As children we fell in love
and continue to this day
after 21 years
I still feel the same way

Still beautiful today
as you were those years ago
now our kids are that age
where does the time go

According to the web
nickel or brass should be your gift
how about at poem on paper
to give your heart a lift

I love you more today
than is even possible right now
I do not need to renew
no need to reavow

Read these words and know
that I would not change a thing
each time I look at you
inside my soul sings

When I kiss your lips
it still sets me on fire
this will be the case
till the day that I expire

I'm just sitting here
waiting on a deer
wishing I had a beer

Or better yet some 40 creek
some 7up to mix I  seek
hoping the stand roof don't leak

In the driving rain
it would cause some pain
cold rain down the neck causes disdain

**************
In my coveralls
made by Walls
Coleman heater warming my *****

Bushnell binos around my neck
looking out, what the heck
oh it’s just a speck

On my lense
I feel dense
but I used uncommon sense

It wasn't a ghost
it was at most
something from the post

Where my binos sat
right next to my hat
and above the mat

Where my boots are
drying out from walking far
most people would drive a car
***********

Now sitting in the camper
feeling a bit hampered

By the cold and rain
it's the mud that causes pain.

Slippery and wet
a mess you get

with every step
cannot move with pep

It's like walking on wet glass
you will slip and bust your ***
then a muddy mess you'd be
wouldn't want anyone to see

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

With fire burning,
hot and wild,
the night bleeds dark,
and scares the child.

With floors a' creaking
tree limbs scratch on glass,
winter winds make,
monsters en mass.

Buried under blankets,
as closet doors rattle,
imagined fear,
wins the battle.

With thunders boom,
and lightning's flash,
down the hall,
the child makes a dash.

At Dad's bedside
stops and stares
my eyes open
and now I'm scared.

Silent child,
stares at me,
is he awake,
what does he see?

Walking back,
turning on the light,
showing that,
there is no fright.

Good night now,
go to sleep,
hoping that,
no demons creep.

Emotions rage powerful
from imaginations depths
in extremes from love to rage
parabolic and diabolic

I can write you a poem
which can melt your heart
or berate you with words
that tears your world apart

Pillar of the community
donating heart and time
all while planning murders
in the back of my mind

A demon lives inside me
but most would never know
but every once in a while
his horns and teeth will show

I may cook you a feast, delicious
or scare the hell out of you, malicious
rollercoaster highs and lows
what's behind my door, open it to know

It may be something sweet
like jewelry or a treat
or something to be feared
like Hannibal Lectors' hello dear

From heavens highs
to lows from hell
what will it be
you just can never tell

Happenings close by
Swing from heart strings playfully
Tying knots of love

New changing motions
Parting streams of consciousness
Causing our souls to connect

Soft silver beams
Etch passion on your face
As eyes reflect star sparkles

Raging currents or winds
Swirling molecules of water
The flash and rumble come

Two sided coins
Speak of personalities
Good and evil reflected

Hot sands scorch
Scales gain traction
S pattern trail shimmers in silica

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

Fresh maple syrup
and the taste of wine,
my lover's kisses
all are divine.

The sweetness caresses,
my tongue and soul,
creating memories
and making me whole.

Snowberry and lace,
leather and clove,
an aromatic journey
into the senses.

What was the smell,
lemon or clove,
or was it mint sweet,
in your dark abode.

Jasmine spice,
lavender is nice,
but your pleasures
are my favorite vice.

I dip my tongue into the flower,
the sweet nectar, heavenly,
the exotic heady mixture
of perfumed spices
excite my senses.

Velvet purple clouds
in an amber liquid sky,
waterfalling glass, full
to make the day go by.

Crowns upon my tongue,
an icy squire by my side,
jousting in the evening,
for the love and pride.

The love within my bones
plays an organs song,
stronger than the stones
I felt when all alone.

The once beautiful face,
now smeared with tears,
as rivers of makeup trail,
like icicles in winter.

Oh the pain and the strain,
of a man who knows not,
how to love his beautiful girl,
let his heart just rot.

All alone he'll spend his days,
wasted love gone by,
but he doesn't even notice,
the tear run from his eyes.

Oh to lose a love,
anger denial blame,
searching for the reasons,
finding none,
moving on, hopefully.

