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.

Texas border, El Paso,
I-10 and a ways to go,
just stopped and filled the tank,
grabbed some food and a drink.

Should be good for a while,
need to make three hundred miles,
next stop, where the grass turns green,
somewhere the other side of Abeline.

Adding 10 to my trip,
taking the left-hand split,
where the interstates divide,
from ten to twenty I take in stride.

Reach down and crank the radio,
the next exit is for Cisco,
quick pit stop, cashier with a frown,
let's head on to ol' cow town.

Passing through onto big D,
Dodging traffic hoping to be free,
as the drives begins to wear
First Monday, Canton, just up there.

As prairie lands give way to trees
and big cities are behind me,
Lindale and Tyler's exits
not far now to make a Texit.

Getting close now Shreveport bound,
there a hotel so I can lay down,
Ranging Texas far and wide
made it across I smile with pride.

Open desert
not a tree in sight
I stand under the moon
and soak in its light

The hunters vigor fills me
I feel the urge to growl
in the distance there's a scream
I answer with a howl

Compelled to run upon the dunes
my feet kick up the sand
I gather speed and hunger
as I sprint across the land

Nearing the scream's source
my eyes are on the scan
losing my human side
combining wolf and man

Closing in now
silent and closer I creep
homing in on the lamb
that now lays fast asleep

All alone lost from its flock
I can smell its blood
teeth gnash and bite
discharge a gushing flood

Consume it all
I do not leave a scrap
suddenly I'm in a tent
awakened by blowing flap

With Swiss cheese upon her nails,
I blew the wind upon her sails,
pleasure and pain scratched down my back,
with my hunger I did attack.

Set her oven temp up high,
can hardly wait for her pie,
steaming, hot, and quickly ready,
and the aroma, always heady.

Oh I wish for crispy crust,
a way to contain my syrupy lust,
stuffed with fillings made of meat,
it would make my night complete.

The sun is burning down on my SFA cap,
my love sits beside me, her leg up on my lap,
we are on the shores of Cedar Creek Lake,
watching boats and skiers cut a foamy wake.

Her golden skin that shows, has a **** glow,
a tan she got started in New Mexico,
the bikini she's wearing is a Texas flag,
makes it look so good, I really have to brag.

We're just doin' nothin', want to come along?
the radio is playing, come on and sing a song.
The cooler is filled with blue mountain beer,
what are you waiting for, just get on over here?

The breeze is steady and its blowing brisket smoke,
my red solo cup is full of Beam and coke,
the table is filled, with snacks and chips,
some hot and spicy queso, I can't wait to dip.

The day is waning, the moon starts to climb,
cool water and sun made the day sublime,
golden stars now fill, the heart of Texas sky,
laying on the dock, in the middle of July.

We are really good at this,
it's our favorite pastime,
relaxing doin' nothin',
really is no crime.

We're just doin' nothin', want to come along?
the radio is playing, come on and sing a song.
The cooler is filled with blue mountain beer,
what are you waiting for, just get on over here?

We're just doin' nothin', want to come along?
the radio is playing, come on and sing a song.
The cooler is filled with blue mountain beer,
what are you waiting for, just get on over here?

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

I watched the clouds converge
white fluffy ones from the south east
dark gray and nasty ones from the north
they met in the sky above me

The wind began to blow its wintry breath
tumbleweeds were awakened from their nap
across the yard they began to run
the vent flap over the stove began to pop

The sun decided to hide from us
and the wind began to sing its song
the chickens went inside the coop
my mood went from good to melancholy

The rest of the day
was dark and gray
as if all hope was lost
and happy feelings blew away.

Curvy country roads
let me lighten my load,
Texas hill country is the plan,
truck windows down, all the way to
Concan.

Cold Frio river,
makes us all shiver,
inner tubing it all the way down,
Bluetooth speaker jammin' country sounds.

Floating cooler tied to me,
easing down river feeling free,
Texas flag and camo bikinis
just like wishes from a genie.

Cause you got to get away,
pick a weekend and go play,
leave your inhibitions, be wild and free,
making memories you and me.

Rope swing dangles in the wind,
swinging out and jumping in,
Ice cold beer and Josh Abbot Band,
my redhead girl, we're hand in hand.

Hill country sunset, hidden by trees,
orange, pink and blues, a sight to see,
perfect weather, nothing missing,
end the day with some kissing.

Roosters and swampy leaches,
always attacking the Georgia peaches,
darkened chasms oozing stench,
trying to control the velvet trench.

