Sanitoriums of the past,
the ghost in my lungs,
slowly eating me from the inside.

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.

With my claw hammer
I pry out the label
releasing the love
that is trapped in side

I crack the hard shell
created by the
crassness of others
with lies and deceit

With a brush of my hand
and the press of my lips
I sweep away the remnants
and release the angel beneath

Stepping into the light
emotions renewed
ready to try love
with no labels

The changing tides fling me around,
all I hear are ocean sounds,
churning and changing my direction,
mostly against my discretion.

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

frozen feelings coalesced
icicled emotions hang
waiting for the sun or wind
that she can be

to thaw them
or shear them
to drop and shatter
into infinity

her warming soul
but frigid nature
keeps my seasons
changing

her fiery beauty
heats me up
and she walks away
tilting axis, changing weather

Clinking links, hang from silvered cuffs,
jagged edges glisten in the blazing light,
sweat runs down the back,
from the hacksaw might.

Drops of blood imagined,
running down from my heart,
her words a dagger,
destroyed my new start.

Escaped a prison,
but waited too long,
my bird began to sing,
a brand new song.

Cinderblocks attached
to the brand new chain,
pad locked in place,
as I stand in the rain.

Stiletto blade digs in
leaving a thin red line,
that will burn and drain
in the salt water brine.

Crashing waves below
swallow chain and concrete,
followed rather quickly,
by the soles of my feet.

Dragged down below,
even only in my mind,
sunk into a pit of despair,
I will be hard to find.

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.

The here and now is often lost
in tomorrows hopes and dreams
c'est la vie, that we lead
though carpe diem is what we need

Is today simply a prelude
of what may be ahead
or should we live it to its fullest
or waste it planning instead

Darkness drips in dollops
spreading behind things
stretching out long
as sun light gets short

Crickets and poor will
hold the suns hand
and sing
it's nightly exit song

Moon rise casts another kind
black as pitch
but with silvery edges
sensationally ominous

Accompanied by the sound
of a lone coyotes
mournful drawn out
hooooowwwwwllllll

Motion now
quick movements
so fast you question
whether you see anything

Pulsating shadows
creep eerily
as the moon
transits the sky

Stars twinkle happily
in stark contrast
to the fear
of the night

Transforming shadows
in the minds eye
to bony hands
and apparitions of a dangerous man

Girls laying out,
a sight you can't forget,
oily and shiny,
see the beads of sweat.

Laying on her stomach,
she's not trying to hide,
Confederate bikini,
strings untied.

Hair *******,
she gives it a shake,
decides it's hot,
takes a dip in the lake.

Glad I'm from the south,
all hail that flag,
swaying her hips,
with so much swag.

Rubbing on lotion
that SPF thirty,
a smile and a wink,
she's feeling flirty.

I hold up a glass,
full of margarita,
she sashays over,
one hot seniorita.

Sun freckled face
breaks out in a smile,
gives me a kiss,
that drives me wild.

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

Birth to words
Syllable siblings
A family affair

Upon its back, we ride,
into the books of history,
all of this, it takes in stride,
for it, there is no mystery.
Slithering through the sands of time,
but of it retaining no memory,
simply drawing an unstoppable line,
continuing on to infinity.

****** wars and droughts and famine,
like the hands of a clock continues,
we like to stop and examine,
but it goes on as its muscles stretch and sinew.
Political changes and new regimes,
trapped in the past as the times fuze,
through all the ****** and the schemes
all of this it simply eschews.

Is this the worm of fate,
or simply that of time,
we can love or hate,
be just or enjoy crime.
No matter what we choose,
we ride it anyway,
to the future, we ooze,
there is no escape.

Ancient memories
transport me
to another place, different time,
alternate existence, simply sublime.

Through the winter's mist,
darkened by fires smoke,
emergence by grace,
the green of spring in my heart.

Crested blue jay,
perched upon the branch,
above the crystal snow,
feathers ruffled in the wind.

Longing for the new shoots of spring,
pushing up through the melting snow,
and announcing that life shall go on.

The wind and rain begin,
beware of flash floods,
snowmelt from above, dangerous,
brings needed moisture.

Colors spread on horizons,
like flavors of jam,
depending on the day and clouds,
determines sunset's taste.

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

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

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

Pressured darkness,
movements surround me,
bioluminescence glows green,
back toward the surface.