But faded love never truly fades away,
it hangs on like a cloud on a sunny day,
climbs upon your back, and never lets go,
It becomes a part of you neverending flow.

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

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

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

Green islands afloat
Pink hyacinth blooms
Frogs playground

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fingers pricked,
the blood, it beads,
our body lies,
about its needs.

Pancreas and liver,
all worn out,
excess energy stored,
we scream and pout.

Blood so sweet,
just like a pie,
full of fat,
leads us to die.

In moderation preached,
but hard to follow,
so we weep,
in obesity wallow.

To eat for fun,
it is a pleasure
but it ends our life,
the one we treasure.

Is COVID the end
of handshakes and hugs,
will we all work from home,
naked and sitting on the rug?

No more Mexican beer
with salt and lime,
because we are afraid,
and remember the time?

Will restaurants reopen,
for a sit-down meal,
or did we discover,
that pick up is the deal?

I may never go inside,
another big box store,
picking up here,
killed a grocery shopping chore.

Will schools reopen,
as brick and mortar places,
or will teachers and students,
just know webcam faces?

The great lockdown,
will be remembered as the years go,
how did it change us,
just have to wait and see how so.

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.

Temperature climbing
desert wind blowing
runnels of sweat begin
as I start to melt, in the heat.

Waves slither on the horizon
a mirage of water
zero humidity
and not a cloud above

Swirling sand catches my eye
dust devil rising 200 feet
tumbleweeds shot upward
the whiptail lizards sprints away

108 degrees and a breeze full of dirt
like being sand blasted
except I have no rust
just skin, to live in

It begins to roast and turn red
I long for shade and a drink
but no trees, or shrubs offer any
and no hose, or lake around

Thirsty and burnt
skin just about flayed
I finally make it
to the cooler and shade

A crystal shard
from a distant star
slices through the grey
reflecting who we are

Sent here from deep in space
to seed and grow the human race
our descent from the formation of birth,
a blossom whose petals have no worth.

Floating in the ether, embryonic
elixir of life, waxing catatonic
from the beginnings primordial ooze
lightning strikes, and things begin to move

Evolution occurs in time
slow and steady, begin and refine
eons pass and life combines and tries
succeed and fail, cannot hear their cries

Feathers and fingers, eyes and ears
all transform as danger nears
tails and feet, claws and fangs
specialize in time for low fruit it hangs

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.

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

Addicted, now I am,
I need to feel you soon,
I have become your stalking wolf,
no need have I for the moon.

Since our encounter,
love thirsty have I become,
on every breeze, I smell your scent,
to your will, I have succumbed.

With searching eyes, I watch for you,
around every corner and bend,
though you don't hide from me,
I need the sight of you to mend.

With you in view, I need to howl,
to release this feeling inside of me,
I am transformed into something new,
even others around can see.

Like a curse broken, I am free
to love all of you, it is my need,
like a dose of coke or ****,
upon your love is how I feed.

Gauche is hiking down
Through tangled red forest on
Venus mons, prize waits

The land parts widely
The spring is already running
anticipation

Gauche lingers on rise
The ground trembles in want
Gauche travels downhill

The canyon is slick
The walls quiver joyously
A cave is ahead

Gauche is tempted by
His brother calls from uphill
Wait, the ground growls loud

Droit has found a peak
He wishes to explore in
distance another

Gauche climbs back to rise
Lingers there, Droit makes summit
The ground hums in joy

Labbra arrives climbs
Other peak, breathes heavily
Sups on dew at peak

Gauche returns to cave
Enters, earthquake, happens now
Labbra devours

Droit clings to the peak
Gauche darts in and out of cave
Labbra hikes downward

Gauche climbs to peak which
Labbra left, he continues
Down the valley, thirst

Labbra reaches rise
Rests here for a while, ground squirms
Moves toward the cave

More quakes begin now
Droit and Gauche squeeze and cling tight
Labbra drinks at spring

The ground quiets down now
The brothers leave for now
Knight appears, sword drawn

Knight approaches cave
Sword drawn, he enters, ground moans
The brothers return

Labbra meets his match
Further to the north, agape
Entwined they join

Peaks reoccupied
The brothers Knead the ground
The cave closes in

Knight attacks with sword
The ground squeezes tight
Sword plunges faster

The ground erupts then
The sword breaks and leaks, cave fills
All leave now to sleep

Epic ecstasy
Contented dreams occupy
The minds rest renewed.

