life,
find happiness where possible.

Grab hold of bits of light,
like catching fireflies glowing,
fleeting are the best days,
enjoy them while you can.

On the other days,
use them to know yourself,
to get thoughts in order,
and write your feelings.

These days, when looking back,
archived and stored,
in rhyme and verse,
may be great in hindsight.

Occasional snow on desert sand,
Multicolored Christmas lights dot the land,
Green Chile stew and biscochitos,
Its the holidays in new Mexico.

Tumbleweeds stacked and painted white,
Decorated as a snowman, quite a sight,
Top hats, scarves, gloves and faces,
buttons and even boots with laces.

Ristras of chiles wrapped around trees,
the smell of pork roasting floats on the breeze,
Tamales by the dozen, ready to eat,
So tasty and spicy, what a treat.

A bit of eggnog and the choir singing,
luminaries lit and churchbells ringing,
Santa Claus in red and white,
ready for a Christmas Eve night.

Here I am once again, following demand
upon the back and chasing wind
this time joined by my band
we fly formation toward their end

Silent wings rip the air
golden eyes glow in the dark
in an unblinking stare
and inside an internal spark

The refugees at the beginning of the plain
have built thatched huts, escape the wind
to move them on, we add some pain
eventually to our will they will bend

Dragons breath sets huts alight
as the villagers run in fear
they stumble into the night
as we continue to steer

Our phalanx regroups in the sky
blotting out the stars
another pass we prepare to fly
streaks fire of than can be seen from afar

Dragons and riders fan formation
dressed in armored battle gear
Village guards, abandon stations
and all run and scream in fear

Herd and herd we continue
to move them on for miles
until at last, from tired sinew
we abandon burning piles

Headed for the roost we fly
and into our castle keep
Imagining villages cry
as we climb so steep

On the hill, I stand,
looking over city lights,
the false constellations shine,
drowning out true stars bright.

The red serpent travels between,
flashing here and blinking there,
an uninterrupted trip,
but never going anywhere.

Gold and green sparkles,
changing at planned intervals,
in one spot a swirling circle,
spinning pure centrifugal.

Looking up now at the noise,
and more lights streaming by,
the jetliner move in slow motion,
disappears into grounding skies.

Liberties taken daily
by governments in life
the pen flows for now
until it is censored in the night

Blackmail and extortion
seems to rule the day
If you are not down
then you cannot play.

Some jailed, others praised
for breaking the same laws
special treatment for some
is a major flaw.

Bought and paid for
through cash or through fear
to run a country this way
is a poor way to steer

Strangled thoughts ricochet around,
screaming silence muted sound,
lost inside the synaptic pulses,
like a myriad of combined song versus.

My feet move unbidden,
to only sounds that are hidden,
deep inside my skull and brain,
falling on me like gentle rain.

cosmic knowledge
diffused in the universe
osmotically absorbed
by selected people

universal truths
shared with humanity
from the mouths
of geniuses

changing the world
and history
and moving humans
toward a new phase

Over sarcoline sand, I stare,
it is dotted here and there,
fulvous and falu umbrellas impaled,
the smaragdine waves try but fail.

Over and over it tries to stay,
while on the beach the children play,
burned to shades of amaranth pain,
and suddenly cooled by afternoon rain.

My eyes are trapped by the coquelicot,
her bikini color, on her yacht,
I watch and yearn as it cruises by,
a single tear streams from my eye.

But I wipe it away and take a drink,
the chartreuse liquid lets me think,
the taste of citrus, and of salt,
down the beach, my eyes do walk.

The flies fly relentlessly,
all around my head,
I swat at them repeatedly,
but its as if my hands are lead.

Three of them around me,
another 5 are in the room,
flitting here and landing there,
and by my eyes the zoom.

They land on my shoulder,
they do not cause me pain,
but I am thoroughly annoyed,
they are driving me insane.

The incessant buzzing,
one just crawled into my nose,
landing on my monitor,
they sit in a repose.

Way back in the East Texas pines,
out of Nacogdoches, one hell of a time,
temperature was pushing 103,
in the shade sitting has her hand on my knee.

