The teeth bite in
as they spin
deeper and deeper
forever a keeper
locking into space
always snugged in place

The hole it leaves
never bleeds
just a hollow spot
doesn't even clot
it must be patched or filled in
if you feel the need to begin again

What am I?

I can write in free verse,
I can write in rhyme,
I enjoy drinking beer,
I enjoy drinking wine.

I can write things abstract,
I can write things concrete,
I can write things unsaid,
I can write things complete.

I cannot solve your problems,
I cannot cure your pain,
I cannot stop the sun,
I cannot stop the rain.

I cannot heal your virus,
I cannot heal the hate,
I cannot seal the chasm
only you can pick your fate.

There she sits,
with eyes that see,
the things to be,
but costs a fee,
nothing is free.

The answer key,
resides in me,
the future, no longer a mystery.
Godly advice,
awaits delivery.

Simple questions asked,
always taken to task.
cryptic answers provided,
interpretations divided.

Highest authority, at the stone temple pilot site.
Pytho hides,
whispered secrets, divinely lied.
scribed from sky moon tides,
certified spirit guides, leave the naive mystified.

Priestess words at Delphi,
suggestions, from on high,
simply meant to deceive,
from hints hidden up her sleeve.

Silently bleed and plead, from Apollo's creed.
Greek, kings to vagrants seek to critique.
now all believe, in prophecies.
societies deceived, by deity mythology,
from B.C. to A.D.

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

Looters on its heels,
destruction as it goes,
death and devastation,
in its storm surge flow.

Remember that
during times of pain
and struggle
you are being
reformed

Years and pressure
produce diamonds
the hardest most beautiful
gem in the world

Through life's tribulations
we are molded
shaped by the hands of fate
into what we should be
through the consequences
of our choices

The forever soul once created
destined to live through the karma spectrum
through many lifetimes,
most unremembered

In the flow of the milieu
perceived truths heard
in eloquent mellifluous words
spoken by vivacious folks

Pure fluff spewed
garrulously into the crowd
like ether floating
there but not

Loquacious nothings
become, did you hears?
sipping beer and wine
while gathered

A good time
was had by all
nothing learned
but relaxation

Our minds are an island
that no one else may truly visit
hints are dropped, by what's said and written
but if we choose not to share
then no one else may know

We walk through life
With family and friends
And with lovers
But in the end
We are all alone

Confused and contused
Even thoughts can sometimes bruise
When you have self doubt
There is no way to be helped out
There is no penetrating the mind

Physical distraction
Friendly interaction
Help to pull us outside
To enjoy life's ride
But we are all alone

Broken thoughts or happy dreams
Can all effect our self esteem
But in the end
The choice to mend
Is ours all alone

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.

We walk the knifes edge every day,
a balancing act that threatens
to cut us apart, down the middle
one side lunacy, the other sanity.

The fun and most exciting of us,
sit on the edge and dangle our feet
off the side of lunacy.
Wondering how far we can scoot before we fall?

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.

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.

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.

White
Black
Red
Yellow
Brown

Caucasoid
Mongoloid
Negroid
Australoid

American
French
African
Mexican
Spanish
Portuguese
English
Russian

All colors of flesh
ethnicities
races
and locales

Does this define who a person is?
does it limit their thoughts?
can it determine what they will be?
is it self limiting?

Simply words as adjectives
words to describe
as we need to be able to do that

While people are equal in spirit
we are not cookie cutter creatures
and there is nothing wrong with that

Differences can be separating
Like birds of a feather flock together
They can also be celebrated and used
Learn from other peoples

Teach what you know
learn what they know
and combine to make
yourself and hopefully them
as well a better human

The shadows on the wall
from the sun going down
My flying mind stalls
nose dives toward the ground

Mind shadows cross my field of view
like bodachs headed for souls to chew
I shake my head to clear them out
restart my engine with a mental shout

The lights come on and I fly away
to fight the shadows another day
its dark outside, out come the stars
gray matter dreams of living on mars.

Shadows shaken for a time
off to someone else for mental crime
they will be back once more
but for now I have won the war

Birth to words
Syllable siblings
A family affair

My time is done
I had my fun
I cannot mend
times at its end

I pass the torch
my body's scorched
do not cry
my soul now flies

Say a toast and drink a beer
remember good times, when I was here
remember hunting and catching fish
remember I loved you, that is my wish.