Xenophyophores lie silent,
in the syrupy coldness,
a snailfish glides by,
ignoring me completely.

Sinking in the gray ooze,
every step is a challenge,
as I head downhill toward
the Challenger Deep.

Surprisingly it is not silent here,
baleen whale song tickles my ears,
as does the sound of propellers,
from many miles away.

Now, completely alone,
as I bottom out,
squeezed and frozen,
in the blackness.

Nothing here save some microbes,
invisible to my eye and ear,
I've had enough,
I begin my long ascent.

It blows through the desert
with nothing to divert
Like a deer running wild
Or a wild rambunctious child

Like a breath in and out
the power in a water spout
Tornado's engine makes it run
the leaves run with it just for fun

It has a name
and you know its game
To chap, chafe and burn
you have felt it spurn

Your attempts to tame
are all in vain
But live through, you must
or it will make you feel trussed

The name is ventus ictus
You cannot restrict us.

The rain, an aphrodisiac,
droplets magnifying beauty,
moisture igniting lust,
but unable to quench the flame.

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

Darkness reigns as night falls,
the sounds change hushed now,
secrets from the day reveal themselves,
pinpricks of starlight attract the eye.

Movement in the periphery,
disappears when looked for,
imagined creatures and demons,
move along with the actual evil.

Silence, a blanket covering,
ripped open by the coyotes,
their howls create a flight response,
though they are further away than they sound.

Campfire light flares,
sending the night oozing for shadows,
the flickering fire creating it's own
dancing creatures, just outside the ring of light.

Gravel crunches on the road,
as headlight eyes peer ahead,
disappearing around the curve,
leaving red lights and wondering who is roaming the night.

Glowing eyes appear,
tapetum reflections of gold,
jack rabbit ears raise,
as it skirts the fire light.

I close my eyes and drift to sleep,
tent fly open to the sky,
when my eyes open again,
the sun greets me with morning.

I ride upon an eagles back,
feathers whooshing in the wind,
diving toward the mirrored lake,
Yellow talons extended for fish.

Diving deep into the ocean,
down into the abyssal trench,
searching for Architeuthis,
I swim with the blue whale,

From limb to limb swinging,
under emerald green canopy,
my Gibbon host stops for juicy fruit,
rain forest views Tarzan style.

We lie in wait just eyes showing,
among the sawgrass we hide,
Everglades water warmed but the sun,
alligator senses tuned to a deer.

Gliding through the desert sand,
one s curve after another,
following a viper pheremone trails,
suddenly tied in knots as we mate.

White fur on white snow we can not be seen,
large strides and large feet, only tracks left,
Himalayan winds whip climbers hi viz jackets,
we watch, and walk by, a movement on peripheral vision.

Gasping, I awaken in a pool of sweat,
tent fly slowly ***** in the breeze,
red glowing embers smoke nearby,
I go back to sleep.

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

Plans have been made
Rooms have been booked
The boat is finally ready
Start tying on hooks

The guys are excited
Will see them all soon
Port O'Connor get ready
Were gonna fish your lagoon

Also your bays
And maybe your jetties
Maybe the surf
Flounder gigging, get ready

The greenish eyes peer, down wild and free,
something stares from shadows, high in the tree,
hello there Alice, you nearly trippped and fell,
a black iguana grins, hanging down from his tail.

Of course I did she said, you gave me quite a fright,
a chuckle and he said, come closer and I'll bite.
gleaming razored smile, looks strangely like a frown,
but it tends to do that when it's owners upside down.

Alice stands her ground, her danger bell has rung,
suddenly she is wrapped up in a pink and slimy tongue,
with a muscular pull, she is reeled in like a fish,
but instead of biting, iguana gives a kiss and a wish.

To help you on your way I offer you this gift,
when you decide to use it, I'll appear through a rift,
a hole in space and time burrowed there by me,
and I'm just almost certain, that your wish will to be freed.

So Alice go about your business, and know I'll see you soon,
and beware of the flowers, three days from now at noon,
If you call me then, well it just won't be right,
but you won't again as your arms off will I bite.

Like an elevator rising, he disappeared into the tree,
Alice was amazed that she still walked free,
but her memory was burning, what was that he said,
I hope that I remember, or I fear I might be dead.

Rattlesnakes crawl under mesquites,
leaflets wiggle in the wind,
wild turkeys call in the distance,
bringing me back again and again.

