Black-eyed Susan
in the roadside growth
a splash of color to the weeds

Swirling colors combine
to form some art it is divine
many hours, lost in time
to create things, visually sublime

Sparked Imagination
hidden behind a lock
searching for the key
but sometimes
you just have to knock.

Two sides of the same coin
sun and shadow
one produces both
light and dark
quite the paradox

Friday Afternoon, it’s time to blow
load it all up and away we go
kids in the back with a bag of snacks
gone for the weekend, but we'll be right back

Dog in her lap and the wife riding shotgun
driving down the highway out running everyone
bare feet on the dash and the radio playing
country music, hip hop, and rock, and were singing

We know every lyric of every song
when we sing the ride, don't take as long
but whining and asking makes the truck slow down
we will gas, eat and *** in the next town

All of a sudden, I'm the only one awake
driving down the highway not taking a break
we'll get there sometime, 6-10 hours
the miles on and on the truck devours

Whether it’s to Raton, the Deer lease or Home
awhile it takes, bugs dying on chrome
of the bumper or the windshield,
seeing deer and turkey in the field

Next to the road, as we go by
or looking at stars in the night sky
sometimes its clouds that pass the time
depending on season or current clime

I've seen a rat, and once Alfred Hitchcock's profile,
never know what the clouds will make in the next mile
sitting and Riding and Riding and Sitting
getting kind of tired but I’m not giving

Up the wheel, even though I'm tired
mile upon mile tired but wired
if I'm in a car, I'd just as soon be steering
needing some tea, Gas station is brewing

It’s getting late, we're almost there
tomorrow morning, waking up without a care
got all Saturday to do why we came
hunting, fishing, or visiting, get it done just the same

Had a lot of fun, but like journeymen
Sunday morning do it all again

Back to work Monday

In this life there is rhythm and blues
every body has to pay their dues,
so find your solace where you can,
cause in then end, your just human.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

Harmonica starts sounding, like a train,
clack, clack, of tracks and whistle insane
music and tunes, in my simple brain
rhythm and flow keeps me sane.

The spark of my engine plugs
start a never ending feed
*****, meds, and drugs
not just a bit always exceed.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

*** and lies as the music plays
in one place I never stay
riding on Ozzy's train, crazee,
I got problems just like Jay-z.

Shotgun blast from the speakers,
the bass hits hard this song a keeper
guitar and drums lay out a groove,
lets everyone get up and move.

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

White lines and yellow stripes
lit by high beam headlights,
continually run away,
into the deepening blackness.

Straight ahead is a void,
devoid of light and stars,
we are drawn that way,
by the path of least resistance.

To the left and the right,
the sky is energized,
pitchforks and talons,
grab and stab at the earth.

Bass drum beats follow
each blinding swipe,
but we just keep rolling forward,
headlong into the night.

Our destination sings out,
using the scan button on the radio,
beckoning us onward, with country and rock,
and we follow despite the building storm.

Hood rats and hipsters
walking the street,
knit caps and headphones,
in the summertime heat.

Watching these people,
you're just not sure,
are these alien hybrids,
or straight human pure.

The reason you ask,
and it's true apropo,
we're walking around,
in Roswell, New Mexico.

Here the aliens
are wild and free,
walking the street
looking like you and me.

Green alien carvings
and cardboard cut outs,
help them hide in plain sight,
and lend substance to doubt.

But make no mistake,
the extraterrestrials are here,
eating green chiles,
and sipping on beer.

In a room filled with glass and fire.
fantastic colored fluids to stare and admire.
Bunsen burners orange and blue flame .
Tubes that spiral around like a  game.

Steam and popping bubbles.
Brewing danger and trouble.
Potions here and potions there.
So many you lose all care.

Lavender, licorice and lilac.
Smells good, but the  liquids black.
Another red and shiny like a rose.
But it smells like piled compost.

On a table, glass tubes build a cube.
Just like a machine built by Rube.
4 places to pour liquids in.
Through the tubes they mix and spin.

A single spigot on the side.
Are you brave, open wide!
Pretty colors in the cup
Go ahead drink it up!
If you do, I'd like to see!
You are more brave than me.

No holds barred, nothing held back
I go in on full attack
shed the blocker, I see his back
He feels me but now he's sacked

Blue and white and lots of green,
filling up the two-track scene,
deep in Texas in the spring,
so many memories do this bring.