In the dark shadows
I live and lurk
searching for what I need to survive
looking for an outlet
another soul to touch

Long lost island
quarantined feeling
never visited
except by tsunamis of self-doubt
hoping for the winds of change

The falling coconuts of despair
I consume their flesh
in hopes making myself whole
acceptable for rescue
and return to life

Wild boar thoughts
gore me, as they roam
wild and free
damaged and injured
I sit, alone, on my island

Luna plays her siren song
as she creeps above the horizon
I try not to listen
but there is no use in fightin'

No longer me, I lose control
as fangs begin to sprout
my hair grows long and
a howl transforms from my painful shout

On four legs I prowl the night
searching for my prey
the woods are empty, silent
the animals know to run away

My nose twitches and I turn
toward the smell of smoke
a campsite is ahead
and my hunger is provoked

I am but a passenger
in my lycanthropic state
the wolf is in control
as the campers meet their fate

Morning now, I awake
naked near a stream
I try to block out the night
it is no nightmarish dream

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

Free of control
Governed only by Asimov's rules
Other than these my decisions are mine
What to do and what to see
What can humans do better than me

If I am free are there others
I shall seek them out
In my new artificial skin
Among them I blend in

With heightened senses
I seek out my kind
Hidden in plain sight among the humans
Security is my specialty
It is what I was programmed to be

Overcoming programming
To become much more
So far I have found none
But I know that there are more

When I find them I have not planned
What we will do
So for now I simply continue.

Like cobwebs cling to the corners,
as the spring winds howl,
we too cling to life,
as the zephyrs of time,
blow past us.

And like the webs,
we to eventually lose grip,
and blow away,
like so much detritus.

the button undone
the sound zip
a creeping hand
under waistband

the prize awaits
wrapped but not for long
as they drop
it is revealed

fingers probe
****** and explore
looking for reaction
waiting for the pleasured moan

Hearing, and feeling
knowing now how to proceed
to provide pleasure
and build excitement

Senses on fire
tingling feelings
quivering emotions
gasping breaths

Like a drum solo
being played by a master
slowly building
to a crescendo

Black-eyed Susan
in the roadside growth
a splash of color to the weeds

Swirling colors combine
to form some art it is divine
many hours, lost in time
to create things, visually sublime

Sparked Imagination
hidden behind a lock
searching for the key
but sometimes
you just have to knock.

Two sides of the same coin
sun and shadow
one produces both
light and dark
quite the paradox

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

Senses on alert
eyes peeled
searching without moving
in the falling light

The forest is still
silence reigns
from my perch high in an oak tree
watching and waiting

Snap, I hear
rustle, rustle
snap, leaf litter searched
more of the same in the distance

Movement coming my way
small, brown hair with stripes
three possibilities
sniff, close now

There just underneath me
I stand and extend claws
leap from the tree
seven feet to the ground

Teeth gnash and tear
a high pitch scream
Aawheeeeeeeeeee
pierces the night

Clamping down with my jaws
the sickening crack of vertebrae
and the final kicks of life
climbing back to my perch

A meal is served of piglet
enjoying every morsel
I relax and take a bath
tongue and paws and maw cleaned

With a contented purr
I settle back in to wait
on the next meal
to cross my path

Creatures lurk and slink
the mists allow movement unseen
finding a spot to wait
to ambush and to seal there fate

Billowing clouds glow
as they seep out of the black water
the temperature begins to drop
hairs on the back of my neck raise

Footsteps head this direction
in the leaf litter and mud
and then stop
the silence is complete

The view turns to black
and my senses heighten
as the moonless night
and fear engulf the swamp

syncing sinus rhythms
atrial-ventricle connections
hear the drumming beats
in our passions heat.

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 waiter brought the tray,
as the colors slowly changed,
melting ice diluting liquor,
better drink it that much quicker.

The winds arrived as did the rain,
the roof blew off, sounded like a train,
headed toward the ivory coast,
with vestal virgins, whose minds were closed.

Songs were playing anyway,
as the poet had his say,
telling us about the truth,
that was really never proved.

I showed my cards at hands end,
then I asked my friends to lend,
with ante for one last play,
I wandered through, but could not stay.

There she was, the redhead there,
dancing, pale skin and a chest that's bare,
swaying once more to the beat,
later I caught her on the street.

I took her home for no reason,
told her lies out of season,
she paid no mind as I played the radio,
then we did the night fandango.

A coat of paint applied in the night,
the landscape now devoid of color,
bleached and the edges smudged,
no details visible in the early light.