The baa of sheep and the bovine bellows,
as evening falls, crickets chime in,
low fire crackles, for the sound more than heat,
hoping that the weekend won't end.

Bobwhites call in fading light,
nighthawks and whippoorwills also speak,
eighteen wheels whine in the distance,
reality into my world just leaked.

Coyotes call as jackrabbits run,
the final darkness has blanketed light,
the stars all shine, not a cloud blows by,
on the central Texas springtime night.

Nights gossamer gown now burned away,
I sit and look across a field of hay,
in the distance, deer now feed,
I wonder where this day will lead.

The coffee with its own cream clouds,
fuel, the thoughts of screaming crowds,
but for now, I am here alone,
sitting on my back porch throne.

Creatures blooming from the mind
crawl into this dimension
under the guise of teddy bears
hiding under beds
biding their time
waiting for their moment
to destroy

The witch will please your every need
as long as you're her slave
on your soul she needs to feed
run before an early grave

Your acid injected
I am digested
fed upon by your need
until I am no more.

Scars are the lessons
to be healed, but not fully
to remind us to be better
or try it a different way
next time

Perception is reality
even if it is a formality
living lies inside your head
blindfolded until your dead.

The sound of the scream
faded away
the searchers gave up the next day
Now just remembered in hopes and dreams

All sins have consequence
are you ready for the expense
I hope you have credit built
or you must deal with the guilt

Watch out for hawks
out on the stalk
looking for the meek
ready to prey upon the weak

Piranhas walk on two feet
looking for fear in those they meet
searching for those to exploit
at this they are quite adroit

Speedometer says 90,
on the dark back road,
West Texas desert,
wild seeds about to be sowed.

Koe Wetzel, sings on,
as the radio plays,
pull into the bar ditch,
for the next phase.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Her bra on the mirror,
******* thrown in the floor,
blue jeans tossed out the window,
and ready for more.

Exploring each other,
like wild stallions stampede,
all of our passion is,
fast and buried.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Jack Daniels from the bottle,
as the stars shine up outside,
we saddle up
for another quick ride.

Red and Blue lights speed by,
she gives out a gasp,
they pass on by,
I mash down the gas.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

We gather it all up,
and get out of here,
gravel flies,
as I jam it in gear.

Back on the highway,
Aaron Watson, he sings,
we drive from the sunrise,
see what this day brings.

Water gun full of tequila
another filled with lime,
bug shooter full of salt,
open your mouth it'll be fine.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Shooting out drinks,
talking and mingling,
my face went numb,
and my hands are tingling.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Active shooters come round again,
victims with mouths open wide,
the night goes on they begin to fall,
see them on the day's other side.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

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.

We have no prime directive
We assimilate or enslave
Have driven many races
Right into their graves

Hyperspeed and wormholes
Allow us to explore
Looking for races
Already at war

We thrive on their fear
Psychic energy abounds
We help with both destruction
And run them into the ground

Asteroid launchers
Photon torpedos
Even rays and waves
That destroys their libido

You cannot run
You cannot hide
You cannot defeat
We stand, grinning snide

The empire is part of us
So are the hutts
The empire is our muscle
We let them kick their butts

We span all the universes
And dominate them all
You may call us
The ever lasting thrall

Wasting your life,
looking for perfection,
is like hunting for snipe,
with the wrong directions.

Under Full moon and naked,
in the neches river bottom,
I searched and called,
but never caught 'em.

Cause as you know,
they can smell your clothes,
and they only hunt in moonlight,
walking on six toes.

Can't use a flashlight,
cause they'll see you coming,
can't use a net
they will hear it humming.

No matter what you do,
or the rules you follow,
it just doesn't exist,
this truth is hollow.

The ******* Virus
also known as Cranial Rectitis
be careful out there in the world
the ******* virus around us swirls.

It makes you ask and do stupid things
not you, but other people feel the sting
it makes you need to be babysat
other people can’t stand that.

It’s infectious and it’s spreading
everyone has been exposed I’m dreading
in some of us it sits dormant in our brain
out of nowhere or under strain
your job or life you can not contain.

Other people have it chronic
might as well have the plague bubonic
these people can never take care of anything
they can't even follow a path of string.

Ask dumb questions, can't do their job
basically they are a worthless blob
cannot make a call or use email
just gives everyone 6 kinds of hell.