In the sea of my mind
thoughts drift, afloat
Cerebrospinal fluid waves
Ripple across

Neuron sails billow
In the idea winds
Tacking occasionally
When steered

Pirates roam these waters
Distracting and hijacking
Destroying and pillaging
Keeping them from fruition

Colorful
Hilarious
Financial
Existential

So many thoughts
A regatta to manage
In the minds marina
On race day

Aurora borealis lights,
cast ocean waves upon the night,
upon the cresting waves, I sail,
undulating without fail.

Perseids shoot like comet trails,
so beautiful I must inhale,
grasp the destruction in the atmosphere,
suddenly my thoughts are clear.

Life out in the street is hard,
so be careful or you might get scarred,
think about the choice you make,
as it just might be your life they take.

Guns on every corner cocked and loaded,
some selling bombs readily exploded,
black tar ******, crack, and coke,
decisions altered with every ****.

Vagabonds and losers,
everyone's a chooser,
champions and winners,
some are saints and some are sinners.

Deep in the dark with no assistance,
fight of your life against heavy resistance,
all your armed with is your wits,
are you ready to go, or call it quits?

Out of the dark and into the light,
did you win, maybe, but there's always a fight,
pay attention, prepared and ready to roll,
keep your eyes on the prize and strive for the goal.

Vagabonds and losers,
everyone's a chooser,
some are saints and some are sinners,
but not everyone's a winner.

Sand dollars strewn crazily
on the clear water bottom
a starfish slowly moves by
beach is covered with shells

Sting ray slithers by and buries
underneath the sand
a jelly floats away
tentacles reaching out behind

Mud minnows and sand fleas
ride the mini waves
up at the beach
swimming from kids with nets

A bottle nose dolphin cruises
just off the shore
occasionally blowing
a geyser of water in the air

Brown pelicans and kites
skim the water and the wind
wingtips dipping in the wave
waiting for a meal to appear

Searching for home,
places for the lost heart,
a key searching for a lock,
an arrow for its target.

To scatter one's, soul,
across the universe,
shotgun pellet style,
maybe effective.

But when and if,
the target is hit,
to gather one's self,
takes eons.

In a half moon hollow,
down a gravel road,
at the base of a
verdant green mountain.

Turkey call alarm clock,
putt-putt-putt, from the trees
towards the top of the mount;
echoes down the valley.

Caw! caw! the raven calls,
flying high over head;
Hmmmmmmmmmmm,
as the humming bird zooms by.

The steady dribble of water,
piped into a trough;
from a welling spring,
located high up above.

A pair of mule deer,
ease across the dry creek
and road, just down
from where the camper sits.

Flashing silver scales,
under flowing river water,
hidden eddies behind rocks,
harbor the beast I seek.

The sun casting shadows,
as I cast my line,
the splash and pop,
of the chug bug, I stop and wait.

Silver and copper blades,
glinting in the cold green water,
the afternoon sun,
casting reflections.

Tributaries mumble as they enter the river proper,
splashing bait here and there,
the flash of green and orange,
juvenile sunfish schooling.

Fathead minnows,
dart back and forth,
at the surface of the water.
ripples following behind.

Mosquito larvae wiggle,
as the mayflies emerge,
lacy wings, erupt in mass,
the water’s surface explodes with fish.

My fly drifts through the air,
attached to canary floating line,
I matched the hatch,
as it hits the water, a strike.

Schrödinger's cat
Pavlov's dog
Occam's razor
Ones in? A box alive? Or not
I think maybe he was smoking ***
The other liked the ringing of bells
It was time to eat salivation tells
The other used to shave
Down to the fewest assumptions made.

Poetry is hard to interpret?
Read of these and confused, you deserve it
While lots of science, lost in theory
Some of it will make you weary

Dark and anti matter exist indeed
Does that mean there is an anti me?

How many dimensions and do they touch
This will turn your mind to mush

Ancient aliens, panspermia experimentally
Makes a lot of sense to me
Explains more than you're taught by rote
Pyramids built by tree and rope?
Megastructures built by hand
All over every land
Some we can not duplicate
We are just supposed to believe by faith

Running circles on my head
Random thoughts uniquely spread
Down to paper or on to screen
They are the damndest things

Raise the shields
Set up force fields
Evasive action activated
Defense from being devastated

Blaster bolts whizz right by
Ozone smell in the sky
Photons, armed and aimed
when fired, **** and maim

Light speed and warp speed
engines fire, use fuel with need
Dilithium crystals in short supply
It's now or never, do, or die

Photon torpedoes, aye aye sir
Phasers locked, if you prefer
Forward emitter, ready to blast
Tetrion particles unstable fast

Make it so, number one
**** the engines, get er done
Full speed warp, around the sun
Back in time, this won't be fun

Into the breach, we warp on que
Firing aft, and port-side too
If we make it through the fray
Romulan ale, the captain pays

A single bead at first
begins to run down my spine
turning into a torrent
as sol begins to climb.