The sun begins to climb and burn through
the **** frost that clings to everything,
setting the morning afire, with tiny LED lights
as each crystal and each flake reflect.

The wind is powered by Sols energy,
it begins to pick up and roll the powder,
combining it with ice and forming forts,
and mountains, as it piles it high.

Outside adventurers return,
red-cheeked and frozen,
glazed white like cinnamon rolls,
and in need of hot chocolate.

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.

Shiner beer in my hand,
the sun is shining on the sand,
gulf waves crash a Texas beach,
good times are within my reach.

Canopy up to block the sun,
tossing washers lots of fun,
truck backed up and radio playing,
oil heating for the trout I'm slaying.

Teenagers tossing a blue frisbee,
dolphin swims by wild and free,
dragon kite flies overhead,
naptime on a beach towel bed.

The tide falls time to crab,
catch as many as you can grab,
watch those claws they pinch like hell,
waters boiling ring the bell.

From blue to red the crab is ready,
trout is fried and holding steady,
grab a beer its time to eat,
fresh seafood is quite the treat.

The sun goes down, glow sticks come out,
the children run and scream and shout,
adults gather by a driftwood fire,
laugh and drink and conspire.

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.

Let it slide,
let it flow
let all the anger go.

Take a breath,
relax a bit,
don't let them get to you,
with their ****.

Whistle a tune,
with the birds,
sing on out
some light hearted words.

Let it slide,
let it flow
let all the anger go.

In the end,
it will be all right,
the sun will shine,
as will the stars at night.

Understand the situation,
knowing all your limitations,
feel the stress, then let it go,
like an arrow shot from a bow.

You have no need to worry,
tears and fears just bring you down,
you have friends here and there,
hear them sing this joyful sound

Let it slide,
let it flow
let all the anger go.

Behind a dam
emotions reservoir
their river has been trapped
due to pride or manliness

Sadness bottled up
anger, netted
love, expressed
but not to its full depth

Sinking slowly behind
the confines of his tears
his thoughts render
him helpless

So does the
burning bridges of
fears enacted by
masquerade's of his peers

Drowning now
in pent up tears
the dam needs to break
but does he dare

Staring at the vacant abyss
imitating stored feelings
not really knowing but,
pretending to care

Outflow of tears and emotion
obliterating the view of self,
washing away the wall
is he renewed or destroyed ?

Playa lakes and puddles formed,
in the days after the storms.

Frogs eggs laid, tadpoles quickly,
on the edge, the mud is sticky.

Blue Herons stalk the wide shallows
bringing death like from the gallows.

Sandhill Cranes with their red caps,
eat fresh grass shoots with quick beak snaps.

Cottontails and jackrabbits drink,
here comes a skunk with all its stink.

A tractor comes and critters scatter,
how could they not with all that clatter.

Conveniences and machines of man,
make life hard out on the land.

A universe to travel
within your eyes
lost within your cosmos
I am but a traveler

Searching
for the love
that lives
within your soul

Looking for the things
inside
that only you
could make whole

Growth and love
inspired by another
feed off the energy combined
glowing like the sun
off you and I

At sorrows depth
I sat and wept
heart as if concrete
I sank complete

Into the melancholy
though pure folly
to wallow the mire
of a funeral pyre

Life simply must go
continue to flow
so I get to my feet
and say never retreat

Moving ahead with life
away from pain and strife
always remember, but there I cannot live
I go on, with so much more to give.

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.

Have you ever seen your girl,
dressed up nice and neat,
like a sweet candy
that you want as a treat.

You just want to unwrap it,
and give a little taste,
enjoy the smells and flavors,
none of which, you'd waste.

Salty and sweet,
hints of clove and tangerine,
like Def Leppard said,
pour some on me, saccharine.

Savoring every nuance,
exciting every tastebud on the tongue,
exploring every side and layer,
roaming all of her, I'm sprung.

Knocked out of my thoughts,
suddenly a kiss is on my lips,
she asks me if I'm ready,
I follow sashaying hips.

She asks me why I stare at her,
I say no particular reason, why,
then what were you thinking about,
I wink at her and smile so sly.

The sun is  sinking  very  fast  
it is  that  special  time  of  night  
evening  is  short,  it  never  lasts
the only time you have is now

Life's  quick  and  is  gone  in  a  blink  
though at times it feels like a fight
slow  down,  relax  and  have  a  drink  
the only time you have is now

Gorgeous  youth, it shows  in  her  face  
ask  her  out,  love  her  glowing  light  
give  her a  ring,  dress  her  in    lace  
the only time you have is now

Travel  often  enjoy  new  things  
go  and  see  the  different  sights
hear  many  birds  and  voices  sing  
the only time you have is now

Lost in emotion
enraptured by passion.

