Inside out light
from broken suns
surrounded by dark matter.

My mood is hollow
as the wind blows through
and whistles through my soul.

The inner music
somber tones
resonates in my bones.

A smile begins to creep in
as she walks in
and applies a balm to my sin.

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

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

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

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

The hum of the fan
sings a lullaby
as the stress of the day
falls out of the muscles

An angels cloud of a pillow
my head sinks in
covers pulled up high
warm in my womb

The sheep ramble bye
one bye one
and slowly transform
into nothing

The sandmans dust
has been sprinkled
and rapid eye movement begun
falling into the land of dreams

Landing softly
in a newly mown green field
with knee deep patches
of bluebonnets and Indian paint brushes

A creek trickles nearby
its lulling sound
a salve for any remaining pain
brim swim in its cool waters

In the distance
snow capped mountains
haloed by the sun
that hides behind it

Cottontail rabbits
on the move
pay me no mind
on their journey

The purple martins
sing their song
interrupted
by the mockingbird

A whitetail doe
and her two spotted fawns
ease by, head down,
munching on grass

Calmed, and relaxed
breathing easy and rhythmic
eyes dart around
taking in the beauty of the dream

Rocks and gravel glow,
last of the sun rays fall,
river is still, no discernible flow,
flowers, proud, stand up tall.

Flotsam and jetsam lay still,
picnic table calls to me,
my favorite place to use my quill,
this place inspires poetry.

Green grass sways in the breeze,
clouds in motion are a sight,
I hear the rustle of leaves
evening turns to night.

Instructions should be clear and concise
no interpretation, where you may pay the price
not told to me in fables, parables and verse
they should be without question and well rehearsed

No loop holes or areas of gray
applied across the board with little to say
or left alone entirely, if it affects no one at all
why waste the words, don't make the call

Don't tell me words of man come from on high
they are simply means of control, not words from the sky
some make perfect sense, though written too long
others no longer apply, or are simply wrong.

I like the ghosts and the voices,
but rarely do they sing rejoices,
usually bitter and always mean,
they always set a tragic scene.

My soul is bared though never seen,
with terror encapsulated screams,
the life's blood slowly spreads,
filling the others with unholy dread.

Whitetail deer graze
as cottonwood blooms float,
like fairies on the breeze.

A distant rumble felt,
triggering turkey gobbles,
from the near woods.

A piercing noise shatters the silence,
slowly growing louder,
heads raise and look toward the tracks.

Sprinting toward cover,
the field now empty,
as the sound fades.

the boat that floats
icebergs

bullets fly fast and straight
butterflies glide

radioactive nuclear blast
new plants grow

volcanic islands form in the ocean
sinkholes in the city

lost in the deep dark woods
found in loves bed

diamonds form from coal under pressure
plums bloom on a tree

I tell the future
in my shapes,
for you to interpret,
and mold your fate.

The screaming gears
bones exploding
organs ruptured
fluids running

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

Twixt regions of nether,
is a place of pure joy,
dreamed of by Peter,
and all of the lost boys.

A flower who's nectar,
is the sweetest of all,
grows in the valley,
they hear its call.

In the distance,
sensual peaks rise,
another place,
to claim a prize.

Though the boys fantasize,
about all of Wendy's locations
they have yet to catch a glimpse,
and they rub out their frustrations.

The highway long since reclaimed,
in the years after man,
we never leave a permanent. mark,
though we think we can.

Asphalt returns to dirt,
glass returns to sand,
eventually even steel oxidzes,
returning iron to the land.

iIn the years after man,
much healing will endure,
despite. our thoughts contrary,
humans were but a virus to be cured.

In the blink of an eye,
the earth returns to it's original. state,
another species comes along,
to draw on a blank slate.

I wish I had a map
of every person in my life
how our paths have crossed
and how our interaction affected the next steps
I'm sure i would be proud of some
ashamed of some others
but mostly I hope
our interaction
was for the betterment of us both

Opinions and decisions
Drawn on life's experiences
Lead each down our own path
Sometimes requiring introspection
And examination of our own
Inner demons

Reasons are needed,
to help explain reality,
but the truth is random
and chaos rules.

De Ja Vu
and other things
makes me think
of mental links

but are they real
or imagined
fabricated in my mind
I'm afraid to look and find

I am weak
pretending strength
sampsonesque
and grotesque

unwanted knowledge

Cooler is chiming with Corona bottles,
as I pull back on the speeding boat's throttle.
sliding up on to the white beach sand,
the party will be here, on this island.

Everything's unloaded, and BBQ's lit,
pork **** and pineapple, spin on the spit,
seasoned achiote paste, garlic, and lime,
corn tortillas will be warm, and just in time.

Generator running, as the blender spins,
margaritas slushy, icy liquid sin.
limes are ready, cut and in a bowl,
looks like we are about ready to roll.