Feet swing free from the truck tailgate,
Radio plays The Fireman by George Strait,
Naconiche creek, sings along nearby,
day starts to fade, not a cloud in the sky,

As the sun sets and crickets sing,
fireflies dance in the summer heat,
swirling stars, fallen from the sky,
hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

Grab a beer from  the cooler, turn around and she's gone,
a trail of clothes towards the creek, I follow along,
the radio changes to big John Cash,
up ahead I hear a giggle and the sound of a splash.

She hollers out, I'm feeling wild and free,
boy kick off your boots and join me,
shedding clothes I dive in for a dip,
I come to the surface and find her lips.

The sun has set and crickets sing,
fireflies dance in the summer heat,
swirling stars, fallen from the sky,
hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

Cooled off and wet, now tangled up in the truck,
Daft Punk and Pharrel sing a song about luck,
golden flecks from outside reflect in her eyes,
I've found the love of my life, I suddenly realize.

The night continues and crickets sing,
fireflies dance in the summer heat,
swirling stars, fallen from the sky,
hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

Hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

(I was happy laying there)
(You picked me up, I thought you care)
In the pocket dropped inside
with other stones flat, round and wide

Walking around the lake shore
having fun, not any chore
(With my friends we go for a ride)
(We were selected, we think with pride)

A good flat spot, with good footing
where I can really plant and fling
(Hand comes I am selected)
(I wonder why I was elected)

Rock in hand I ready to fling
(I feel the fingers measuring)
Let it go watch it skip
(I bounce on waves and bite my lip)

(I come to a stop and start to sink)
20 times the best I think
(Down in the deep and darkness fall)
I am going to skip them all

( I have been here before)
(Many years of washing ashore)
So much fun skipping stones
(Well here I am all alone)

( I would drown if I needed breath)
( I wonder if this is like death)
I skipped them all I need more
(Guess Ill start my many year chore)

(To get back up on the bank)
If I get muddy mom will spank
( I guess the work is not a crime)
Got to go its dinner time

Encountered memories
                     flash through my mind
                                         forming a basis
on how to proceed

A kiss is but a kiss
             but sometimes fraught with meaning
                                           and changes everything past it
for better or worse

No way to know
             so go ahead
                       pursed lips
ignite passion

Mornings light reveals an empty bed
                                   an answer to a question
                                                         hope springs eternal
even if it sets us up

In free fall, emotional spiral,
                 toward the spinning singularity
                                                 headed off by a smile
and a giggle

A robe wrapped thing of beauty
                                   comes back in the room
                                                       with two cups of coffee
and the glue for my emotions

Pleasant confusion in the multicolored LED's,
blinking blue icicles, dangle dangerously,
threatening to fall and pierce my eyes,
I would move, however, I am stuck in a snow angel.
Or rather, a snow angel stuck me here.

Eggnog showed me the way, held my hand in its mug handle,
as for the snow angel, she is hiding in the cave in the
snowdrift somewhere below me.
Laughing hysterically.

Santa and Frosty are also here,
grinning cherubically at my situation,
yet they offer no help, despite my pleas.
Slowly I begin to feel the Christmas Spirit.

Rudolph finally helps me out of the drift,
his red nose blinking wildly as I pull on his halter,
I stagger to my feet and stand to people clapping,
they begin to sing Silent night, as I go in the house.

As my third eye opens
what had been seen is truly revealed,
normal people sitting side by side,
with demons that are unseen, yet felt,
as no one enters their location.

Some people glow, an angelic light,
others the raw and oozing black of pestilence,
true nature revealed, though some I wish I had not seen,
in normal sight, the truest beauty is underneath the ugliest,
dangerous and evil.

The soul ******* vampire in the corner,
tries to hide when she realizes she has been seen,
her veil of glamour no longer hides her true nature,
the man on her arm has no idea that he is being fed upon,
slowly, and surely she absorbs his life energy.

The one I try most to ignore, however,
sits on the seat next to me, as every day,
a friend, who doesn't know his true nature,
a sweet friend and husband and father,
who oozes red, and a ghostly knife resides in his hand.

I pray that he never uncovers his true nature,
and the human nurture wins out,
The witchy woman across from me is indeed as described,
she winks at me and grins a knowing smile.