Leering eyes stare out at mountains,
saliva drools, like Trevi fountain,
imaginations in overdrive,
thinking about creating lives.

In the sty, squealing lies,
as the fairer fire fries,
in the grease, they exuded,
and the things, which they alluded.

Comments and ideas
smeared on train cars,
telling stories of life,
tags of love and anger.

Art amongst the people,
approval is not required,
some look in awe,
others in disgust.

It takes all kinds,
I'm not sure it does,
however,
we have all kinds.

Two souls mixed
like ingredients in a blender,
stirred, mixed and shaken,
blended into something new,
spilled, just a puddle on the floor.

Poured from one vessel to another,
the flavors shared,
lips licking and tongues lapping,
experiences, transverse the divide,
a distance no longer, now bridged.

Free flowing emotions,
writhe, toss, turn and shift,
senses heightened and dulled,
dichotomies entertwining,
a drunken free for all,
trapped in a pistoning stimulant.

Smells and flavors scent the air,
spills drip here and there,
sticky reminders of,
how messy this can be,
cleaning it up, and relieving the memory.

To ride the wave into winter,
with her cool breezes and snow,
banishing the fallen leaves,
wiping away the last vestiges of what was,
wiping the slate clean, for what is to come.

Strutting to the call,
thrumming my own,
turkey spring time dances.

Purple juniper berries,
fall amongst the stones,
squirrels chatter.

Bobwhites call
acorns fall,
mesquite leaves blow in the breeze.

Feral cat patrols,
prickly pear patches,
field mice dart underneath.

Footsteps follow in the dark,
glowing eyes in the flashlight beam,
Bobcat on the prowl.

Striped piglets on dirt roads,
squealing at my sight,
treed by momma.

Tiny titmouse flitting,
landing on bill of my cap,
being still in nature.

The flowing seasons
flavored monthly
by holidays and gatherings
food shared
drinks and libations
conversations

The ever spinning
hands of time
and the turning
calendar's page
experiences from which to learn
while coming of age

Sweetness of new births
the bitter pith of death
sour pucker of unwanted change
the sticky sweet caramel of
making love

Lifetimes stream by,
a flash and they are over.
To be reborn again,
in a new body, a new time.

Scars of the past show up as
birthmarks or spots on the new.
if only all that knowledge retained
could be accessed for the future.

Dreams and visions
sometimes give us a glimpse.
Into our past lives and let us see
perhaps how to do better.

Eyeblinks in the time stream.
Souls transferred over and over.
Are we really who we think we are?
If not, who was the first and who am I?

Moonlight gleams
Off granite slabs
Lost in dreams
Of hands that grab

Skeletal fingers
Push up through dirt
Thoughts that linger
Fear that flirts

Panic on edge
Clouds darken the sky
I skirt the edge
And hope not to fly

Off the handle
Moon emerges bright
Try to avoid scandal
On this cemetary night

came to drop flowers for a friend
But every sound
Could be my end
As I go to ground

Back to the car
And go to leave
When I notice the stars
And then I can breathe

Red and black flannel robe,
covering and warming,
long legs and body,
tan fading as days get short.

The electric heater hums a tune,
in the mirror, a beauty,
applies unneeded products
to enhance her look.

Wet hair to be blown dry,
pulled up in a ponytail,
exposing her neck to my breath
and small kisses.

She turns and unties the robe,
like a gift unwrapped on Christmas,
from bottom to top I stare,
then our lips meet.

nocturnal creatures prowl,
slit pupils, dilated, watch,
tapetum reflecting ambient light,
circadian rhythms lost.

hands reach out,
darkness blinds,
fingers find things,
can you identify?

clicks and pops,
echolocation.
a skill,
undeveloped.

moonless night,
cloud-covered,
complete blackness,
like sackcloth.

pure fear encased,
soundless as well,
sensory deprivation,
panic attack.

running, running,
walls, banged,
glass broken,
tree branches scratch.

or is it claws
and teeth attacking,
blood dripping from cuts,
marking an unseen path.

Jump ropes and butterfly nets
it's about as good as it gets
when you are a country child
alive in summer and running wild

Afternoon sun and swimming pools
Coca cola shades, man I'm cool
flirting with the girl down the street
like ice cream she is a treat

Bicycle riding all over the place
dreams of girls lingerie laced
imaginations sometimes shared
occasionally a soul was bared

More times though a glove and ball
or climbing on top of the horse stall
a rod and reel, or maybe a kite
never came home till time for a bite

It was a different time a different age
life was written on a paper page
no cell phones, no computer screens
life was simple, if you know what I mean

As the boulevard runs away from me,
carrying you further and further out of sight,
the delirium tremens kick in
trembling now, alone in my chair.