Beach volleyball set, net up and marked,
other boats arriving, anchored or parked.
the smell of sunscreen, coconut flavored,
tropical breeze is something to savor.

Bob Marley sings out the "Three Little Birds",
from out of the speakers, I mouth the words.
bikini clad women dance on the beach,
all of the world's problems seem out of reach.

Green water and white foam as I look out,
jet skis go by with a rooster tail spout.
the sky is blue, with a few fluffy clouds,
the sun, a golden ball, shining down proud.

A football is tossed, by guys covered with sweat
some girls at the bar, with their t-shirts wet.
whooping and hollering, the party heats up.
I just keep on, filling up their cups.

Warm island's breeze,
sets us in motion,
rhythmic swinging,
next to the ocean.

Alone on the beach,
beneath palm trees,
red sunset sky,
as the clouds blow by.

Hand in hand,
hammock sways,
my hand's search,
her body does amaze.

Passionate kisses,
bikini strings untied,
hammock swings wildly,
as we enjoy the ride,

Waves crash in time,
as our symphony plays,
tangled crescendos,
at the end of the day.

clouds billow across
turquoise waters rippling
Caribbean rain storm

Freedoms spell cast,
blended into wine,
reasons and explanations,
distilled into, "it's not our time."

One final word,
two final kisses,
tears falling,
more than three.

I close the door,
the engine purrs,
the highways call,
I will no more.

A song for you I would sing
I would buy a diamond ring
a verse or two I would write
and read before we say good night

A fancy meal I would cook
or read out loud your favorite book
all the time I have to spend
on my heart you can depend

All these things where to woo
and hope to snare the heart of you
but all I needed was to say
that I love you on that day

She broke my heart,
in the McDonald's parking lot,
she got in her truck and left,
I was standing in shock and bereft

I looked up and across the street,
looks like I was in for a treat,
Fat Dog's store for beer and liquor,
I needed something, a quick heart fixer.

Bottle of Jack to dry the tears,
it works faster than a beer,
Maybe I should feed the pain,
so I walked back across main.

I need a cheeseburger and a shot of Jack,
so I take a swig and eat a Big Mac,
I'll forget her with this grease,
my hearts just not in one piece.

Maybe I should have ordered double of both.

The fog arrived,
not on the feet of cats,
but as a beast of burden,
swallowing the port and the ships.

The croak of horns
scared it not,
the flash of lights
would not distract.

Stubbornly it sat,
refusing to budge,
in the early morning,
waiting for the sun.

Golden seams
on blue backgrounds
climbing toward the sky
shiny baubles
like stars in the sky
highlight the natural
curved beauty
provided by
her genes

Well I like the taste of Whiskey, but today it was just a disguise.
The reason I’ve been drinking, Is because she said goodbye.
She turned away from me and she walked right straight to him.
So I called up my 3 amigos Johnny, Jack and Jim.

Chorus
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam,
Whenever I need them, they’re here for me,
They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears,
And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers.
So I don’t drink Bud, Miller or Coors light,
I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.

So I got in my truck and headed for the creek
Pulled out my pole and I started a streak
15 bass and a couple of brim
Then I started thinking about her and him

Her in his arms in the back of the truck
I started damning all of my luck
Walked to the yeti and popped open the top
Nothing in there that would make it stop
Drove to the house and opened the door
Those three bottles where there on the floor.

Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam,
Whenever I need them, they’re here for me,
They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears,
And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers.
So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light
I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.

Woke up in the morning with the light creeping in
Sitting in the chair right where I had been
Phone started ringing; my head was pitching a fit
Recognized the number, so I answered it

She said she was sorry and that she had been wrong
She started crying, saying she wasn’t strong
I’d heard enough, I was trying to mend
I told her no, goodbye, so I pressed end

Sat back down, phone ringing again
Decided to spend some more time with my men
Reached on down picked em up off the floor
One more time I wouldn’t need her no more

Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam,
Whenever I need them, they’re here for me,
They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears,
And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers.
So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light
I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.

If food was simply meant to be fuel
then why are there so many flavors
so people say eat to live
these people do not enjoy life
though they probably live longer

I say live to eat
experience the tastes
salty and sweet
umami too
bitter and ****
try them all

Textures and Temperatures vary
crisp or mushy
cold or hot
stringy, or cubed
liquids or solids
or even terrines

Fruits and vegetables
grains and flowers
leaves and roots
fish, fowl, or ruminant
feet, hooves, or fins
again I say let us eat

Fresh or fermented
brewed or aged
all so different
Experience them

Eat, Drink and be Merry

Shadowed dream reality,
peppered curious chaos,
delving into karma
with a silver teaspoon.