The pain burns me
acid rain of life and love
a stain, newly formed on life's map
torn veins liquid
slowly drains

But not blood
in this flood
loves plasma
donated to the miasma
and lessons learned
we continue to yearn

Email, Facebook, messages, and chats,
no one talks, typing is where it's at,
I just cleaned out my contact list,
wonder what that means I'll miss.

Stylized initials on the wall
the smell of paint
and the hissing of the spray
as I walk upon the artist

Looking at the tag
I think this guy gets around
as I have seen his mark
on bridges, down alleys
and on multiple train cars

I can never quite make out
the curves and curly cues
the artist looks at me
with a with a mischievous grin

I ask what does it say
he says quest
instantly I can now see it
the artistry is evident

The q and u melded into one
the e and s on there sides stacked
and the cursive t
blues and greens and silvers

Outlined in red
and again in black
like old and new blood
flowing and dried

And the quest, I ask?
simply to live the art he says
and puts his earphones back in
and the bass thump takes over

Quest, graffiti on my alley dumpster
beautiful art
and a beautiful thought
till the city paints it over, dull gray

Her body's curves
excite my passion
riling up my heat

At one with the
slithering coils and
serpentine dreams

Inspiration found in her treasure
sensations send me higher

Flowing thoughts delve deep
into a well of lust
never to see bottom
every emotion belongs to her

Random foods in a basket
to create something,  I am tasked
Appetizers and entrees and even desserts
in a very short time, is all kinds of work

But I chop and mince and bake and braise
and serve it all up and hope for some praise
sometimes a winner and others a flop
hope for the best and not get chopped.

Shattered and destroyed
pieces of my heart
shimmer on the ground
in the suns light

I cannot see
for I am shrouded
in the darkness of
loss and pain

Questions remain
as they always do
did it have to be this way
who is to blame

there is no easy answer
sweep up the pieces
and stitch them back together
as life goes on as does the opportunities

That another is out there
waiting and looking for me
as I wait and look for them
perchance we will meet

Existence is futile,
here for a moment,
then cast out
into the cosmos.

Remembered briefly
by those we touch,
then their fire too,
burns out.

Ashes in the wind,
grains of sand,
blown about,
never to re-form.

But the essence
lives on,
impulses swirl,
through the dark matter.

Searching for a host,
no knowledge of time,
memories retained,
but inaccessible.

the sun sings out loud
as the horizon is crept
daytime crescendo

Ipad light illuminates
a beautiful face
blue eyes glow
leaning on pillows
as a long lean finger
traces a path on the screen
like her love has done
across my heart

Nonsensical gibberish
is your wish
flights of fancy
makes you feel dancy

Mentally soaring the sky
feeling exceedingly high
emus flying though
I don't think so

Scraped their knees
with tears and pleas
when they fell down
onto the ground

Crashed and burned
on their return
from running and trying
but no wings for flying

Bandaged and embarrassed
from busting their ***
a whole roll of gauze
from hips to claws

Hair pulled back into a pony tail,
she walks the crowd not being seen,
everything she tries and fails,
at least to her, that's the way it seems.

Lost in the groove of guitar town,
tries covering up the fear with *****,
when everyone laughs and smiles, she frowns,
in the middle of the night you must choose.

A tune drifts in from the alley
a beautiful voice slurrs.

In this place their are no winners,
only people just trying  to get by,
the holier than thou are still sinners,
and even fallen angels long to fly.
Death pursues us all,
no matter how we run,
so just hear my call,
and try to have some fun.

She search's through the mist,
for the man who sings the song,
but the alleyway is empty
but she knew this all along.

She tightrope walks sanity,
though she hears them all,
not understanding, but giving into vanity,
she dresses herself up, and heeds the call.

All alone she stands,
in pools of neon light,
she walks into the bar,
with the open mic.

And she sings.


In this place their are no winners,
only people just trying  to get by,
the holier than thou are still sinners,
and even fallen angels long to fly.
Death pursues us all,
no matter how we run,
so just hear my call,
and try to have some fun.

I tripped the life fantastic
And fell upon my face
Was put into my place
And teased with silk and lace

Living la vida loca
Is a hard thing to do
Bit off more than I could chew
And sometimes i got *******

A ride on the fantastic voyage
Filled with *** and lust
Many hearts did I bust
Now my soul is full of rust

Eat drink and be merry
I was a huge fan
Was my master plan
But now I understand

Naked vision of beauty,
as she lays in the tub,
red hair floating at her shoulders,
pert ******* reach out from the water.