Skin begins to redden
in the July sun
it's is not hard to tell
that summer has begun.

Mercury climbing up past ninety
even in the darkest shade
the beer in my Yeti never gets cold
the heat doesn't care how much I paid

Lakes and rivers, oceans too
the people flock to in mass
standing neck deep in water
waiting for the scorch to pass

Better living through chemistry,
hiding in the sophistry.
drowning in the alcohol,
but my heart remains enthralled.

From mid-seventies
to the mid-thirties
spring and winter fight.

The winds of change always blow,
in a neverending zephyric flow,
sometimes less and sometimes more,
you never know just what's in store.

Sometimes rains comes on with,
or hurricane's forces surpassing myth,
snow occasionally whites out blind,
then the sun comes and we're all fine.

From the mud grasses bloom,
and colors us away from gloom,
opportunities now abound,
pick and choose from all around.

Heat picks up and everything dries,
the only moisture is from our cries,
but this is short and seasons change,
life is cyclical, nothing strange.

Everpresent wind increases,
canceling all the leaves leases,
blowing them into pyres,
we ignite them with sparks of fire.

The smell of cows and feed
blow in from the north
the cool winds soothe
after the heat of summer

Days begin to get shorter
animals begin stocking cache's
moving quickly back and forth
searching for quick meals

Changing of birds
White wing and Mourning dove
Ducks and geese of all kinds
migrate through to the south

Sandhill cranes,
honk loudly
announcing their arrival
and with them, the season changes

Summer to Fall
and straight into winter
as the years go by
they do so faster and faster

Ciphers and codes,
apple pie a la mode,
Navajo talkers unseen,
defeated the enigma machine.

.......................

Apple pie a la mode
is a code
that can only be solved with a spoon
under the light of the moon.

.........................

With frozen vanilla giggles,
goosebumps and wiggles,
I eat her apple pie a la mode
sending her into the zone.

................................

Pert apple stems heated
under my breaths warmth
ice cream rivulets run
as I enjoy her a la mode.

.................................

Morse code whispers
whipped cream topped whimpers
deciphering her squeezing hold
this time it's me a la mode.

The monster seethes,
with pure rage,
twisting steel,
for my cage.

Lips parted,
a show of teeth,
rough and jagged,
like a coral reef.

I grin at him,
and give in,
to his love,
original sin.

I do this only,
to gain trust,
and to allow,
for bars to rust.

Sleeping now,
the monster lays,
loosened bars,
from their stays.

Squeezing through,
I will betray,
the trust I earned,
and slip away.

I run and run,
and I'm free,
emotions high,
it is jubilee.

On the page for all to see,
the words and thoughts of me,
are these words winners for the page,
do they deserve to be on stage?

Self doubt clouds in and rains,
my emotions are all strained,
struggling with paper and pen,
want them to be liked and to win!

With the first word written down,
on my face a solemn frown,
concentrating to do my best,
just writing, ignore the rest.

Stanzas, rhymes or free verse,
are these good or are they cursed,
self reflection, hear the voices,
all of these though, are MY choices!

Poems finished and on the page,
some filled with fun, others rage!
Some romance or natures beauty,
others about a redhead cutie.

No matter the content, they're from me
out there now, for all to see.
Some will hate, others love,
some will say its from above.

My soul on paper, bled in ink,
you have read it, what do you think?
Did it touch you, or leave you flat?
I think I will stop with that

Astral projection
against my will.
I float feloniously,
clinging to my sill.

Remote viewed,
remote controlled,
perhaps my soul,
has been sold.

Purposeful pain inflicted,
ripped from the inside,
id and ego cleft,
terror at high tide.

My inner self, hoisted,
now dropped like rain.
my mind is the cause,
of my intense soulful pain.

Swirling waters silver blue,
crimson cardinals flying through,
flashes of gold and of green,
the bowfin swims down the stream.