They understand nothing and what’s worse
it makes the people around them curse
sadly there is no definite cure
no way to make one’s self be pure.

The best you can hope for is a bit of a lull
KY jelly around your neck and PULL
with a pop Cranial Rectitis cured
by this time people want you skewered.

Sadly the cure never lasts
and you devolve, just like the past
wearing protection does no good
it is not transmitted by wood
or fluids, or plastic or glass
it’s caused when your own head goes up your ***.

Looking for a port of call
a slot in a marina stall
park my boat
and as it floats

I will walk
and find a talk
with someone who is new
share a meal, something to chew

discover myself in their eyes
destroy all my selfish lies
understand that I am me
just look, anyone can see

So no more will I hide
on my boat, for long rides
Now my boat will be shared
on afternoons, with those that care

What makes you happy,
what makes you whole,
what fills the cracks in your soul?

Is it music, if so what tune,
a favorite meal or kind of pie,
what movie brings a tear to your eye?

What makes you you, do you know
do you have a favorite place,
what do you wear, denim or lace?

Do like the waters edge,
or do you prefer the mountain snow,
do you even really know?

Do you like a hair color,
Maybe you have a type,
Or do you make your own way, or follow the hype?

When you're in the car
do you drive or do you ride,
What makes you happy, or swell with pride?

If you do not know,  take a look inside,
you need to know yourself for true,
it the only way to be actually you.

Carry me caravan, take me away
I quickly outran, so I could escape
to the crystal ship that's being filled with
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time

On board and safely to sea
the sunset is something to see
girls and drinks and gambling
don't mean that much to me
cause my soul is deviling

The one I love, I left on land
I am sure she walks the sand
of the beach looking out to sea
I hear her heart calling out to me
How I long to hold her hand

But for now I must lay low
the years, I'm sure, will go by slow
Perhaps she will wait for me
or maybe come and look for me
I love her, I hope she knows

The full moon cresting the horizon,
red to orange to gold then silver,
a crispness in the air, a bit cooler,
as the breeze illicits a shiver.

Leaves crunch underfoot,
as Pegasus flies across the sky,
each star an exquisite diamond,
shining through the atmosphere.

Suddenly the smell of leaf smoke
touches my nose, leaving me longing,
smores and hot chocolate and a blanket,
snuggled up with my wife.

Memories taste like candy,
as a smile of trick or treaters
like the walking dead,
haunts my thoughts.

A change of winds direction,
cinnamon, allspice and nutmeg,
the neighbor baking,
thanksgiving will soon be here.

I sit back in the porch swing,
clear my mind of thought,
and just enjoy the early darkness,
as summer fades away.

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.

Cheating, lies, and politics,
assaults, rapes, and pain inflict,
swept under the rug for money's sake,
how much more can we all take?

Performance enhancing or recreation,
this likely leads to evil flirtation,
testosterone on the loose,
leads to believe they are like Zeus.

The laws seem to not apply,
as the paychecks climb to the sky,
worshipped by fans that refuse to see,
they are but men like you and me.

Paid to play while we work,
then its ok for them to be jerks,
I think its time for us to all quit,
what would they do if we all split?

Night creatures on the prowl,
stalking their prey in silvered moonlight,
from above wings flap and eyes glow,
searching for mice and shrews.

Through tall grass and into the
plowed fields, slinking close to the ground,
flattened and oozing through mountain filtered
cool air, the tomcat searches for a meal.

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 ?

The screaming gears
bones exploding
organs ruptured
fluids running

Tapestries of time hang on memoried walls,
snippets remembered repetitively,
most happy, some profoundly sad,
woven together the good and the bad.

The crystal palace through her eyes,
a happy place but dangers lurk,
tread lightly, lest you break her heart,
tears start falling as the avalanche starts.

On her lips, I taste yesterday,
when we were young and dumb,
before life starts taking it bit by bit,
then one day you feel its hit.

The vision goes, and you start to sag,
aches and pains, and other ills,
but through it all, I see my love,
thankfully sent to me by God above.

Frizzled and fried
emotions on high
a breathe on my trigger

My wit has been sharpened
my tongue has been honed
my pen, extended and ready

Focused rage becomes
pinpoint laser burns
pixelated words

Lyrical tirades flow forth
to enchant the true believers
and to gut the haters

Which one shall you be?

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