Avoid her across the bar,
though she lures you in,
her smoldering come hither stare,
promises pure sin.

In the morning you awake,
you have no idea where,
but your clothes and wallets gone,
and your heart is in despair.

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

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

Sunset falls, darkness
ghouls, goblins emerge to play
evil sugared highs

My love curls into the sky,
smoking from our lust,
as the cigarette burns,
orange flaring afterglow

The voices keep me company
in my mind we enjoy tea
blueberry scones and butter
sandwiches of fluffernutter

We discuss politics politely
pinky raised in the air, so slightly
we discuss religion, so sweet
in our pockets, knives gripped with heat

Thoughts of women, good and bad
One voice sings, softly, so sad
Another screams above the crowd
horrible, things, screeches so loud

The voices keep me company
in my mind we enjoy tea
blueberry scones and butter
sandwiches of fluffernutter

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

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.

Shattered limbs and lives,
storms aftermath path,
riddled with death and collusion.

Online is hardly life
but for many has become reality
never looking for a wife
or outside under stars and trees

A functional reality
based on nothing real
just whats on the screen
and what they pretend to feel

Reflections of time
show in my mirror,
but that is not the me,
I see in my mind's eye.

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.

I used to read and see just fine,
now I wear glasses all the time,
my hair was full and feathered then
now I am a bald, just smooth skin.

Was the captain of the football team,
now I rub down with icyhot cream,
my back is shot with pinched nerves,
every joint creaks and they all hurt.

Was in shape, man I was cut,
now trying to lose this gut,
used to stay out every night,
now its time for bed when no sunlight.

Drinking beer and liquor with no care,
now the hangovers I just can't bare.
still hanging out with my friends,
guess we all adapt until the end.

Down the dark alleyway,
bodies strewn to both sides,
cardboard boxes inhabited,
the stench of life wafts.

Glowing in the darkness,
pure white against the dirt,
a form emerges, alabaster,
venus de milo proportions.

Naked, she walks, new to the scene,
perfect ******* bounce in time,
to rhythmic steps,
makeup, coiffed, and ready Mr. Demille.

New meat for the grinder,
the predator's grin,
their bags and needles on display,
free samples here.

A ****** cherry ripe for picking,
the spoon heats and flame crackles,
the needle, borrowed, pierces the skin,
the statue begins to crumble.

Down the road, the creatures travel,
dragging feet kicking gravel,
moaning in a sugar high,
glucose headed toward the sky,
creators nerves, come unraveled.

Rattling bones,
like ringing phones,
as I am pursued at a run,
Shot, unaffected by my gun.

The bullets seemed to pass on through,
no flesh is there to reduce to stew,
no heart or lungs to destroy,
So I run from skeleton boy.

Homicidal thoughts,
to go with the knife you bought,
Put both back in the box,
or I am calling the cops.

Fear consumes my nightly dreams,
it comes in sweaty streams,
as the creatures roam behind,
the conscious thoughts of my mind.

The sun melted my colors
and they ran
creating another
fantasy land

Pink mountains
and a yellow sea
a green fountain
and purple trees

Lost in puce
found in vermillion
never gets loose
costs a billion

Do you ever think,
about a wink,
or a *****,
in your armor?

Do you ever go,
with the flow,
so you'll glow,
so much brighter?

Have you ever been on a cruise,
had a black and blue bruise,
or taken an arm in arm snooze,
with your beautiful lover?

My eyes are open, blink,
as I think on a kink,
about something pink,
that I'm needing?

Picture taking memories,
under vibrant green trees,
but the brown falling leaves,
tell us that seasons change.

Have you ever roamed,
in underground catacombs,
built with skulls and stones,
by the ancients hands?

The clarion sounds in my head,
as I observe all eyes on her.
Heel toe walk across the floor,
a rhythmic sway hits the room.

A bit of jealousy turns me green,
as they steal bits of her from me,
one blink at a time,
with covetous stares.

Shoulder length, red hair, curled,
an emerald green tank dress,
revealing tan arms and legs,
twinkling blue eyes catch the light.

She reaches our table and sits,
places her hand in mine,
my security system relaxes a bit,
an unfulfilled sigh is released by the room.

A glass of wine she lifts,
its color matches her lips,
ruby redness swallowed,
her sweetness taming the ****.