Hallucinations start,
my lost beauty teases,
walking by, half naked
replaying memories past.

Leaving me in a puddle
of tears and slobber,
as I attempt to detox
my soul from a drugged love.

Though love it was,
cut with more lust
and speedy encounters
with no foundation

I survived the ferryman,
swindled him out of the ride,
I simply used against him,
his own ego and his pride.

Upon this island now,
I see a lighthouse standing,
the keeper is inside,
I hear is quite demanding.

Though his house is unsturdy,
it's foundation made of chalk,
he sways with the waves,
impressive is his walk.

Pegasus waits patiently
on the swaying deck,
the waves begin to build,
the lighthouse they will wreck.

I climb the stairs and see the man,
waiting there for me,
dressed in robes and sandals,
quite a sight to see.

He says come with me,
and mounts the horse,
his wings spread out wide,
the lighthouse begins to crumble
but I decline to ride.

I jump into the air,
expecting to drown and die,
but I'm given no choice,
as dangling, I now fly.

A strong hand grips my collar,
as the water and land, slide by below,
I ask where we are going,
he says no need to know.

Nothingness, blackness, a living veil,
the wooden stick in my fingers,
am I ready for the light, or shall it remain unlit.

Creamy whiteness
streaked with red map lines
lead me to the souls window
I am lured

A liquid pool of
cool blue gems
surrounds the void
I stop to contemplate

A void to fall into
solid blackness
with no bottom
I prepare to jump

Freefalling in the void
no sound but my hearts beat
entwined with another
I am enamored

No more searching
through the windows
a treasure found
I am in love

The every inside everything consumes me,
anxious paranoia has set in,
deep breathing no longer helps,
but I go on anyway.

Sometimes a camera cannot capture
the true beauty of a moment
a poets prose pales beside reality
a painting rarely shows the absolute visage
sometimes a memory is all we have
and it unfortunately fades over time.

walking, walking
never ending road
no cars or cities in sight
oppressive heat and sunlight

out of water
shoes melted
we hold hands
and keep each other going

as long as possible
hopefully we can find a drinker
or make it to the cooler of night
or we shall be another pile of bones in life's desert

Would I like to live with a tube connected to me?
Whether feeding or breathing, a problem I can see
If it is temporary and, I can be me again soon
Then it is okay and you and I are in tune
But if it will be for life, then no life it would be
No longer able to do the things I like, no longer would be me
If I could still fish and hunt and watch my kids grow
If I cannot, then a tube is not the way to go
Gather round and tell me bye and know that I love you
Wife and kids and family and friends, I know there are a few
Let me go because the quality is more important than the life itself
Find my last good picture, remember me upon the shelf.
Cremate me and scatter my ashes around my favorite fishing hole
My memorial in the ground could be a fishing pole
With a sign that reads, scattered here a husband, dad and a fisherman
Know that these are my wishes, now you have a plan
Do it once and don’t come back unless it is to fish
Remember me when having fun, it is my only wish

Red hair hangs down,
freshly brushed out,
like curtains covering,
the two dollops of lust
upon her chest.

Pink lips open,
white teeth gleam,
skin tightens
and bumps raise,
as my fingers barely graze.

Hot breath applied to her nape,
causing eyes to close and flutter,
sneaky hands slowly pull sheets,
down, down, down, revealing
breathtaking landscape, ending in pink toenails.

A roaming tongue paints
a picture of passion,
butterfly wings open,
the core of femininity,
exposed, like a jewel.

Approaching deftly,
slowly working the maze
of hot red emotions,
stoking the fire to white hot,
until it threatens violence.

Then with finality,
the flames are extinguished,
nozzled streams at the base,
an explosion taking the fuel
that fed the conflagration.

All eyes on her as she walks in,
Her clothes are tacky, so is the color of her skin,
Spray on tan that makes her golden,
volcanic laughter like she is explodin'.
Not sure why but you know her name,
dancing on the bar like she is insane.

When friends become more,
In such a short time,
Not quite like blood,
But partners in crime.

Weekday dinners eaten,
Weekends binged away,
Hunting and fishing,
What more can I say.

Concerts and road trips,
In all seasons and weather
At Walmart causing a scene
Like birds of a feather.

Watching kids grow
Parenting all three
FFA and YHEC
Pie auctions and shooting.

