I tripped the life fantastic
And fell upon my face
Was put into my place
And teased with silk and lace

Living la vida loca
Is a hard thing to do
Bit off more than I could chew
And sometimes i got *******

A ride on the fantastic voyage
Filled with *** and lust
Many hearts did I bust
Now my soul is full of rust

Eat drink and be merry
I was a huge fan
Was my master plan
But now I understand

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

A riddle of life
full of strife
choices are scary
be ever wary

In a state of fugue I left
my mind broke in cleft
in a new place awoke
clouds were billowing like smoke

Thoughts are scrambled
life has been gambled
to leave, get off station
and go on permanent vacation

Dimensions combine in the stream
coalescing thoughts in the dream
pin ******, on my head, cold like rain
even in my sleep, cannot escape the pain

Upon the wind
I will ride,
my sails I'll tend,
against the changing tide.

I'll never break,
though I may bend,
this claim I'll stake,
until the end.

This fight I'll fight,
though I will lose,
with all my might,
I'll find the clues.

The ones that teach
how to truly be,
within our reach,
we can be happy.

In a fog of confusion
a roll of the dice
where will life take me
like pie by the slice

Waves of opportunity
and winds of change blow
changing my shoreline
fast, and not slow

Some of these
caught with a balloon
or surfed on along
sometimes too soon

The places I have been
and the places yet to go
some far, far away
others just a stones throw

I have known many people
some I choose to forget
others like family
there may be more yet

Time is dripping from the clock,
slowly filling up our lock,
as we float we slowly rise,
hopefully, there is a future prize.

On the day that it has filled,
our current life we will yield,
flowing into the next stream,
like shifting places in a dream.

Crossed the state line,
playing the radio,
out of Texas,
into New Mexico.

From Sargent beach
we came and went,
the house was nice,
I paid the rent.

The beach was empty,
the fishing ******,
the water was hot,
we had no luck.

But fun times were had,
me, the kids and wife,
one last vacation,
before new life.

The son now drives,
the daughter about to go,
off to college,
our life's new flow.

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?

Embers light,
protection slight,
pray it holds,
til night folds.

In the eye of calm,
only you can walk,
the rest rages,
swirling around us.

Deep thoughts of love
and of the danger very real
sometimes is required
for the deep wounds to heal.

The gentle smell of smoke
I watch it curl out of crystal
and slowly snake
towards the ceiling

The flickering light
casting moving shadows
across the room
bringing darkness to life

The sound of thunder
in the distance
and the dripping rain
falling on the sidewalk

The green oil
in its container
slowly drawing
up the wick

Providing light
and comfort
to the family
huddled around

Dangling above the world
I see dim movement from below,
a pendulum in the breeze
as I begin an intricate pattern.

Weaving back and forth
in outward motions
an angled filled octagon
begins to take shape.

Watching, more like feeling,
every movement, vibration,
comes to me in laser like
flashes, in reds and blues and greens.

Traveling down silken wires,
where I lurk and wait
manning my security panel
watching for a meal and danger.

An alarm flashes red on my panel,
I feel it coming from above me,
I slink into action
to see what my trap has caught.

A fat green grasshopper struggles
it's wings and legs thrashing as I approach
a quick bite and injected venom
slows the agitation, as I begin to wrap it.

Blue laser lights travel to me
from another quadrant,
I rush to find a lime green Luna moth
it's chartreuse eye spots staring in fear.

A bite and another,
white wrapped package,
left for me to enjoy
at my leisure.

In our death
run out of breath
we become souls of stars
burn in space near and far
lighting the night
with our fires burning bright

myself I have shattered
destroyed all that mattered

in the maelstrom, I spin and spin
wallowing in thoughts of my own sin

when the singularity swallows me
at least then I will be free.

The light I was following
was simply ripped away
pursuing the end of time
and then I heard 'clear'
and felt an electric shock
then my heart restarted
and was ticking like a clock.

Twinkling lights mirrored in blue eyes,
a group of carolers in the distance,
set a festive mood.