Stirring dangerous emotions,
in cauldrons of cast iron,
where hearts once were,
now cold and dark, the fire gone.

Irradiated kisses burn,
into skeletal cheeks,
once plump with joy
now evaporated.

Sweet condensed tears
drip dewy trails,
falling on empty palms,
dried, unable to rehydrate.

Parchment soul written,
the final story read,
now crumbled
and blown away.

Love came and went,
simply wrong,
I'm sure it can happen,
I see others going strong.

A wild spirit,
roaming free,
someone is out there,
just for me.

While my belief has dwindled,
and the world is harsh,
somehow I keep,
a magic spark.

I am open,
and hope one day,
that I can find,
a love to stay.

Like the rolling tumbleweeds,
we all go on following needs,
riding opportunities wind,
never knowing where it may end.

Surf the wave to its conclusion,
never rule out, never make preclusion,
for if you limit the where to ride,
you will be stuck, never changing tide.

Ride the horse, till it falls down,
you may never win the triple crown,
but you can always ride another,
crawl out from under, never smother.

Throw the dart, and hang the map,
let her sit in your lap,
enjoy the music and the sway,
life is short, it's best to play.

Keep, chapstick and a knife,
when you find her, love your wife,
when you sleep, pray for your soul,
though life eventually consumes us whole.

I took aim and pulled my trigger,
it went down fast, with no pain.
What did I **** you ask?
Time!

Cemetery trees
oozing brown leaves
the mournful wind
cries over the sins.

My guide in black
face like a heart attack
leads the way with her wand
toward a green bubbling pond.

Here we sit in a hollow log
watching for movement across the bog
strange creatures, come to drink
zombies, and monsters, slither and slink


Here's our prey, and she points a bent finger
a mistake for this creature to linger
once a man, still on two feet
Now something you'd not want to meet.

Part scorpion, and pig, scales like a snake
she motions for me to aim and to take
Cross hairs align, the safety is cleared
I pull the trigger, in her eye I see a tear.

As he goes down, her facade dissolves
with his memories death, she is absolved
a beautiful woman, emerges and grins
the scenery changes as her hearts on the mend.

Fire up the grill
its time to thrill
Tastebuds on tongues
Seasonings flung

Rub it all on
Garlic and tarragon
Butter and thyme
The smell is divine

Lemon squeeze.
Sure to please
Wrap it in foil
Pleasure in toil

Coals glowing red, look
Ready to cook
Hear the sizzle and pop
Pop open a top

El pacifico with lime
Helps **** the time
Now asparagus with dill
Goes down on the grill

Out comes parslied rice
Will pair really nice
Asparagus is ready
Salmon aroma is heady

Get your plate
Don't be late
Labor day dinner
Sure was a winner

Negligees and lingerie
Enhancing beauty
Or in the way
Obscuring  the perfect
Sculpture of art
Or simply
Adding imagination
To our
Favorite parts?

Arousal inspired
By leather and lace
Like presents
To be unwrapped
On Christmas morn
Adding anticipation
And excitement
To already burning
Lust

dry and brown desert
temperatures climbing high
cool lake calling me

Swim along chasing shad
Under docks with shade
Tail walk just for the fun

the barista grins
writes boss on the cup
a cure for running late

Chuckle, chuckle go the waves,
small ones, as they lick the beach
sunset over the strip of white sand
as I slowly walk toward the fishing pier

The temperature begins to drop
flannel shirts over bikini tops
sunglasses rise to head top perch
a fire pit is dug in the sand

The last gull flies away inland
searching someplace to spend the night
past a group of friends I stroll
I hear the sound of popping tops

Crackle, pop and the smell of gas
as the driftwood fire starts
a silver moon emerges from the abyss
setting the wave top foam aglow

Behind green-tinted lenses,
her blue eyes rolled,
inappropriate comments,
slid off summertime smiles.

Laughter and giggles,
water splashing,
Lemon La Croix *****
seasoning the afternoon.

Laughter is healing,
laughter is stealing,
adding back minutes to your life,
that you can spend with your kids and wife.

So be a fan of comedy,
or try a bit of dramedy,
trade funny stories with friends,
laughing is better than crying in the end.

Flavors and layers,
all hidden inside,
shadowed by a mask
of fear or pride.

To truly find out,
trust must be gained,
sometimes the beginnings,
are nothing but strain.

Small punctures made,
by teeth and by fingers,
the first pleasurable taste,
a memory to linger.

As peelings and wrappings,
are removed over time,
flesh and nectars revealed,
tongues tingle in the sublime.

No more secrets hidden,
seeds and core exposed
fingers and face drip divine,
identifiable smile, everyone knows.

I lost myself
In a sea of time
But time was lost
Before its prime

So many thoughts and verse
on footprints in the sand,
I turn and look down the beach
a narrow bit of unmarked land.