Soap bubbles glide and pop,
along long legs lathered,
green painted toes breathe air.
I long to get in,
but it's time to go to work.

You say red, I say fire
copper, I say wire
you say Beach, bikini
pain, I say my knee

You say ghost, I say cool
gun, I say tool
work, I say no
you say fishing, I say lets go

Eggs, I say scramble
you say Vegas, I say gamble
karaoke, lets sing
you say phone, I say let it ring

You say fly, I say  drive
run, survive
you say steak, I say rare
truth, I say dare

Love, I say wife
how long, life
you say ***, I say please
hug, I say squeeze

Finished, done
game, I say fun
you say question, I say why
you say exit,  I say goodbye

Dripping drops, dripping drops,
a puddle here and there,
crimson and fading to black,
the pinestraw congealing.

The shadowed form stares,
back down the tunneled trees,
a torturous silhouette standing,
moonlight shines, but cannot identify.

A demon loose in the pines,
branching out to barren land,
but returning to his lair,
leaving a luring trail.

Do not follow the dripping drops,
smeared here and there,
if you do, your bones too,
will reside upon the pile.

Showered clean and shaved smooth
Standing in front of the mirror
Hair blown dry and styled
Her make up immaculate

Bare ******* bounce as she reviews
Her bodies curves and crevices
She slips on white linen dress
With nothing underneath

Stepping outside in the cool
She is a vision to behold
******* ******* pert *******
Upturned and on display

Short red hair
Reveals a shapely neck
Long tanned legs
Red high heels

Hand up for a taxi
3 stop and stare
She climbs in one
Says take me anywhere

I do not need a building of brick and stone
I don’t need a preacher, in fact I can alone
I don't need a congregation sitting on a pew
I can even do it while sipping on a brew
I don't need a choir to sing me a song
I don't need any of this to worship right along
I don't need a communion wafer or some juice or wine
I can talk to god alone and get along just fine

The outdoors is the best of churches
at the lake on the dock catching little perches
my fellow members are the animals around
they move all around me, barely make a sound
my choir is the birds, now they can carry a tune
from, the little titmouse, mocking bird and even the loon
communion is the harvest, deer, turkey, quail, dove or fish
to Cook it up and serve it to my family is my wish

Outside alone enjoying the quiet and the solitude
up in my tree stand relaxed and subdued
the wind blows through the leaves; it is the voice of god
he doesn't have a lot to say, but I listen and nod
I understand to help others and do the best I can
to teach my family, every kid, woman and man
that they too should live by the golden rule
and to not act like the backside of a mule

I was given a brain and the ability to think
and I should use that gift, not let it shrink
I can pray for this and that but that's not how it works
he helps those who help themselves, in all of us it lurks
the ability to be the best we can possibly be
I learned all of this while sitting in tree
with bow in hand and a squirrel nearby on a limb

He was sitting quietly watching me watch him.
so when you are in church on Sunday, know that I am too
but I will be out in what he created, under skies of blue
by myself, or with my wife and kids, and maybe friends as well
don’t think that because I'm not in church with you I'm going to hell

We’re tired of the ‘Rona,
the numbers keep on rising,
no one is sure if they are true,
but wearing masks they’re still advising.

We’re tired of the Race Bating,
all the colors can be friends,
but with looting and riots,
there seems to be no end.

We’re tired of law enforcement,
always under attack,
they are here to help all of us
red, brown, yellow, white or black,

We’re tired of the politics,
the far left and the distant right,
a house divided can never stand,
and now mostly out of spite.

We’re tired of offending,
with everything we say,
grow some thicker skin,
or shut up and go away.

We’re tired of the flag burning,
if you don’t like it here then leave,
go back to where you came from, or where you want to be
when you’re gone, just know, that none of us will grieve.

We’re tired of the media lies,
about all these things,
pouring gasoline on the fires,
and tugging all our strings.

In the darkness in between,
of true love and and lust I sing,
breathy songs with gasping spasms,
creeping tongues and *******.

With fingers that travel over her lands,
exploring everywhere with both hands,
warming breaths on silky skin,
burning pyres of original sin.