Fourth of July's
At Cedar Creek Lake
you're moving away,
makes our heart ache.

When throws us curves,
We must take a swing,
We wish you good luck,
Success in everyrhing.

So give one more whooooo,
Just like Rick Flair,
raise up your glasses,
Into the air.

Just one last toast,
But we won't say good bye,
Just see you down the road,
With a tear in our eye.

Take my cup
Fill it up
Seagram's seven 7up

See a girl, take a chance
Ask her for a little dance
It might end in romance

Love her curves
Watch her swerve
She's way more than I deserve

We dance around
To hickhop sound
She drops it low down to the ground

Cut a rug all night long
We don't skip a single song
Band slows down she holds me strong

Ask her, girl where have you been?
She just winks at me and grins
Headed toward a night of sin?

Last song, soft and slow
I am lost inside our flow
Lights come on, it's time to go

She kisses me on the cheek
She blushes red and looks weak
Grins at me and starts to speak

I'm sorry, she says with a frown
My Husbands deployed on foreign ground
I needed a night to get unwound

I tip my hat and say my pleasure
This is a memory I'll treasure
send some prayers for good measure

A little peck, and she walks away
I think about her to this day
For the troops, again I'll pray

Flickering flames lick,
tasting the wood,
consuming the faith,
long spoken into walls,

The cross glows molten,
a red that speaks to heat,
falling on the bare back hand,
branding the sigil permanantly.

The finger points to the heavens,
the distance insurmountable,
stars light years removed,
yet the god or God's reside there.

Ashes are all that's left,
no book or page survives,
yet faith continues stubbornly,
I often wonder why.

From somwhere outside my bubble,
the mindless quacking of a mallard
has infiltrated my thoughts and ideas,
confusing and annoying.

The sun, blinding at it's zenith,
now fades into a vermilion pool,
mercurial silver water transformed,
photovoltaic cells failing in loss of light.

I too begin to fade, diminishing energy,
consumption of power during the day,
draining batteries, my thought light dimming,
the sun, passes the horizon, and darkness envelopes.

Unscrewing my light bulb and setting aside,
preparing for a rest. and shedding thoughts,
much like the fall trees losing leaves one at a time,
I close my eyes and dream, of a duck and a lake

Red apples hang next to green leaves,
black ants; slowly crawl in a continuous line,
yellow and brown bumbles hum around,
goats, Meh-eh-eh! Meh-eh-eh! in the pen.

Dewdrop jewels hang from leaf tips,
falling occasionally in the light breeze,
stainless steel glimmers in the sun,
as the blade bites into the apple's flesh.

Juice runs down lips and chin,
a sweet liquid flow perfuming her neck,
and continuing down between pert *******,
resulting in a quivering motion as it tickles.

Sticky sweet kisses, like apple cider,
walking, as hands and fingers knot together,
golden tansies stand alongside the orchard,
I pluck one and put it behind her ear.

Grass, mown short under bare feet,
a path toward the house, birdbath in front,
bluebirds preen, blue and rose beige feathers,
calling out a trilling chirp, background music.

A pair of front porch rocking chairs,
white wood, with brown wicker seats,
anticipate us, as the sun begins to set,
and crickets begin to sing the evening's song.

Rock slopes capped
in oranges and browns,
leaves waterfall down the edges,
pooling at the base.

The zephyr sets them in motion,
a river of leaves in flash flood,
dancing colors wash through,
the arroyo dry, but still flowing.

Dishwater Blonde with blue highlights
white tube top and blue jeans
dusty black cowboy boots
looks like life's been hard and mean

Tattooed flowers on twin vines sprouting
from her cleavage and working out
toward bony shoulders
in opposite directions

Sun tanned skin and freckles
looking way older than she is
cigarette between her lips
as she walks to her car

Life's choices
additive effects
steal youth and beauty
prematurely

Cooler Corona incognito
No glass on the beach
red solo cup full
lime in my hand
as I salt the rim
beckoning beach

Spume on the waves
Head on my beer
I just stare
at bikini girls rear.

While it is hot
and my mouth was dry
the scene is enough
let salivation fly

Sweet fluids tasted
in the honeyed flow
souls entwined
and spirits glow


thirst quenched.

The cobras flatten and raise their heads,
their heads begin to bob and weave,
the pungi plays with hypnotic dread,
the crowd is scared but refuse to leave.

Lock and load,
ready to explode,
racking back my slide,
trigger finger ready to glide.

Shadow government brainwashing schools,
don't want to lead, they want to rule,
keeping us down like the slaves we are,
its seems like we just aren't on par.