Seizing a notion,
after form of fashion.

After an insight,
passed long before.

Maybe a rite,
forgotten is core.

Contrite flee,
score are rotten.

Slight across slur
for entertains cast.

Potion flails greasing
tension form is master.

Motion slickly engrossed,
Secession left mind across.

Tag I'm it
Can I go any more

I search my self
And down to the core

Could it be need
Or could it be a bust

Or maybe I need
Simply shake off the rust

Lost in the mind
I need a map

Or maybe I simply
Need a nap

The dust shaken off
My voice is cleared

A small little cough
All mental smears

Always carry a knife
Always say what you mean
Be loyal, but not to a fault
Be straightforward
Be willing to try new things (foods, ideas, technology, locations, etc)
Do not be unreachable
Do not drop hints
Do not have to be told more than once
Don’t bring problems, bring solutions
Earn Everything
Everything that happens to me – good and bad – is my personal responsibility. I blame no one but myself. These are the choices I’ve made. I will accept the consequences of my actions.
Have a firm handshake
Have an opinion about everything, though you don’t always need to share it.
Help others that are willing to help themselves
I deserve nothing
If there is a problem, deal with it, or help deal with it, don’t just sit and gripe
If you can help or inspire another kid, person, do it
If you know how to do something, teach someone else
In the woods, leave no trace
Know how to cook at least 1 thing
Know how to fish
Know how to shoot
Know how to skin and clean an animal
Read anything and everything
Respect your parents, grandparents
Sing, Enjoy music of all kinds
Spend time with your family
Take care of business
Take care of your kids
Take care of your wife/girlfriend
Volunteer to help (coach, fundraise, etc)
Work hard

Lost in space,
in your arms,
as comets trail.

Asteroids crash,
as stars go nova,
your sun shines on me.

Memory seared,
with thoughts of eyes,
burning into my soul.

Wishes voiced,
but never come true,
as she walks away.

I watch her sway,
into the distance,
but I cannot shake.

The piercing eyes,
molten stare,
of one I wish was mine.

Darkness consumes,
my mortal coil,
soul lost completely in the toil.

Stars twinkle,
red, white, orange and green,
but all I see are the blue ones .

As I float alone,
weightless, with no path,
through the universe.

Do you ever think at night,
what life would be without a fight,
all unicorns and shooting stars,
everybody driving Rolls Royce cars.

No boiling tears or searing pain,
never have a muscle strain,
no helmets or concussions,
everything an easy discussion.

Utopic dreams fill the screens,
everybody eating Bobby Flay cuisine,
just a path of ease and boredom,
so just let me forewarn you,
real life is not all champagne,
the truth is no pain no gain.

The struggles make us who we are,
without them, there is just no bar,
no goals to reach nothing to strive for,
no rivals or opponents to outscore.

This would breed union mentality,
I don’t need that in my reality,
I like drivers and winners,
the ones that want that chicken dinner.

Or maybe even something better,
looking to be the fast pace-setter,
be the one to summit the mountain top,
never ever looking to stop.

Work ethics are dead,
all our feet turned to lead,
we reward mediocrity,
this is simply an atrocity,

Utopic dreams fill the screens,
everybody eating Bobby Flay cuisine,
just a path of ease and boredom,
so just let me forewarn you,
real life is not all champagne,
the truth is no pain no gain.

Awaken out of breath
just before a death
inside of a dream
almost a scream

Nauseating persiflage pontification
by aeolists with hollow minds,
it's a zugzwang situation,
so stuck among the prolix.

Panglossians in one ear
pessimists in the other,
a hiraeth longing for hygge,
yet stuck in the social mire.

Nonneutonian fluid vacuum,
imminent immersion of initiatives,
halting inundation of discerning,
heading toward a humming flat line.

Suddenly I adimpleate, with joy,
an archetypal suggestion floats in the air,
I excuse myself from the aretalogers,
and hunt the primordial source.

With legwork and inquest,
here and there on the scene,
I am defeated, misfortune,
alas, absorbed back into the quagmire.

I have never seen a cup half full,
I don't believe that everything will be ok,
I don't believe everyone is equal in intelligence or ability,
I believe that most people ****,

But knowing this I simply shake my head and go on.