I lean in for a kiss,
I can feel the heat from eyes,
and I can hear the lyrics to Jessie's Girl,
playing in their heads.

Passionate purple prose,
wrapped in ruby red refrains,
silken similes like satin,
mixed with meteoric metaphors.

Riddled rhyming rhythms,
vexed by vital verses,
initiated introspective introductions,
excellent excited endings.

Simmering summer sun beams,
magical mischevious mirage gleams,
wavering, wistful, wandering dreams,
slowly sliding slippery sweat streams.

Cool caffeinated colas chill,
monitoring Mayan mountains still,
crackling cubes coalesce till,
groups gathered garner goodwill.

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.

Bubba and Cedric, fire up the pit,
throwin’ shade and talking ****,
Javier shows up with fajita,
mesquite smoke runs off **** mosquitos.

Red hots sizzle and skins wide split,
beer so cold, my hands frostbit,
chicken thighs, marinated in dill,
next to it onions and peppers grill.

Thin strips of beef, crackle, and pop
Bill pulls up, he's a cop,
grins and says we’re being too loud,
opens up a beer and joins the crowd.

Music pumping, Master P, and Hank Jr.
everybody is dancing, even Aunt Petunia,
walking a circle when the cumbia plays,
this is turning into a hell of a day.

It's time to eat, ****, forgot tortillas,
no, we didn’t here comes Maria,
brought some for us, all homemade,
washing it down with moonshine lemonade.

Time for dessert, what do we got?
apple cobbler, in the crock ***,
Kita made cake, better than ***,
moon pies in a box, brought by Dex.

The sun dips low but not the tunes,
too much fun, nobody leaving soon,
drinking and dancing and telling jokes,
cigars come out, time to smoke.

Sun coming up, it’s time to go,
night never stopped its awesome flow,
bleary eyed and sleepy as hell,
let's go home and sleep a spell.

Freedom isn't always free,
a prisoner you become of yourself,
loneliness as steel cage bars,
looking for a friend with a key.

On fairy wings of effervescent gold,
she flew away from love untold,
though I loved her with my hearts flow,
she would never stay so I let her go.

I miss her now like summer's heat,
in winter's cold her memories beat,
I miss her when I'm far from home,
forever I will, when I may roam.

I drown my pain in drinks and smoke,
the glowing cherry of every ****,
reminds me of her smile so bright,
I barely make it through most nights.

Perhaps one day this pain will heal,
or someone will change how I feel,
just maybe my door will one day knock,
her key will turn, never changed the locks.

They say you simply never know,
about love till you let it go,
they never mention all the tears like rain,
or you may not recover from the pain.

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

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

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

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

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

10years in a barrel
aging up just fine

I will have my scotch
you can drink your wine

Earthy peaty goodness
Scotland's where its made

I enjoy it and a cigar
while sitting in the shade

I will drink it on the rocks, but prefer it neat
40 bucks for my self is quite a treat.

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

Media bias contamination,
guilt through association,
run and hide from freedoms speech,
most are a blood ******* leech.

Riot, run and break some glass,
none of them have any class,
not really here to protest,
just destroy and make a mess.

Watching the news,
a sad reality,
good and evil,
the real duality,
changing daily depending on your view,
this is what we’re going through.

Stealing, mayhem, and destruction,
not interested in critic construction,
fires lit and cars upended,
until our rights are suspended.

Water cannons, pepper spray,
still, they will not go away,
**** police, they think it's right,
then run away into the night.

Watching the news,
a sad reality,
good and evil,
the real duality,
changing daily depending on your view,
this is what we’re going through.

Sleep all day, so they’re ready to,
ignore and defy the new curfew,
businesses and stores destroyed,
now none of them can be employed.

From ideas, safe spaces sought,
Some of them have been bought,
Soros, Obama, and others pay,
so those people are led astray.

Watching the news,
a sad reality,
good and evil,
the real duality,
changing daily depending on your view,
this is what we’re going through.

Nefarious criminals with Molotovs,
riot police with tear gas bombs,
leading innocence into flames
simple chaos is their game.

Where it stops it’s a guess,
But right now a complete mess,
one day we may get along,
but for now, division is strong.

Watching the news,
a sad reality,
good and evil,
the real duality,
changing daily depending on your view,
this is what we’re going through.