Building toward volcanic eruption,
with all the powers of seduction,
whispered lovings cooed in an ear,
intentions made crystal clear.

Engorged lips pressed together,
now teasing with a feather,
ice cubes melt and dripped along,
extending verses of this song.

Harmonies entered as one voice,
higher now, we have no choice,
baseline bumping, shaking walls,
setting up the chorale call.

The chorus hits hard and fast,
finale is soon cannot last,
our music made and instruments spent,
we wonder where the night time went.

Transmogrification
  rarely occurs
  leaves us wishing
  for myths and stories
  to come true

Fantasy and Sorcery
magical beings and wands
escape provided
do not become entrapped

Smarter than that
but angels and fairies
I do believe in, even
potions and magic

Dreams brought to life
fae and dragons
haunt the hollows
of our pillows
and the forests
of our hair
until they fade
as we begin to wake
at daybreak

Awake now,
peek into the magic mirror on the wall
noticing white streaks among the blackness in her hair
only to mean the angels have left feathers from there wings

Flickering tongues
orange glow
underneath
blue

White hot
radiating red
occasional sparks
of green

Crackling bits
ascend glowing
copper bits
in the wind

White rabbit smoke
chases me
around the pit
in changing swirls

Spinning in circles
rotisserie warm
against the coming
winter

The cooler lid is a bad place to sit
Somebody’s always wanting into it
After cold beer, water or coke
Pretty sure some think it’s a joke

When I get settled and sat back down
Here they come right back around
Gotta get up like a **** seesaw
I’m pretty sure it’s a character flaw

Bothering me when I’m chilling here
Can’t even take a sip of my cold beer
Up and down all night long
One thing for sure my legs get strong

I’m a pretty smart it’s one of my traits
Next time I’ll sit on the truck tailgate
Or bring a bag chair so I can relax
And drink my beer and eat my snacks

Sitting around, joking or singing a song
You all know, it won’t be long
Before somebody else has a seat on the lid
And my beer is empty and god forbid
I need in the cooler.

Blue and white and lots of green,
filling up the two-track scene,
deep in Texas in the spring,
so many memories do this bring.

The gentle smell of smoke
I watch it curl out of crystal
and slowly snake
towards the ceiling

The flickering light
casting moving shadows
across the room
bringing darkness to life

The sound of thunder
in the distance
and the dripping rain
falling on the sidewalk

The green oil
in its container
slowly drawing
up the wick

Providing light
and comfort
to the family
huddled around

Time is dripping from the clock,
slowly filling up our lock,
as we float we slowly rise,
hopefully, there is a future prize.

On the day that it has filled,
our current life we will yield,
flowing into the next stream,
like shifting places in a dream.

Sizzle, pop, and steam,
the butter melting is a dream,
the earthy smell of olive oil,
added as I begin to toil.

Garlic smashed and onion diced,
thrown in with jalapeno spice,
into the pan to saute
this meal is underway.

Add the shrimp and smell the sea,
turning pink as you can see,
the smell of licorice from anise seed,
my hunger is in screaming need.

Unlid the rice and yellow steam,
from the saffron trapped sunbeam,
carrot raisin slaw, smell the sweet,
will play off of the peppers heat.

Shrimp scampi and saffron rice,
pineapple ring and slaw is nice,
Finish it off with tiramisu,
smell the coffee, taste the brew.

Muddy waves crash
further out
turn to green
and then to blue
on the horizon

As I sink
the clear blue
fades to twilight
and then to inky
blackness

Twinkling bioluminescence
is the only light
the pressure builds
I am being squeezed
in a giant fist

Suddenly
compacted
as my final
bubbled breaths
ascend toward the sun

I am washed clean
and merge into
the depths
and darkness
of the ocean floor

Handfuls of joy,
wrapped up in lace,
serpentine curves,
a pleasure to trace.

Removing her layers,
back to her core,
like peeling peaches,
your just want some.more.

Smooth tan skin,
capped in pink,
unleashing her beauty,
I stare with no blink.

The smell of perfume,
the taste of her skin,
with warm exhaled breaths,
and then I begin.

Exploring her slopes,
circling around,
my tongues an explorer,
searching base to the crown.

When at last my mouth,
envelopes the prize,
she let's out,
pleasured moans and sighs.