Hand in hand strolling,
the neighborhood lights entertain,
a few snowflakes fall.

Our lips meet,
tasting of hot chocolate and eggnog,
our heat defies the cold night.

Like a gift unwrapped,
love is given,
on Christmas Eve.

Mirrored depths, inhabited,
as the now naked trees,
reach for lost leaves,
now floating on still waters.

Koi, glide through
liquid relaxation,
another realm,
I long to visit.

A Coriolis storm of loathing,
smothering my thoughts,
the aches and pain of life,
painting annoyance on my face.

Jaded beyond repair,
the human experience,
wasted on imbeciles and idiots,
pushing the sane over the edge.

Pink and purple prose,
written and posted,
but never read,
unless on the phone screen.

Gender, transgender, confusion,
binary systems multiplied,
pronoun confusion and deletion,
along with the rewriting of history.

Snowballs rolling downhill,
growing so large, no longer containable,
begin to fly apart, as the sun goes nova,
celestial rage impending doom.

Drooping eyes, but wired mind,
excited by coffee's caffeine,
longing for the silence,
only found in loneliness.

Karmic questions,
with no answers,
rhetorical thoughts,
always what ifs.

Questions breed answers,
which result in actions,
thoughts grow ideas,
watered with brow sweat.

Imagination skews reality,
eventually bending it to its will,
changing preconceptions,
quaking the status quo.

South Eastern New Mexico
not far from the line,
the suns coming up,
it looks so sublime.

Its golden rays,
shine down on my face,
but sometimes it seems,
I feel out of place.

This is not my home,
it's a full day away,
someday I'll return,
and for more than a day.

From where does the sun come,
it comes from my home,
rising each morning from a space nexus,
but if you ask me it just comes from Texas.

If you have seen the rain,
make a flower grow,
have you also seen it flood,
and destroy with it's flow?

Have you ever tasted,
a kiss that was so sweet,
and have you felt the poisoned lips,
of one filled with lies and deceit?

I once saw an angel,
whose beauty was divine,
then I saw her evil,
she destroyed a friend of mine.

The surface rarely shows,
what truly lies underneath,
so be wise and careful,
look before you leap.

Shattered and destroyed
pieces of my heart
shimmer on the ground
in the suns light

I cannot see
for I am shrouded
in the darkness of
loss and pain

Questions remain
as they always do
did it have to be this way
who is to blame

there is no easy answer
sweep up the pieces
and stitch them back together
as life goes on as does the opportunities

That another is out there
waiting and looking for me
as I wait and look for them
perchance we will meet

The pain burns me
acid rain of life and love
a stain, newly formed on life's map
torn veins liquid
slowly drains

But not blood
in this flood
loves plasma
donated to the miasma
and lessons learned
we continue to yearn

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

Through the portal of my mind,
I never know what I might find,
animals talking or a visiting alien,
synapse snapping, having fun.

Crazy is just a flavor of the mind
it brings joy to some
puts others in a bind
what have I become

Binding a simple task
straitjackets come in every size
not so my Lector mask
crazy in my eyes

Thoughts of brains and beans
served with chianti wine
in my soul, hear the screams
so for now I pay the fine

Clarise, Clarise,
you never understood
ridding the world of fools,
doing all I could

Wearing others skin
to escape who I am
my sanity worn thin
channeling son of sam

It's not a crime, in my mind
thinning of the pool
excising the unworthy
a scalpel, as my tool

Genetic options thinned
much like culling the herd
their meat has been tinned
inner voices have me spurred

So for now, I have escaped
I am loose and on the run
eating who I choose
being chased by dudes with guns

In the end
when all is said and done
Crazy, just a word
another one, for fun

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

Humming giant neon signs,
flash words never spoken,
there is no rhyme but a reason,
the people's dreams are shattered.

Keep your head bowed down,
to the digital God in your hand,
you can look upon nothing,
just see the printed words.