The sound of cattails as they sway,
rock thrown splashes as children play,
across the water, the croak of bullfrogs,
and in the distance the sound of dogs.

Honeysuckle tasting sweet,
wild strawberries what a treat,
tastebuds tickled with sheep shower,
and puckered faces with dock that's sour.

The springtime sun burns my skin,
then was stuck by a catfish fin,
its sticky slime, hard to get off,
finally used a rough cotton cloth.

Crystal clear connections,
thoughts within thoughts,
transmitted across miles,
sharing abilities and ideas.

Feelings and emotions,
passion, anger, excitement,
sadness, hate, rage,
all combined in shared minds.

The hive, the cluster,
an uncomfortable inclusivity,
a sacrifice of the self, and privacy,
but better than being alone.

One truly is the lonliest number,
whether in person,
or with silent thoughts,
the voices keep us from being so.

But not everyone can hear,
some choose to ignore,
but evolution is possible,
embrace the others.

Birth is a guarantee of death,
life is a series of near misses,
and occasional sentinel events,
in the end, we fade to black.

The flower's colored blooms,
wilt to brown and fall away,
turn to dust in the wind,
just as youth is over in an eye-blink.

Dark spots and waning sight,
the music sounds turns
to black notes on a white page,
that simply turns to fuzz, then nothing.

All that is or ever was you,
returns from whence it came,
cosmic matter scattered,
as in the big bang.

Where the blooming trees do shade,
I had a glass of lemonade,
a waitress came, the ocean breeze blew,
the smells all arrived all anew.

Sweet florals and frying fish,
bread, garlic oil swirled in a dish,
table cloths fluttering, never still,
fresh pie sitting in the sill.

Potted plants and red backed seats,
honey bees working without defeat,
giggles from girls, one table over,
a cat sitting, sunning, with golden fur.

Little songbirds set the tone,
I enjoy sitting here alone,
surrounded by this life-full scene,
all of it feels simply serene.

Arsenic and strychnine,
hemlock and oleander,
narcissus like wine,
the highs lead to death,
feeling so fine.

The swings of the hammer,
the splashes of gore,
a Jackson Pollack brush
of blood upon the floor.

A bit of flesh,
torn in the teeth,
as life passes,
no signs of grief.

Long pork aroma,
fills the air,
in the corner,
skin and hair.

Legion swarms of fallen angels,
demons now consumed,
with no one following the light,
humanity simply meets its doom.

Her body's curves
excite my passion
riling up my heat

At one with the
slithering coils and
serpentine dreams

Inspiration found in her treasure
sensations send me higher

Flowing thoughts delve deep
into a well of lust
never to see bottom
every emotion belongs to her

Her body's curves,
excite my passion,
riling up my heat.

At one with the,
slithering coils and,
serpentine dreams,

Inspiration found in her treasure,
sensations send me higher.

Flowing thoughts delve deep,
into a well of lust,
never to see the bottom,
every emotion belongs to her.

I find solace in the shadows
the darkness calms my nerves
the coolness reduces the burn
of life's pains and the sun

Other creatures lurk here
some evil, some subhuman
others slither or skitter
nocturnal things in the day

Still, there are times
in the darkest corners
red eyes glow
and bifurcated tails swish

Creeping critters
with low pitched growl
stay just out of sight
blurs in the peripheral vision

The there is the chair
the one I sit in
next to the cooler
in my trees shadow shade

The music plays and you dance,
at this moment with no pants,
the bass drops with great power,
continue twerking in the shower.

The world is filled with lies and hate,
the human race deserves its fate,
another flood, or maybe from space an asteroid,
or maybe well just hang around till the earth we have destroyed.

Shall we play a game, sure how about global thermonuclear war,
no one will win, but we all will know the score,
winter sets in for a thousand years,
only a few will survive through much pain and tears.

Shed for the planet and for loved ones lost,
those who pulled the trigger didn't understand the cost,
trapped in a bunker hundreds of feet under the ground,
they couldn't feel the heat but they could hear the sound.

Booms of thunder, and explosions untold,
like stories from the bible about the days of old,
those not burned up, or evaporated in the blast,
will wish that they had been, as they cannot last.

Terminator or the Matrix, or Planet of the Apes,
it really doesn't matter as we can't escape,
an alien experiment that has gone awry,
maybe to the stars, some of us will fly.

Trapped by predestination
but only within my mind,
prophecies to be shattered
by embracing free will.