They keep us down in the pen,
we the sheeple till the end,
time for some one to step and shepherd,
grow some teeth like a leopard.

Build a rebellion, they cannot put down,
time to get rid of these clowns,
but total power corrupts absolutely,
we need some one to rule astutely.

Rise above the cash and clowns,
take care of cities and the towns,
don't forget the small municipalities,
get the big picture, I mean totality.

Take the sheeple,
back to people,
Constitution and the pursuit of liberty,
not just for them, but for you and me.

So much angst,
suicidal thoughts,
cutting to feel,
the soul never to heal.

Pills popped,
drowning in *****,
the needle explored,
veins have been gored.

Scarred to the bone,
with no hope at all,
gray skies abound,
no musical sounds.

Ominous fog,
covers the land,
acid rain from the sky,
dissolving the butterfly.

Depression depths,
their birth unwanted,
questioning whether God is about,
top of lungs in a shout!

Lost in themselves,
a hole in their hearts,
found in shadowed pasts,
will it always last?

Gray, white, black,
ridges and valleys,
swirls, holes, and protrusions,
fallen oak tree bark.

From deep creek bottom shadows,
into bright sun lit grass, verdant,
Angus cows graze towards the pond,
rusted barbed wire between us.

On the pasture's edge,
leafless mesquite tree,
Old and looming,
green from the mistletoe it feeds.

Marking the road in the distance,
orange t-posts evenly spaced,
disappearing over the rise,
as it heads towards town.

Gravel and white dust mark,
the passage of a blue truck,
loaded with red feed sacks,
a cow bellows from out of sight.

Movement catches my eye,
a streak of brown and white,
leaps over two fences,
and the road, and emerges into the pasture.

Whitetail deer first one, then many,
appear in the pasture,
grazing in winter rye grass,
the cows left behind.

Cirrhotic mikado clouds do swirl,
the sun beats down as the smoke it curls,
if Xanadu is near, I have been fooled,
as my hope continues to cool.

Lost in the evening looking over wrath,
the earth continues its chosen path,
as do we toward destruction,
brought about by rampant construction.

DNA mixed and made the billions,
but so did the dino-reptilians,
we think we are masters of our time,
but we simply cling like the frosted rime.

As seasons change we melt away,
it is not our fault, it is just the way,
as it never stops and ever expands,
time and the universe random plan.

Blurred images of reality,
spread across the canvas,
pastel mirages entice me,
to enter the dreamscape.

Mental impressions,
transferred by brush,
transports me to Argenteuil,
to share a drink with Claude.

Tucked sails rolled away,
as mainmasts rock in the breeze,
the gentle lapping of water,
reaches my ears.

Details seep into consciousness,
but quickly dissipate,
much like the smokestacks ejecta,
filters away in the background.

the table circles
knights surrounding Camelot
a magician lurks

Beauty shined upon
With early morning light
Streaming through the blinds
Illuminating bright

Mirrored reflections
Infinity of sight
In her glasses lenses
I can see into her night

She sits there silent
I can see the thoughts inside
As laced light holds her
Wish I was by her side

Photons kiss her lips
And caress straight down her chest
Or is the light there
From her heart, that is the best

Angels haunt my nightmares
ghosts inhabit the church
truths mixed in my dares
found but continue to search

Sand in my bed
sheets on the beach
hands inside my head
explore the outer reach

Vacuum blows
the fan *****
the rocks flow
the rivers stuck

Frozen summer
bikini ******
dry in spring
deviant things

Curtains fall,
the crowd goes home,
but we must still play a part,
our character changing,
with our locations.

Ruins of a once great wall
now little more than a path
leading to nowhere
and nothing but pain
on either side

Jagged rocks reach skyward
surrounded by woeful mists
a metaphor and future of all
conceive, improve, rise
and fall into chaos and death

Only to be found, but not learned from
by the next generations
exposed by archeologists
researching the past
that is also the future

What was that, I heard her say,
in the darkness of the night,
I say it was simply night whispers,
inspiring dreams of fright.

Do not strain to hear,
what they have to say,
if you finally understand,
in your dreams, you'll have to pay.

The monsters mumble purposely,
like the piper plays a tune,
you try to hear and decipher,
like an archeologist and a rune.

But its a trap, I'm telling you,
those hushed words filled with sin,
the more and more you listen,
ensure that they will win.

So roll over and go to sleep,
no need to pray for your soul,
if you just ignore them,
you will prevent their goal.