Text your responses deep into the cloud,
the tapping keys are the only sounds
no words are heard, eye contact never made,
but games are played, in this electronic age.

Interaction has been reduced,
to photons and electrons,
projected eye to eye,
yet the truth is hidden.

The music still plays,
but it is never shared,
transmitted in to your ear,
and you dance, alone.

Love opens doors,
Transdimensional gates,
Transporting us to new lands.

Original experiences,
Shared together,
Traveling through time.

Essences blending,
Like incense smoke intertwining,
Flavoring our shared knowledge.

Potential,
a potent word,
rife with meaning.

Possibilities for growth,
stored energy contained,
a word determining the future.

My ears hear a different tune,
than others understand,
my eyes see into true depths of beauty.

Sometimes love is like
catching the wind in a jar
or the water in a sieve
it just doesn't stay
no matter how hard
we try
.........................................

Am I in vtach, or afib
either way its not right
my ventricles are out of whack
since you left last night

the pain of loss has ripped it out
it lies upon the floor
its beats slowly subside
since you walked out the door

if it is to heal
this will be no surgical scar
more like a chainsaw
that cut me near and far

coronary *****
so strong, yet so frail
on a depressed ocean
it now has set sail

Hallucinations of perfection,
reality doesn't matter,
I see what I want to see.

The first love
fits like a glove
but rarely lasts
precious memories
of the past

Splinters of beating flesh
lay upon the floor
hoping to re-mesh
and then to search some more

Cleansing tears
at bedtime
wash away the ills
encountered in the day

Flash-blinded
eyes closed
as the thunder rolls
and new love is found

A swirling vortex
peripheral fuzz and buzz
electrical sparks fly

The sleep of the post-******
is sporadic and episodal
enjoy It while you can

Chasing butterflies at bed time
me and my lover
as the fan whirrs
and we fall asleep

Caught in beauties trap
I felt it around my heart go snap
when you raised your dripping face
It began to beat and race

The thunder clapped and lightning flashed

The rain poured down, but my spirits rose
I remember the moment in poets prose
we were wet, but didn't feel a thing
I felt the need to go buy a ring.

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

Turn emotions of all kinds
into words upon the page
a new world forms
in the minds eye
and sets a brand new stage

Beautiful images fill my head
the words ignite a memory

Love expressed through looks and verse
Never to be shared
But if ever given the chance
I'm sure you would be there

Love to give
builds up and spills out
as a fine line of poetry

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.

Lost in my colors match and mix,
but you always watch my six,
literally and figuratively
I always know you're in love with me.

I am the negative post
you are the positive
sparks fly when connected
but our love illuminates the room
incandescent
fluorescent
phosphorescent
visible and invisible
just like light from a bulb

Loving stares in her direction
whispers of my affection
longing kisses on her lips
my hands creep around her hips
squeezing her next to me
I love her so, I hope she sees

Dusted me with cinnamon kisses
awakened me in pure bliss
If she ever leaves
This I'd surely miss

Now she is gone

Lost in the minotaur's maze
I created for myself
dodging self incrimination
and what might have been

I run for the light at the end
only to discover it is not the exit
crashing once again into
memories of you
and what might have been.

Loves elixir flows,
from dripping petals,
an excited tentacle throbs
at every taste.

Aquamarine eyes hide,
rolled back behind eyelids,
skin as smooth as butter,
massage cubes roll under my hand.

Her green lipstick smile,
giving away her thoughts,
as pleasure overrides pain,
***** martini to finish.

Crawling out of the sheets,
from where our fires did meet,
I am burned and sore in places
that still pleasantly tingle traces.

Our flames, burning orange
a low glimmering sight,
but given lust for fuel,
combustion to blue in the night.

Sparking friction,
crackling addiction,
conflagrations consume
but ours regularly resumes.

Our need to feed
on each other can,
never ever be met,
so we take what we can get.

A threat and a promise
all contained in truth,
walk the line,
as the ring of fire surrounds you.