Though I have been walking
for hours and steps untold,
looking behind me,
none of that unfolds.

Not a single footprint,
or a disturbed sand grain,
perhaps this journey
has been only in my brain.

The waves just keep crashing
licking at my feet
and the shells keep on changing
never miss a beat.

Green water out as far as I can see,
foaming here and there, glints in the light,
on my right, vine covered sand dunes
rise blocking further sight.

Out in front of me
the same as behind,
I continue walking
not sure of what I'll find.

Gaping holes from ripped heart,
love no longer contained,
seeping into pools of pain,
taped body outline as I drain.

Emotion fueled accelerants
ignite and melts neurons,
no longer firing in the fire,
melted like an electric wire.

The numbness sets in
as the painkiller takes hold,
and memories fade to the now
lost in the past but moving on, how?

Down one of life's many trails,
you cannot see passed times veils,
you can make inferences and guesses,
to set yourself up to prevail.

Pay attention to the clues,
avoid all your prior miscues,
learn from those life lessons,
when asked to dance never refuse.

Meet new people and their friends,
respect their views, don't condescend,
you cannot make it all alone,
and will need them in the end.

Casting lines
dropping jigs
some of them tipped with pig

Chicken liver
on the river
channel, Blues or yellow cats

Texas Rig
rattle Trap
pull out that hot spot map

Spinner baits
attracting blades
casting lures in the shade

Spin cast
snoopy pole
custom rod, medium fast

Crappie and largemouth
catfishing in the south
lakes or rivers, even streams
sometimes of the gulf we dream

Finger mullet on the line
waiting on the drag to whine
sharks or rays, even trout,
man that what it's all about

Whiting or croaker
let's go catch some Redfish
or salmon for the smoker

Northern pike and walleyes
white bass and panfish
fishing under blue skies

Bring a rod and a reel
tackle box and cold beer
at the lake its the deal

Cast and wind
catch and clean
fried blackened or steamed

We shoot across the galaxy,
riding the comet's tail,
thousands of miles an hour,
leaving a shining trail.

Stopping here on earth,
for a hundred years or less,
leaving a scar on hearts,
for life is such a mess.

Touching other souls,
sending them reeling from the collision,
just like an asteroid impacting satellite,
controlled with imprecision.

So leave your mark while your here,
because remember time goes fast,
then once again into the universe,
time on Earth never lasts.

Life is a journey
don’t be in a hurry
it starts at birth
and for what it’s worth

Youth is wasted on the young
stuck at home cannot roam far flung
enjoy childhood while you can
do not wish to be a man

Or a woman, be a girl
growth in time will unfurl
changes to your body and voice
and your height in time will hoist

But do not rush this or you will miss
grandparents, Santa and Birthday wish
sports and games and plays and such
not now but in time you will miss it much

Junior high and sometimes high school is a drag
when it’s done of those times you will brag
so enjoy them all the way through
because you’ll notice the time, it flew

Go to dances, parties, and gatherings
gather knowledge in smatterings
play football, try the choir and FFA
long distance running or softball play

You do not have to win each one
but trying them is half the fun
have a group of best friends
you know, Keepers till the end

But meet new people do not be shut
the best of them will make the cut
out of School to college or a job
of your beliefs do not be robbed

Continue to be who you are
after all, your decisions fill your jar
continue to learn and experience
life continues on and hence

Find a spouse or a calling
fill your life with job or some bawling
kids, and watch them grow
like the grass that must be mowed

And tended, they now are also on the path
guide them well and do the math
through parenthood and middle age
from your experience, advice, give sage

Grow old do not stop living and doing
your life gets shorter when you stop moving
see your kids
their Kids
and maybe their kids

Set an example for the journey of life
along the way, love your husband or wife
you and they will know you lived
when at last they close the casket lid.

Hearing the busy tone of life,
beeping beeping, giving strife,
I tried to call, but no one answered.
my hair stuck down, with sweat plastered.

The nerves rise with pins and needles,
the world is full of good and evil,
the winds of change, with hurricane-force,
have me standing on the porch.

I hold on gripping the cast iron rail,
now listening to the virus hail,
it bounces off and ricochets,
like fired from a trebuchet.

I see a crack inside the storm,
hopefully, itself destroyed and torn,
a beam of light, horizons of dream
the sun's heat begins to steam.

Life on hold, nerves now bare
like a dragon not leaving the lair,
hoarding my treasures all alone,
hoping to hear the ringing phone.

A snow melt stream
won't be here long
cuts a path through life
going fast and strong

Each flake that melts
increases pace from slow
making personality
changing reflection and flow

Sometimes muddy
at times clear
temperatures change
as spring time nears

When at last
it finally dries
or into a river
over a waterfall at last it flies