The opaque box around me
shatters into a million shards,
lines of thought and paths of travel
open up before me.

The small minded stoop
and pick up the pieces,
hoping to rebuild the dream
of something for nothing from on high.

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.

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.

In the country you don't have to pretend
that planes are stars, at the days end
sitting in the swing with the wife and kids
looking up at the Orionids

Shooting stars are pretty fast
just like life they never last
burning up in the atmosphere
like living life in high gear.

Best to slow down now and then
spend some time with family and friends.
remember what it’s all about
never whine and never pout

About living in the country way on out
the lights of life and the city are fine
but always remember to take the time
whether in voice, verse or rhyme

To say good job and I love you
and now and then sit on a pew
give some thanks near and far
and watch the sky for shooting stars

Tuille dreams,
hiding secrets behind,
longing for the future.

Chemical madness,
tie-dyed, spinning thoughts,
swirling madness.

The soul soars
free of its container,
speeding into the future.

And so the trip goes,
passion-fueled escape
into the new unknown.

Beautiful colors swirl,
clouding realistic images,
the truth is lost within.

Lost amongst the trees,
in the open jungle plain,
things hide and are never seen.

An unattainable wish,
it is against human nature,
the sadness of it all.

My souls *****
Torn

My mind
Penetrated

My love
Buried

My emotions in
Ruins

A zombie husk
Wanders

Like a cicada shell
Hollow

A once favorite toy
Discarded

I once was vibrant
Colorless

Why have you
Destroyed

What you once
Loved

The lips smile
A sideways grin
Begging for a kiss
Makes you go the extra mile
But don't scrape your shin
Enjoy giving bliss

The mouth of, which I speak
Contains no teeth or tongue
When excited begins to leak
Find the right spot, acts as if it's stung

Juicy as a freestone peach
Eat it greedily
Because when it is out of reach
You want it needily

Kiss it tenderly, nice and slow
If you are doing it right, you will know
Hands will push you into it
To stop, they will not permit.

stones that never roll
cannot make a music beat
soundproofed by the moss

silver falling leaves
moonlight kisses the dew drops
the owl ***** its wings

Muddy waves crash
further out
turn to green
and then to blue
on the horizon

As I sink
the clear blue
fades to twilight
and then to inky
blackness

Twinkling bioluminescence
is the only light
the pressure builds
I am being squeezed
in a giant fist

Suddenly
compacted
as my final
bubbled breaths
ascend toward the sun

I am washed clean
and merge into
the depths
and darkness
of the ocean floor

First thing in the morning,
my thoughts are bright and clear,
as the sun shines lighter,
ideas begin to steer.

One way or another,
a poem usually occurs,
sometimes clear and crisp,
others, enigmatic blurs.

Romantic writes of love,
or sometimes more of lust,
then for a contest,
will it win or just go bust.

As I sit in silence,
Queensrÿche plays with fluidity,
I sit and write,
with Silent Lucidity.

Blurred visions,
seen through
prismatic lenses.

Iridescent scales,
shimmer romance
in turquoise waters.

Enraged waves,
froth the surface,
whipping kelp frenzies.

Lost in the rocks,
searching for nourishment,
crab claws open and close.

Reality closes in,
graphite imprints white fibers,
imagined colors drain.

Lost in the sketch,
mental vacations permanence,
shattered like a dropped crystal ball.

Swept into a pile,
but cannot be retrieved,
lost forever ephemeral.

(I was happy laying there)
(You picked me up, I thought you care)
In the pocket dropped inside
with other stones flat, round and wide

Walking around the lake shore
having fun, not any chore
(With my friends we go for a ride)
(We were selected, we think with pride)

A good flat spot, with good footing
where I can really plant and fling
(Hand comes I am selected)
(I wonder why I was elected)

Rock in hand I ready to fling
(I feel the fingers measuring)
Let it go watch it skip
(I bounce on waves and bite my lip)

(I come to a stop and start to sink)
20 times the best I think
(Down in the deep and darkness fall)
I am going to skip them all

( I have been here before)
(Many years of washing ashore)
So much fun skipping stones
(Well here I am all alone)

( I would drown if I needed breath)
( I wonder if this is like death)
I skipped them all I need more
(Guess Ill start my many year chore)

(To get back up on the bank)
If I get muddy mom will spank
( I guess the work is not a crime)
Got to go its dinner time