I once wrote a poem so sweet,
about the day that we did meet,
you were walking on the beach,
your beauty, into my heart, did reach,
walking the sand in your bare feet.

In the darkness in between,
of true love and and lust I sing,
breathy songs with gasping spasms,
creeping tongues and *******.

With fingers that travel over her lands,
exploring everywhere with both hands,
warming breaths on silky skin,
burning pyres of original sin.

Building toward volcanic eruption,
with all the powers of seduction,
whispered lovings cooed in an ear,
intentions made crystal clear.

Engorged lips pressed together,
now teasing with a feather,
ice cubes melt and dripped along,
extending verses of this song.

Harmonies entered as one voice,
higher now, we have no choice,
baseline bumping, shaking walls,
setting up the chorale call.

The chorus hits hard and fast,
finale is soon cannot last,
our music made and instruments spent,
we wonder where the night time went.

Ocean tides of light,
swim across the night,
like his love for his girl
ever-flowing in this world.

His heart burns hot despite the cold,
in his arms, he wants to hold,
her forever and ever more,
so his love to her he swore.

From the frigid night a yes,
to a Mexican love nest,
with mariachis and candy skulls,
in their love, there are no lulls.

Wedded bliss as spirits bless,
a tuxedo and a white dress,
exchanging rings and I do's forever,
watched over by their ancestors.

Your soul is my binding,
your skin is my pages,
our love is a book,
that I long to pen.

My thoughts transmitted,
traced by my fingertips
in a trail of goosebumps,
that I rub in with my palm.

My intentions overflow,
spilled from their container,
with my feathered quill,
I start another chapter.

Page after page,
thought after thought,
kissed into your skin,
till the plot becomes apparent.

As the pages get short,
rereading is necessary,
more loving ink pours
until at last the covers close.

But, the series continues.

Simple paper sacks line the sidewalk,
moving in the wind,
just trash waiting to blow away.

Christmas Eve, sacks glow from within,
candles flicker, with the meekest of light
yet fill our spirits with love and hope.

The display steals our breath,
as we walk down the street,
a lit path for visitors to travel.

Her secrets contained,
within my mind,
memories unwrapped,
like birthday gifts
to be revisited,
like tchotchkes on the shelf,
wrapped by Victoria but it was not her name.

Wounded men at barstools
turn and watch her walk away
they try to play it cool
but their blood spurts to her hips sway

She held them up, cleavage for miles
dressed to the nines in her heels
shot them with her shotgun smiles
and laughs as they bleed and reel

Egos destroyed, she did not sit
just kept on walking by
now they wither bit by bit
as their machismo, slowly dies

Memories of making love
under bridges in the fall,
our bed of golden leaves,
continuing to blow over us
on the afternoon autumn breeze.

Cinnamon, clove and spice,
was the taste of you,
all morning baking pumpkin pies,
I begged you for a walk.

Dirt road dust,
the sound of the creek,
the splashing sounds as we threw rocks.

I kissed you neck and lips,
as if tasting the divine.

You grabbed my hand and lead me under the bridge.

Trapped in my asylum,
locked are all the doors,
my mood bounces up and down,
off the walls and on the floor.

From depths of hell,
to manic's peak,
away from this,
away I seek.

The ball of rubber
in a concrete pit,
perpetual ricochet,
I guess this is it.

Frowns and smiles,
and frowns again,
like changing masks,
the shape I'm in.

Down promised paths,
the treasure lies,
I hold the map,
it's in my lap,
but I dare not trust it.

***** traps have been laid,
and more than once I have been played,
so I proceed with caution,
and read the flowery lies,
at margins edge.

Tips and tricks and what fors,
all in riddle or in rhyme,
going forward step by step,
but taking my time,
and watching my footing.

Up ahead I see the prize,
that you promised with lies
but the closer I get,
the further it is away,
but not moving.

Finally, I get within reach,
and a final lesson you teach,
clear wall I cannot see but feel,
no clue to open it,
teased and stuck once more.